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John Dowland |
PDF Files Only
| The First Book of Songs or Ayres |
# in Volume |
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| All ye whom love or fortune | xiv | PDF |
| Awake, sweet love | xix | |
| Away with these self loving lads | xxi | |
| Burst forth my tears | viii | |
| Can she excuse my wrongs | v |
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| Come again sweet love doth now invite | xvii |
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| Come away, come sweet love | xi |
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| Come heavy sleep | xx |
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| Dear, if you change | vii |
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| Go, crystal tears | ix |
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| His golden locks time hath to silver turn'd | xviii |
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| If my complaints | iv |
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| My thoughts are wing'd with hopes | iii |
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| Now, o now, I needs must part | vi |
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| Rest a while, you cruel cares | xii |
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| Sleep, wayward thoughts | xiii |
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| Think'st thou then by thy feigning | x |
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| Unquiet thoughts | i |
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| Whoever thinks, or hopes of love | ii |
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| Wilt thou unkind thus reave me | xv |
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| Would my conceit | xvi |
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| The Second Book of Songs or Ayres |
# in Volume |
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| A Shepherd in a shade his plaining made |
xvii |
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| Clear or cloudy sweet as April showering |
xxi |
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| Come ye heavy states of night |
xiv |
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| Die not before thy day |
iv |
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| Faction that ever dwells in court |
xviii |
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| Fine knacks for ladies |
xi |
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| Flow my tears |
ii |
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| Humor say what makest thou here |
xxii |
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| I saw my lady weep |
i |
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| If floods of tears could cleanse my follies past |
xi |
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| Mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled |
v |
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| Now cease my wandering eyes |
xiii |
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| O sweet woods, the delight of solitaryness |
x |
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| Praise blindness eyes |
ix |
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| Shall I sue, shall I seek for grace |
xix |
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| Sorrow, sorrow stay |
iii |
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| Then sit thee down |
vii |
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| Time's eldest son, old age the heir of ease |
vi |
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| Toss not my soul |
xx |
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| When others sing Venite exultemus |
viii |
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| White as lillies was her face |
xv |
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| Woeful heart with grief oppressed |
xvi |
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| The Third & Last Book of Songs or Aires | # in Volume | |
| Behold a wonder here |
iii |
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| By a fountain where I lay |
xii |
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| Come when I call, or tarry till I come |
xxi |
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| Daphne was not so chaste as she was changing |
iv |
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| Farewell too fair |
i |
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| Farewell unkind farewell |
xiv |
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| Fie on this feigning |
xvi |
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| Flow not so fast ye fountains |
viii |
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| I must complain, yet do enjoy |
xvii |
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| It was a time when silly Bees could speak |
xviii |
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| Lend your eares to my sorrow good people |
xi |
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| Love stood amazed at sweet beauty’s pain |
x |
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| Me, me and none but me |
v |
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| Oh what hath overwrought |
xiii |
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| Say love if ever thou didst find |
vii |
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| The lowest trees have tops |
xix |
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| Time stands still |
ii |
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| Weep you no more sad fountains |
xv |
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| What if I never speed |
ix |
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| What poor Astronomers are they |
xx |
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| When Phœbus first did Daphne love |
vi |
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| A Pilgrim's Solace | # in Volume | |
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to errors on the part of my sources, these pieces are being temporarily withdrawn. Although Lute-songs are outside the original intent of these websites, I had included them here to give a more complete picture of Master Dowland's work, but I would rather not mis-lead those who have found my sites helpful. I will be exploring other sources for these works and will remove this notice when that effort yields better fruit. Brian |
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| Cease these false sports |
xxi |
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| Disdain me still |
i |
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| From silent night |
x |
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| Go nightly cares |
ix |
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| If that a sinner's sighs be Angel's food |
xiii |
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| In this trembling shadow |
xii |
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| Lasso vita mia |
xi |
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| Love those beams that breed |
iv |
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| My heart and tongue were twins, |
xviii |
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| Shall I strive with words to move |
v |
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| Stay time a while thy flying |
vii |
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| Sweet stay a while |
ii |
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| Tell me true Love where shall I seek thy being |
viii |
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| Thou Mighty God (Part 1 of 3) | xiv |
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| When David's life by Saul was often sought (Part 2 of 3) | xv |
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| When the poor cripple by the pool did lie (Part 3 of 3) | xvi |
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| To ask for all thy love |
iii |
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| Up merry mates |
xix |
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| Welcome black night |
xx |
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| Were every thought an eye |
vi |
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| Where sin sore wounding |
xvii |
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