( : gentle shepherds)
(/ what hope for us remains)
(: if pray'rs and tear)
(: young thirsis' fate)
A choir of bright beauties
...
Afficher les morceaux...
A pastoral coronation song (: while thirsis, wrapp'd)
A pastoral elegy on the death of mr. john playford
A thousand sev'ral ways
Aaron thus propos'd to moses
Ah ! cruel nymph
Ah ! how pleasant
Ah ! what pains
Amidst the shades
Amintaas, to my grief i see
Amintor, heedless of his flocks
An elegy upon the death of mr. thomas farmer, b.m.
Anacreon's defeat (: this poet sings
Ask me to love
Bacchus is a pow'r divine
Bell barr (: i love and i must)
Beneath a dark and melancoly grove
Bess of bedlam (: from silent shades)
Beware, poor shepherds
Cease, anxious world
Cease, o my dad soul
Celia's fond
Corinna is divinely fair
Cupid, the slvest rogue alive
Draw near, you lovers
Farewell, all joys
Farewell, ye rocks
Fly swift, ye hours
From silent shades
Gentle shepherds
He himself courts
Hears not my phillis
High on a throne – version a
High on a throne – version b
Honour may crown
How delightful's the life
How i sigh
How peaceful the days are
I came, i saw
I envy not a monarch's fate
I fain would be free
I lov'd fair celia
I love and i must
I resolve against cringing
I saw that you were grown so high
I take no pleasure
If grief has any pow'r
If music be the food of love (1st setting) – versions a et b
If music be the food of love (2d setting)
If pray'rs and tears
In cloris all soft charms agree
In vain we dissemble
Incassum, lesbia
Leave these useless arts
Let each gallant heart
Let formal lovers
Let us, kind lesbia
Love arms himself
Love is now became a trade
Love, thou canst hear
Love's pow'r in my heart
Lovely albina
More love or more disdain
Musing on cares
My heart, whenever you appear
No to what purpose
No watch dear celia
Not all my torments
O solitude
Ode on the queen (/ high on a throne)
Oh ! fair cedaria
Oh ! how happy's he
Olinda in the shades unseen
On the brow of richmond hill
On the death of his worthy friend mr. matthew locke
Pastora's beaties when unblown
Phillis, i ca ne'er forgive it
Phillis, talk no more
Pious celinda
Rashly, i swore
Sappho's complaint (/ beneath a dark and melancoly grove)
Sawney is a bonny lad
Scarce had the rising sun
Scotch song (: sawney is a bonny lad)
See how the fading glories
She loves and she confesses too
She that would gain
She who my poor heart possesses
Sighs for our late sovereign king charles the second
Since one poor view
Since the pox
Spite of the godhead
Stripp'd of their green
Sweet tyraness
Sweet, be no longer sad
Sylvia, 'tis true you're fair
Sylvia, now your scorn give over
The caution (: beware, poor shepherds)
The concealment (: no, to what purpose)
The fatal hour
The knotting song (: hears not my phillis)
The loyal delights of a contented mind (: oh! how happy's he)
The queen's epicedium (: incassum, lesbia)
The rich rival (: they say you're angry)
The storm (: farewell, ye rocks)
The thraldom (/ icame, isaw)
The triumphs of a conquering lover (: honours may crown)
They say you're angry
This poet sings
Through mournful shades
Turn then thine eyes
Urge me no more
We now, my thyrsis
What a sad fate – version a
What a sad fate – version b
What can we
What hope for us remains
When first amintas
When first my shepherdess and i
When her languishing eyes
When i a lover
When my aemelia smiles
When strephon found
When thirsis did the splendid eye
While thirsis wrapp'd
Whilst cynthia sang
Who but a slave
Who can behold
Why so serious
Ye happy swains
Young thirsis' fate
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