Wake, wake, Quivera, our soft rest must cease,
And fly together with our Country's peace;
No more must we sleep under Plantain shade,
Which neither Heat could peirce, nor Cold invade;
Where bount'ous Nature never feels decay,
And op'ning Buds drive falling Fruits away.
Cold Song
Cold Song
Cold Song
Cold Song
Fairest Isle
Fairest Isle
Sound The Trumpet
Here The Deities Approve
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Here The Deities Approve
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
Celia Has a Thousand Charms
Fly Bold Rebellion
Fly Bold Rebellion
These Are The Sacred Charms
These Are The Sacred Charms