| Название |
Opus |
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| About the maypole |
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| Absence, hear thou my protestation |
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| Adieu, adieu you kind and cruel |
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| Agnus Dei |
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| April Is In My Mistress Face |
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| Arise, awake |
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| Arise, get up my dear |
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| Ay me, the fatal arrow |
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| Besides a fountain |
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| Blow, Shepherds, blow |
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| Can I forget what Reason's force |
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| Canzonets for three voices |
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| Cease mine eyes |
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| Clorinda false |
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| Come, lovers, follow me |
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| Come, Sorrow come |
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| Cruel, wilt thou persever |
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| Cruel, you pull away too soon |
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| Dainty fine sweet nymph |
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| Damon and Phillis |
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| Deep lamenting |
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| Die now, my heart |
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| Domine, Dominus noster |
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| Domine fac mecum |
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| Do you not know? |
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| Eheu sustulerunt |
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| Fair in a morn |
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| False love did me inveigle |
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| Farewell disdainful |
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| The fields abroad |
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| Fire and lightning from heaven |
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| First Dirge Anthem (Funeral Sentences) |
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| Flora, wilt thou torment me? |
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| Fly love that art so sprightly |
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| Fyer, fyer |
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| Good Love, then fly thou to her |
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| Good morrow, fair ladies of the May |
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| Go ye, my canzonets |
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| Haec dies |
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| Hard by a crystal fountain |
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| Hark, alleluia |
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| Hark, jolly shepherds |
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| Help I fall |
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| Hold out my heart |
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| Ho, who comes here |
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| I follow, lo, the footing |
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| I go before, my darling |
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| I love, alas, I love thee |
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| In dew of roses |
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| In ev'ry place |
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| In nets of golden wires |
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| I saw my lady weeping |
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| I saw my lovely Phillis |
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| I should for grief and anguish |
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| It was a lover and his lass |
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| I will no more come to thee |
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| Joy, joy doth so arise |
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| Laboravi in gemitu |
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| Ladies, those cherries plenty |
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| Ladies, you see time flieth |
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| Lady, if I through grief |
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| Lady, those eyes |
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| Lady, why grieve you still me |
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| Lady you think you spite me |
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| Leave alas this tormenting |
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| Leave now, mine eyes |
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| Lo, here another love |
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| Lo, she flies |
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| Love learns by laughing |
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| Love's Folk In Green Arraying |
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| Love took his bow and arrow |
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| Love winged my hopes |
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| Lo where with flowery head |
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| Magnificat and Nunc dimittis - Fauxbourdon |
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| The man is blest |
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| Miraculous Love's Wounding |
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| Mistress mine, well may you fare |
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| My bonny lass she smileth |
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| My heart, why hast thou taken |
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| My lovely wanton jewel |
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| My nymph, the dear |
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| Nolo mortem peccatoris |
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| No, no, no, no, Nigella |
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| Now is the gentle season |
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| Now is the Month of Maying |
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| Now must I die recureless |
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| O amica mea |
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| O fly not |
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| O fly not love |
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| O, grief, e'en on the bud |
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| On a fair morning |
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| O no, thou dost but flout me |
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| O sleep, fond fancy |
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| O sweet alas what say you |
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| O thou that art so cruel |
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| Our Bonny-boots could toot it |
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| Out of the deep |
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| A painted tale |
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| Phillis, I fain would die now |
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| Round around about a wood |
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