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J. Wilbye

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Works in catalog: 62

LIEDER · 62

A silly Sylvan

Ah cannot sighs, nor tears

Ah, cruel Amarillis, since thou tak'st delight

Alas, what a wretched life

Alas what hope of speeding

All pleasure is of this condition

And though my love abounding

As fair as morn, as fresh as May

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Away, thou shalt not love me

Change me, O heavens

Cruel behold my heavy ending

Dear Pity how, ah how wouldst thou become her?

Die hapless man

Down in a valley, as Alexis trips

Drunten im Thale

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I sung sometimes my thoughts

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Adieu sweet Amarillis

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Ay me; can every rumour

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Flora gave me fairest flowers

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Flourish ye hillocks

Fly, Love, aloft to heaven

Fly not so swift

Happy streams whose trembling fall

Hard destinies are Love and Beauty parted!

Hero to the dead Leander

I always beg

I am quite tired with my groans

EN

I fall, I fall O stay me

I love, alas, alas, yet am not loved

Lady, your words do spite me

Long have I made these hills

My throat is sore

O fools; can you not see

O God the rock

EN

O softly drop, mine eyes

O what shall I do?

O wretched man

Of joys and pleasing pains

Oft have I vowed how dearly I did love thee

Where most my thoughts

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Happy, O happy he

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I live, and yet methinks

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So light is love

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Come shepherd swains

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Stay, Corydon, thou swain

Sweet honey-sucking Bees

Sweet Love, if thou wilt gain

The Lady Oriana

There where I saw

Thou art but young thou sayest

Thus Love commands

Thus saith my Cloris bright

Unkind, O stay thy flying

Weep, O mine eyes

Weep, weep, mine eyes

What needeth all this travail

When Cloris heard of her Amyntas dying

When shall my wretched life

Why dost thou shoot?

Ye restless thoughts

Ye that do live in pleasures

Yet, sweet, take heed

A silly Sylvan

Ah cannot sighs, nor tears

Ah, cruel Amarillis, since thou tak'st delight

Alas, what a wretched life

Alas what hope of speeding

All pleasure is of this condition

And though my love abounding

As fair as morn, as fresh as May

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