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
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Sound The Trumpet
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Here The Deities Approve
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
Celia Has a Thousand Charms
The Honour Of a Jubilee
Here The Deities Approve
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Celia Has a Thousand Charms
The Honour Of a Jubilee
Strike The Viol