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Ah! How Sophia can you leave? |
Alas, cried Damon |
Aldiborontiphoscophornio |
Are the white hours for ever fled |
As I was going to Derby |
The Banks of the Yarrow |
A beauteous fair has stole my heart |
Blessed is he that considereth the poor |
Bow down thine ear |
Call to remembrance |
Cara vale |
Christ being risen from the dead |
Consider my affliction, Lord |
Defend me, Lord, from shame |
Dull, repining sons of care |
Epitaph on Sir John Calf |
The Erl King |
Farewell to Lochaber |
Father of heroes |
Fill the horn of glossy blue |
Forgive blessed shade |
Garvan |
Go plaintive breeze |
Green thorn of the hill of ghosts |
Hail! Happy Albion! |
Hark! the cock crows |
The haughty wife of Jove |
Imperial Rome, the mistress of the world |
In all her steps, in each enchanting eye |
In the lonely vale |
The Knell of tyrant laws I hear |
Let all the just to God with joy |
Lone dweller of the rock |
The Lord himself, the mighty Lord |
Mark the merry elves |
Melrose |
Miserere mei Deus |
My soul with grateful thoughts of love |
O blessed retirement |
O God, my gracious God, to thee |
Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul |
Oh thou where'er (thie bones att reste) |
Once upon my cheek he said the roses grew |
O snatch me swift |
Out of the deep |
O voi che sospirate |
Peace to the souls of the heroes |
Pleasant is the voice of thy song |
The Red Cross Knight |
Rosabelle |
See with ivy chaplet bound |
She who lies here |
Sir John Hawkins' History of Music |
Soft and safe though lowly grave |
Songe to Aelle |
Thou art beautiful queen of the valley |
Though from thy bank of velvet torn |
Thou, lord, hast been a defence unto the poor |
Thou palsied earth |
Through all the changing scenes of life |
Thyrsis, when we parted |
To all you ladies now at hand |
To God, our never-failing strength |
Vostra moglie fu baciata |
The Water King |
Waterloo |
Whann Battayle smethinge |
When Arthur first in court began to wear long hanging sleaves |
Whene'er my dame a-hedging goes |
Why does beauteous Lina weep? |
With sighs, sweet rose |
Ye gentlemen of England |