Fifty songs : in two books : each for high or low voice. Book 2. High voice

John Dowland
Musikknoter · Engelsk · 1971

Utgitt	London : Stainer & Bell , c1971
Omfang	54 s.
Opplysninger	Edisjonsnummer: X6A. - Shall I sue ; Clear or cloudy ; Time stands still ; Me, me and none but me ; Say Love if ever thou didst find ; Flow not so fast ye fountains ; What if I never speed ; By a fountain where I lay ; Oh what hath overwrought ; Farewell unkind ; Weep you no more sad fountains ; It was a time when silly bees ; The lowest trees have tops ; Disdain me still ; Sweet stay awhile ; Love those beams ; Shall I strive with words to move ; Were every thought an eye ; Tell me true love ; If that a sinner's sighs ; Where sin sore wounding ; My heart and tounge were twins ; Far from triumphing court ; Lady if you so spite me ; In darkness let me dwell ; 50 songs ; By a fountain where I lay ; Say love if ever thou didst find ; Clear or cloudy ; What if I never speed? ; It was a time when silly bees ; O what hath overwrought ; Flow not so fast, ye fountains ; Weep you no more, sad fountains ; Love those beams ; The lowest trees have tops ; Me, me, and none but me ; Shall I sue? ; Time stands still ; Shall I strive with words to move ; Disdain me still ; Tell me, true love ; Lady, if you so spite me ; Where sin sore wounding ; Were every thought an eye ; Far from triumphing court ; In darkness let me dwell. ; My heart and tongue were twins ; Farewell unkind ; Sweet, stay awhile ; If that a sinner's sighs ; Rest awhile you cruel cares ; Dear if you change ; Go crystal tears ; Unquiet thoughts ; Who ever thinks or hopes of love ; Sleep wayward thoughts ; Come heavy sleep ; Can she exuse my wrongs ; Flow my tears ; If my complaints could passions move ; Now o now I needs must part ; Burst forth my tears ; Come away, come sweet love ; Sorrow stay ; A shepherd in a shade ; Wilt thou unkind thus reave me ; Come again sweet love doth now invite ; White as lilies was her face ; Awake sweet love thou art returned ; I saw my lady weep ; His golden locks ; Now cease my wand'ring eyes ; My thoughts are wing'd with hope ; Mourn day is with darkness fled ; Fine knacks for ladies