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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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توماس تامکینز. Madrigals در 3، 4، 5 و 6 قسمت. 1622. نت موسیقی. Choral, Voice. VCE. توماس تامکینز.

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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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اگر سفارش بیش از 10 نسخه، لطفا با ما در 44 تماس بگیرید. 1284 725725 برای بررسی در دسترس بودن. توماس تامکینز. Madrigals در 3، 4، 5 و 6 قسمت. 1622. محتویات. آهنگ ها از سه قسمت. 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. بخش اول. O let me die for true love. بخش دوم. Oyez. Has any found a lad. Weep no more, thou sorry Boy. بخش اول. Yet again, as soon revived. بخش دوم. 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.