Madrigals of Thomas Morley and John Wilbye. Now is the month of maying ; In dew of roses ; Shoot, false love, I care not ; Miraculous love's wounding! ; Hark, alleluia cheerly ; Arise, get up my dear ; Leave this tormenting ; I go before, my darling ; Say, gentle nymphs ; Good morrow, fair ladies ; April is in my mistress' face ; Though Philomela lost her love ; Hard by a crystal fountain ; Whiter away, so fast ; I follow, lo, the footing ; O grief! ; When lo by break of morning ; Besides a fountain ; Fire! fire! my heart / Morley. Thus saith my Cloris bright ; Happy, O happy he, who not affecting ; Ye that do live in pleasures plenty ; Ah, cannot sigh, nor tears, nor aught else move thee ; Stay, Croydon, thou swain ; Draw on, sweet night, best friend unto those cares ; Lady your words do spite me ; As fair as moun, as fresh as May ; Weep, weep, mine eyes, my heart can take no rest / Willbye.
The English Madrigal School. Ho! who comes here? / Morley -- Cease sorrows now / Weelkes -- Mother, I will have a husband / Thomas Vautor -- In going to my naked bed / Richard Edwards -- To shorten winter's sadness ; O care, thou wilt despatch me / Weelkes -- Of all the birds that I do know / John Bartlett -- All creatures are now merry-minded / John Bennet -- Sweet nymph / Morley -- Weep O mine eyes / Bennet -- The ape, the monkey and the baboon / Weelkes -- Oft have I vowed / Wilbye -- Strike it up, tabor / Weelkes -- Hope of my heart / John Ward -- Sweet honey-sucking bees / Wilbye -- Defiled is my name / Robert Johnson -- On the plains, fairy trains / Weelkes -- When griping griefs / Richard Edwards -- All at once well met / Weelkes -- Like as the doleful dove / Tallis -- The bitter sweet / Anon. -- Flora gave me fairest flowers / Wilbye -- O happy dames / John Shepherd -- Young cupid hath proclaimed / Weelkes -- The happy life (my friends, the thing I smile to see) / Anon. -- Thule, the period of cosmography / Weelkes.
The Silver Swan. Silver Swan / Gibbons -- Rest, sweet nymphs ; Diaphenia like the daffdowndilly / Francis Pilkington -- What is our life / Gibbons -- Though Amaryllis dance / Byrd -- Ah! dear heart / Gibbons -- This sweet and merry month / Byrd -- Dainty, fine bird / Gibbons -- Have I found her ; O softly singing lute ; Amyntas with his Phyllis fair / Pilkington -- Retire, my troubled soul ; Upon a bank with roses ; Out from the vale / John Ward -- I smile to see how you devise / Anon. -- Benedicam domino / Robert Johnson -- Lady, when I behold ; Adieu, sweet Amaryllis ; I always beg, yet never am relieved ; Thus love commands that I in vain complain me ; Oft I have vowed how dearly I did love thee ; Come, shepherd, swains, that wont to hear me sing ; Lady Oriana / John Wilbye -- Fair Oriana sweeming to wink at folly / Robert Jones.
French and English Madrigal Masterpieces. Allons gay bergeres ; Mignonne, allons voir si la rose / Guillaume Costeley -- Il est bel et bon / Pierre passerau -- Chant des oiseau / Clement Janequin -- Deploration de Jehan Ockeghem ; Parfons regretz / Josquin Desprez-- Nuit froide et sombre / Orlando Lasso / Chant de l'Alouette ; Ce moys de may Bataille de Marignan (aka La Guerre) ; Au joly boys / Janequin -- Mon coeur se recommande a vous / Lasso -- Lullaby, my sweet little baby / Byrd -- Now is the month maying / Thomas Morley -- When David heard that Absalon was slain / Thomas Tompkins.
Madrigali Amorosi/Itlaian Madrigal Masterpieces. Altri canti di Marte e di sua schiera (text: Marino) -- Nifa che scalza il piede e sciolto il crine -- Lamento della Ninfa (text: O. Rinuccini) -- Perchè te 'n fuggi, o Fillide? (text: O. Rinuccini) -- Non partir, ritrosetta -- Su, su, su, pastorelli vezzosi. Cedan l'antiche tue chiare vittorie / Marenzio -- Matona mia cara / Lasso -- Scaldava il sol ; Soloe pensoso ; Leggiadre ninfe / Marenzio -- Ancho che col partire / Cipriano de Rore -- Il bianco e dolce cigno / Jacob Arcadelt.
Madrigals of Claudio Monteverdi and Carlo Gesualdo. Incenerite spoglie, avara tomba ; Ditelo, o fiumi, e voi ch'udiste Glauco ; Darà la notte il sol lume alla terra ; Ma te raccoglie, o ninfa, in grembo il cielo ; O choime d'or, neve gentil del seno -- Dunque, amate reliquie, un mar di pianto ; Zefiro torna e'l bel tempo rimena ; Lasciatemi morire ; O Teseo, o teseo mio ; Dove, dov'e la fede ; Ahi che non pur rispondi ; Oimé il bel viso, ohimé il soave sguardo ; Baci soavi e cari ; Ecco morirò l'onde ; A un giro sol de bell'occhi lucenti ; Non più guerra, pietate ; Sfogava con le stelle ; Beltà poi che t'assenti ; Ecco moriro dunque...Hai, gia mi disco loro ; Morro lasso al mio duolo.
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