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Composer: John Dowland (1562-1626)
Alphabetic listing of musical settings [warning - not necessarily comprehensive]
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All titles of vocal settings in our database, in alphabetic order
 A shepherd in a shade
Awake, sweet love
Away with these selfe loving lads (Text: Baron Fulke Grenville Brooke)
Behold a wonder here
Burst forth, my tears
By a fountain where I lay
Can she excuse my wrongs
Clear or cloudy
Come again: sweet love doth now invite (Text: 17th century)
Come away, come sweet love
Come, heavy Sleep SPA
Come Holy Ghost, Creator, come GER
Dear, if you change
Disdain me still (Text: William, Earl of Pembroke)
Far from triumphing court (Text: Sir Henry Lea)
Farewell unkind
Fie on this feigning
Fine knacks for ladies
Flow, my tears
Flow not so fast, ye fountains
Go crystal tears
Go nightly cares
His golden locks Time hath to silver turned (Text: George Peele)
Humour, say what mak'st thou here
I saw my lady weep
If my complaints could passions move
If that a sinner's sighs
In darkness let me dwell
It was a time when silly bees could speak (Text: Robert, Earl of Essex)
Lady, if you so spite me
Lasso vita mia ENG
Love those beams
Me, me and none but me
Mourn, Day is with darkness fled
My heart and tongue were twins
My thoughts are wing'd with hopes (Text: George Cliford, 3rd Earl of Cumberland)
Now cease my wand'ring eyes
Now, oh now I needs must part
O sweet woods (Text: Sir Philip Sidney)
O what hath overwrought
Rest awhile, you cruel cares
Say, love, if ever thou didst find
Shall I strive with words to move
Shall I sue?
Sleep, wayward thoughts
Sorrow stay
Sweet, stay awhile (Text: John Donne)
Tell me, true Love
The lowest trees have tops (Text: Sir Edward Dyer)
Think'st thou then by thy feigning
Time stands still
Time's eldest son, Old Age
To ask for all thy love (Text: John Donne)
Unquiet thoughts
Weep you no more, sad fountains (Text: 16th century) GER
Were every thought an eye
What if I never speed?
When Phoebus first did Daphne love
Where sin sore wounding
White as lilies was her face
Who ever thinks or hopes of love (Text: Baron Fulke Grenville Brooke)
Wilt thou, unkind, thus reave me?
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