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Thomas Campion

(1567–1620)

Kompositioner

A Secret Love
Author of Light
Author of Light, Revive My Dying Spright
Ayres: "It Fell on a Summer's Day" (countertenor: Drew Minter, lute: Paul O'Dette)
Beaten Sail
Beauty Since You So Much Desire
Book of Ayres: I Care Not for These Ladies
Book of Ayres: It Fell on a Summer's Day
Breake Now My Heart and Dye
Come Let Us Sound
Come Let Us Sound with Melodie the Praises
Come You Pretty False-Ey'd Wanton
Courante "I Care Not for These Ladies"
Courante on 'i Care Not for These Ladies'
Faine Would I Wed
Faine Would I Wed a Faire Young Man
Fair, If You Expect Admiring
Faire If You Expect Admiring
Fire, Fire, Fire, Fire Loe Here I Burne
Her Rosie Cheekes, Her Ever Smiling Eyes
I Care Not for These Ladies
I Care Not for These Ladies
I Care Not for These Ladies
I Care not for these Ladies
I Care Not for These Ladies (feat. lute: Desmond Dupré)
I care not for these Ladies (feat. lute: Dorothy Linell, countertenor: Steven Rickards)
If thou long'st so much to learn
If Thou Long'st So Much to Learn
If Thou Longst so Much to Learn
It Fell on a Sommers Daie
It Fell on a Summer's Day
It Fell On A Summer's Day
It Fell on a Summer's Day for Voice, Lute and Bass Viol
Jack and Joan
Jack and Jone
Jack and Jone
Jacke and Jone They Thinke No Ill
Miserere My Maker
Most Sweet and Pleasing Are Thy Wayes O God
Move Now With Measured Sound
My Love Hath Vow'd
My Sweetest Lesbia
My Sweetest Lesbia, Let Us Live and Love
Never Love Unlesse You Can
Never Weather-Beaten Sail
Never Weather-Beaten Sail
Never Weather-Beaten Saile More Willing Bent to Shore
Now Hath Flora Robb'd Her Bow'Rs
Oft Have I Sigh'd for Him That Heares Me Not
Shall I Come Sweet Love to Thee?
Shall I Come Sweet Love to Thee?
Shall I come, sweet love?
Sing a Song of Joy
Song for Voice, Lute & Bass Viol "Never Weather-Beaten Saile"
Song for Voice, Lute & Bass Viol "The Sypres Curten of the Night"
Sweet Exclude Me Not nor Be Divided
The Honeysuckle
The Peaceful Western Wind
The Sypres Curten of the Night Is Spread
There Is a Garden in Her Face
There Is None, O None but You
Thomas Campion: 'It fell on a summer's day'
Thou Joy'st Fond Boy, to Be by Many Loved
Though You Are Yoong and I Am Olde
To Musicke Bent Is My Retyred Minde
Tune Thy Musicke to Thy Hart
Turne All Thy Thoughts to Eyes
Vayle Love Mine Eyes, O Hide from Me
What If a Day
What Is It That All Men Possesse, Among Themselves Conversing?
When to Her Lute
When to Her Lute Corinna Sings
When to Her Lute Corrina Sings
Woo Her and Win Her