Katalógové číslo:
8.553380
Interpreti:
Dorothy Linell, Steven Rickards
Thomas Campion: Come let us sound with melody
Come let us sound with melodie the praises
Thomas Campion: Tune thy musicke to thy hart
Tune thy musicke to thy hart
Thomas Campion: Come you pretty false-ey'd wanton
Come you pretty false-ey'd wanton
Thomas Campion: There is none, O none but you
There is none, O none but you
Thomas Campion: Sweet exclude mee not
Sweet exclude me not nor be divided
Thomas Campion: I care not for these Ladies
I care not for these ladies
Thomas Campion: Though you are yoong and I am olde
Though you are yoong and I am olde
Thomas Campion: Fire, fire, fire, fire loe here I burne
Fire, fire, fire, fire loe here I burne
Thomas Campion: What then is love but mourning?
What then is love but mourning?
Thomas Campion: Shall I come, sweet love, to thee?
Shall I come sweet love to thee?
Thomas Campion: Beauty, since you so much desire
Beauty since you so much desire
Thomas Campion: What is it that all men possesse, among themselves conversing?
What is it that all men possesse, among themselves conversing?
Thomas Campion: The sypres curten of the night is spread
The sypres curten of the night is spread
Thomas Campion: Jacke and Jone they think no ill
Jacke and Jone they thinke no ill
Thomas Campion: It fell on a sommers daie
It fell on a sommers daie
Thomas Campion: When to her lute Corrina sings
When to her lute Corrina sings
Thomas Campion: My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love
My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love
Thomas Campion: Her rosie cheekes, her ever smiling eyes
Her rosie cheekes, her ever smiling eyes
Thomas Campion: Faire, if you expect admiring
Faire if you expect admiring
Thomas Campion: There is a garden in her face
There is a garden in her face
Thomas Campion: Author of light, revive my dying spright
Author of light, revive my dying spright
Thomas Campion: Never weather-beaten saile more willing bent to shore
Never weather-beaten saile more willing bent to shore
Thomas Campion: Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes o God
Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes O God
Thomas Campion: To musicke bent is my retyred minde
To musicke bent is my retyred minde
Thomas Campion: Thou joy'st fond boy, to be by many loved
Thou joy’st fond boy, to be by many loved
Thomas Campion: Turne all thy thoughts to eyes
Turne all thy thoughts to eyes
Thomas Campion: Vayle love mine eyes, O hide from me
Vayle love mine eyes, O hide from me
Thomas Campion: Miserere, my Maker
Miserere my Maker
Dorothy Linell (lute), Steven Rickards (counter-tenor)