Analitikák

CímSzerzőOldalszámKieg.adatokMegjegyzésTárgyszavak
Ah! How sweet it is to loveHenry Purcell
Stay, ah turnJohn Eccles
Love is an empty, airy nameJohn Eccles
I Sigh'd and owned my LoveHenry Purcell
Celia is softJeremiah Clarke
If I hear Orinda SwearJohn Eccles
Long has Pastora rul'd the PlainJeremiah Clarke
Sweeter than RosesHenry Purcell
Suite in D minor : Szvit (cmb. ; d-moll )Henry Purcellcsembaló, szvit
E'er since you came into my SightJohn Eccles
My Lover has an inconstant MindJohn Eccles
I'll hurry thee henceJohn Eccles
I burn, my Brain consumes to AshesJohn Eccles
Whilst I with Grief did on you lookHenry Purcell
Oh! how you protestHenry Purcell
'Twas within a Furlong of Edinborough townHenry Purcell
Man is for the Woman madeHenry Purcell
So sweets the charms of LoveJeremiah Clarke
Suite in F minor : Szvit (cmb. ; f-moll )Jeremiah Clarkecsembaló, szvit
Ah me! to many deaths decreedHenry Purcell
Alas, here lies the poor Alonzo SlainJeremiah Clarke
Oh! lead me to some peaceful GloomHenry Purcell
Divine Astrea hither flewJeremiah Clarke
Lord, what's come to my MotherJeremiah Clarke
I'se no more to Shady CovertsJeremiah Clarke
Lads and Lasses, blith and gayHenry Purcell
Jockey was a dawdy LadJeremiah Clarke
The Bonny grey Ey'd MornJeremiah Clarke
Jockey was as brisk and blith a LadJeremiah Clarke