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
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
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Bid The Virtues
Bid The Virtues
Sound The Trumpet
Fly Bold Rebellion
Wake, Wake, Quivera (The Indian Queen)