Sweeter than Roses, or cool Evening's breeze,
On a warm Flowery Shore,
Was the dear Kiss, first trembling made me freeze,
Then shot like Fire all o're;
What Magick has Victorious love!
For all I touch, or see,
Since that dear kiss, I hourly prove,
All, all is Love to me.
Cold Song
Cold Song
Cold Song
Cold Song
Fairest Isle
Fairest Isle
Sound The Trumpet
Here The Deities Approve
Here The Deities Approve
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Bid The Virtues
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Bid The Virtues
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Wake, Wake, Quivera (The Indian Queen)
Wake, Wake, Quivera (The Indian Queen)
These Are The Sacred Charms