Eyes, look no more. Thou pretty bird how do I see. I die whenas I do not see |
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He whose desires are still abroad. Dost thou withdraw thy grace? Why canst thou not, as others do? |
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Like as the lute delights |
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Like as the lute delights. Time, cruel time. Pavan in C. What delight can they enjoy . Mrs M E her funeral tears for the death of her husband. Why canst thou not. Stay, cruel, stay. The Passymea-sures Galliard. Coy Daphne fled . Let not Chloris think . Eyes look no more. Rosmund Thou pretty bird. A Fancy. Dost thou withdraw thy grace?. He whose desires are still abroad. If I could shut the gate.1 die whenas I do not see. Monsieurs Almain. Can doleful notes?. Now the earth, the skies, the air' . Mistress Anne Grene her Leaves be Green |
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Mistress Anne Grene Her Leaves Be Greene |
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Mrs. M. E. her funeral tears for the death of her husband. He whose desires are still abroad |
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Songs for the Lute, Viol and Voice, 1606 |
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The Complete Songs and Lute Music |
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Thou Pretty Bird. He Whose Desires. Why Canst Thou Not |
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Thou Pretty Bird. Like as the Lute Delights |
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Time, cruel Time. He whose desires are still abroad |
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Time, cruel time. He whose desires are still abroad |
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