The second booke of songs or ayres, of 2. 4. and 5. parts : with tableture for the lute or orpherian, with the violl de gamba / John Dowland.
1994
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Title
The second booke of songs or ayres, of 2. 4. and 5. parts : with tableture for the lute or orpherian, with the violl de gamba / John Dowland.
Uniform title
Songs or ayres, 2nd book
Created/published
New York : Performers' Facsimiles, [1994]
Description
[5] p., [45] p. of music : facsims. ; 37 cm
Associated name
Series statement
Performers' Facsimiles ; 128
Note
For voice (cantus and bassus) and lute (in tablature), in part also with altus, tenor, and quinto. The final selection ("Dowlands adew") is for lute and bass viol.
Reprint. Originally published: London : G. Eastland, 1600.
Publisher's no.: Performers' Editions 73128.
Reproduced from the copy in the Folger Shakespeare Library, Washington, DC.: STC 7095.
Reprint. Originally published: London : G. Eastland, 1600.
Publisher's no.: Performers' Editions 73128.
Reproduced from the copy in the Folger Shakespeare Library, Washington, DC.: STC 7095.
Contents
I saw my lady weepe
Flow my teares fall from your springs
Sorow sorow stay, lend true repentant teares
Dye not before thy day
Mourne, mourne, day is with darknesse fled
Tymes eldest sonne, old age the heire of ease
Then sit thee downe, & say thy Nunc demittis
When others sings Venite exultemus
Praise blindnesse eies, for seeing is deceipt
O sweet woods, the delight of solitarienesse
If fluds of teares could clense my follies past
Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choise, brave and new
Now cease my wandring eyes
Come ye heavie states of night
White as lillies was hir face
Wofull heart with griefe opressed
A sheperd in a shade his plaining made
Faction that ever dwells in court
Shall I sue, shall I seeke for grace
Finding in fields my Silvia all alone
Cleare or cloudie sweet as Aprill showring
Humor say what makst thou heere
Dowlands adew for Master Oliver Cromwell.
Flow my teares fall from your springs
Sorow sorow stay, lend true repentant teares
Dye not before thy day
Mourne, mourne, day is with darknesse fled
Tymes eldest sonne, old age the heire of ease
Then sit thee downe, & say thy Nunc demittis
When others sings Venite exultemus
Praise blindnesse eies, for seeing is deceipt
O sweet woods, the delight of solitarienesse
If fluds of teares could clense my follies past
Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choise, brave and new
Now cease my wandring eyes
Come ye heavie states of night
White as lillies was hir face
Wofull heart with griefe opressed
A sheperd in a shade his plaining made
Faction that ever dwells in court
Shall I sue, shall I seeke for grace
Finding in fields my Silvia all alone
Cleare or cloudie sweet as Aprill showring
Humor say what makst thou heere
Dowlands adew for Master Oliver Cromwell.
Series
Performers' Facsimiles (Series) ; 128.
Place of creation/publication
United States -- New York (State) -- New York.
Call number
M1623.5.D69 S62 1994