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Джон Доуленд (2) - ноты, табы, страница 2

Название Opus
Mrs Winters Jump
Mrs Winters Jump 1
Mrs Winters Jump 2
My heart and tongue were twins
My Lady Hundons Puffe
My Lady Hunsdons Puffe
My Lord Willoughbys Welcome Home
My Lord Willoughbys Welcome Home Duet
My thoughts are wing'd
Now cease my wandring eyes
Now, o Now, i Needs Must Part
Oh what hath overwrought my all amazed thought
O Lord consider my distress
O Lord of whom I do depend
O Lord, turn not away thy face
Orlando Sleepeth
O sweet woods, the delight of solitarienesse
Phantasia In Em
A Piece Without Title
Pipers Pavan
Praise blindnesse eies, for seeing is deceipt
Praise God upon the lute and viol
Put me not to rebuke, O Lord
Queen Elizabeths
Queen Elizabeths Galliard
Rest Awhile, You Cruel Cares
The Right Honorable Ferdinando Earl Of Derby His Galliard
The Right Honorable The Lady Cliftons Spirit
The Right Honorable Robert Earl Of Essex His Galliard
The Right Honorable Robert The Lady Rich Her Gailliard
Round Battle Galliard
Say loue if euer thou didst finde
Shall I strive with words to move
Shall I sue, shall I seeke for grace
A Shepherd in a shade his plaining made
The Shoemaker's Wife A Toy
Shout to Jehovah, all the earth
The Sick Tune
Sir John Smith His Almain
Sleep Wayward Thoughts
Sorrow, sorrow, stay, lend true repentant tears
Stay time a while thy flying
Sweet stay a while
Tarletons Resurrection
Tell me true Love where shall I seek thy being
Then sit thee down and say thy 'Nunc dimittis'
Think'st Thou Then by Thy Feigning
Thou mighty God - When David's life by Saul - When the poor Cripple
Time's eldest son, Old Age, the heir of Ease
Time stands still
To ask for all thy love
Tosse not my soule
Unquiet Thoughts
Up merry mates
Weepe you no more sad fountaines
Welcome black night
Were every thought an eye
What If A Day
What if I neuer speede
What If I Never Speed
What poore Astronomers are they
When others sing 'Venite exultemus'
When Phœbus first did Daphne love
Where righteousness doth say
Where sin sore wounding
White as lillies was her face
Who ever thinks or hopes of love for love
Wilsons Wilde
Wilt thou unkind thus reave me
Wofull heart with griefe opressed
Would my conceit that first enforc'd my woe

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