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Rudy Bremer & Leo
van Noppen: Tot
tranen toe bewogen
Liederen en
gedichten uit het Engels (1400-heden)
Inhoudsopgave: Muziekhistorische inleiding en titels:
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A, B
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A dialogue between Daphney and Amintas (zie: O, pale, Amintas, do thy looks appear); Adieu farewell earths blisse; Ah, alas you salt sea gods; Ah my heart, I
know thee well; Ah Robin, gentle Robin; A hymn to God the father ( zie: Wilt Thou forgive
that sin where I begun) ; Alas! My love, thou dost me wrong; A litany in
time of plague(zie:
Adieu, farewell earths blisse); All alone or
The empty heart(zie: As my wifeen
and I were walking the roadside) ; All the world`s
a stage; Are you happy? ; Arise , ye
subterranean winds; As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage; As my wifeen and I were walking the roadside;A
song (zie: Hither this way, this way bend);
Awake and with attention hear; Away with these self-loving lads; A woman`s face , with Nature`s
own hand painted.
Before they die; Binsey poplars (zie: My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled); Blow,
blow thou winter wind; Bringers (zie: Cover me
over in dusk and dust and dreams)
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C, D,
(E),F
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Can she excuse my wrongs; Come, fill the cup; Come heavy sleep;
Come to me, grief, for ever; Cover me over in dusk and dust and dreams;
Down time`s quaint stream;
Fair Phyllis I saw; Farewell dear love; Flow, my tears; Fog (zie: The fog comes on little cat feet); From silent
night; From Virgin`s womb this day did spring;
Full fathom five;
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G, H,
I, J
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Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may; Give alms of thy goods; Go
heart, hurt with adversity;Go
nightly cares, the enemy to rest; Greensleeves
(zie: Alas! My love, thou dost me wrong)
Had we but World enough, and Time; Hence with your trifling deity;
Her father loved me; Hither this way, this way bend; Hymn to St. Cecilia
(zie: In a garden shady this holy lady);
I caught this morning`s minion; If music
be the food of love; If my complaints could passions move; I found a sea-shell,
ribbed and delicate; I love, loved, and loved would I be; I`am sick of love-O let me lie; In a garden shady
this holy lady; In fields abroad, where trumpets shrill do sound; In the
valley of the Elwy (zie:
I remember a house where all were good); In time of pestilence (zie: Adieu farewell earth blisse);
I remember a house where all were good; I saw my lady weep; It fell on a summer`s day; It was a lover and hiss lass;
Jesu,mercy,how may this be;
“Joan’, quoth John, “When will it be?”;
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L, M,
N, O
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Lullay: I saw a sweete seemly sight; Lute-book lullaby (zie: Sweet was the song the Virgin sang);
Margaret, are you grieving; Mark how the blushful morn; My aspens
dear, whose airy cages quelled; My spirit sang all day; My true love hath
my hart;
Nocturne (zie: Stuff of the moon); No
more shall meads be deck`d with flowers; No
more, good herdsman, of thy song;
O Jesu look, o cast thine
eyes on me; O Lord, the maker of all thing; O mistress mine, where are
you roaming?; One day I wrote her name upon the strand; O, o let me
weep!; O pale Amintas, do thy looks appear; O
sweet woods; Out of the orient crystal skies; O words which fall like sommer deaw on me;
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P, S
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Pastime with good company; Poem (zie: I
found a sea-shell, ribbed and delicate) ; Purge me, o Lord;
Sea-wash (zie: The sea-wash repeats);
Snatch (zie: Are you happy?); Song (zie: Two daughters of this aged stream are we);
Sonnet XX (zie: A woman`s
face, with Nature`s own hand painted); Sonnet
LXXV ( zie: One day I wrote her name upon the
strand); Spring and fall (zie: Margaret, are
you grieving); Strike it up Tabor;
Stuff of the moon; Sweet was the song the Virgin sang;
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The aging collector (zie: There was a
book….Alas I could not read it); The caged skylark (zie:
As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage); The dark is my delight;
The fog comes on little cat feet; The funeral song of that honourable
gentleman SirPhilip Sidney (zie:
Come to me, grief, for ever); The lover sheweth
how is forsaken (zie: They lee from me, that
sometime did me seke); The marigold (zie: Mark how the blushful morn); The plaint ( O, o
let me weep); The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree; There was a
book…Alas I could not read it; The sea-wash repeats; The seven ages of
Man (zie: All the world`s
a stage); The sunset swept; The voice (zie:
Woman much missed, how you call to me); The willow song (zie: The poor soul sat sighing); The windhover (zie: I caught this morning morning`s
minion); They flee from me, that somtime did me
seke; Though you are young; To his coy
mistress; To make a prairie; To seem the stranger lies my lot; To
sycamores ( zie: I`m
sick of love; O let me lie); To the virgins, to make much of time (zie: Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may); Two daughters
of this aged stream are we
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V,W
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Valley song (zie: The sunset swept);
Victory comes late;
Weep no more, my wearied eyes; What is our life?; What remedy,
what remedy?; When I behold my former wand`ring
way; When night her purple veil has softly spread; Where art thou,
friend, whom I shall never see;
Where the bee sucks; Who is that this darke
night; Why should men quarrel here; Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I
begun; Woman much missed, how you call to me.
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