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Thomas Tomkins. Madrigals in 3, 4, 5 and 6 parts. 1622. Sheet Music. Choral, Voice. VCE. Thomas Tomkins.

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Thomas Tomkins. Madrigals i 3, 4, 5 och 6 delar. 1622. NOTER. Choral, Voice. VCE. Thomas Tomkins.

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If ordering more than 10 copies, please call us on 44. 1284 725725 to check availability. Thomas Tomkins. Madrigals in 3, 4, 5 and 6 parts. 1622. Contents. Songs of three parts. Our hasty life away doth post No more I will thy love Sure there is no god of Love Fond men, that do so highly prize How great delight Love, cease tormenting Songs of four parts. O let me live for true love. the first part. O let me die for true love. the second part. Oyez. Has any found a lad. Weep no more, thou sorry Boy. the first part. Yet again, as soon revived. the second part. Was ever wretch tormented. Songs of five parts. To the shady woods Too much I once lamented Come, shepherds, sing with me Cloris, whenas I woo See, see the shepherds' Queen Phyllis, now cease to move me When David heard Phyllis, yet see him dying Fusca, in thy starry eyes Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers The fauns and satyrs tripping Songs of six voices. When I observe Music divine Oft did I marle Woe is me It is my well-beloved's voice Turn unto the Lord.

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Om du beställer fler än 10 exemplar, ring oss på 44. 1284 725725 för att kontrollera tillgänglighet. Thomas Tomkins. Madrigals i 3, 4, 5 och 6 delar. 1622. Innehåll. Låtar av tre delar. Our hasty life away doth post No more I will thy love Sure there is no god of Love Fond men, that do so highly prize How great delight Love, cease tormenting Songs of four parts. O let me live for true love. den första delen. O let me die for true love. den andra delen. Oyez. Has any found a lad. Weep no more, thou sorry Boy. den första delen. Yet again, as soon revived. den andra delen. Was ever wretch tormented. Songs of five parts. To the shady woods Too much I once lamented Come, shepherds, sing with me Cloris, whenas I woo See, see the shepherds' Queen Phyllis, now cease to move me When David heard Phyllis, yet see him dying Fusca, in thy starry eyes Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers The fauns and satyrs tripping Songs of six voices. When I observe Music divine Oft did I marle Woe is me It is my well-beloved's voice Turn unto the Lord.