Morley, Thomas
352 noten
352 Noten
352 Noten
Sweet nymph, come to thy lover
Morley, Thomas
Hark alleluia
Morley, Thomas
Cease mine eyes
Morley, Thomas
Though Philomela lost her love
Morley, Thomas
Though Philomena Lost Her Love
Morley, Thomas
Now is the Month of Maying
Morley, Thomas
Do you not know?
Morley, Thomas
Domine, non est exaltatum
Morley, Thomas
Good morrow, fair ladies of the May
Morley, Thomas
Hark jolly shepherds
Morley, Thomas
Still it frieth
Morley, Thomas
You black bright stars
Morley, Thomas
X. Farewell disdainfull
Morley, Thomas
Our Bonny-boots could toot it
Morley, Thomas
Aire
Morley, Thomas
I saw my lady weeping
Morley, Thomas
Clorinda false
Morley, Thomas
Shoot, false Love, I care not
Morley, Thomas
Thirsis and Milla
Morley, Thomas
It Was A Lover And His Lass
Morley, Thomas
April is in my mistress' face
Morley, Thomas
Joy joy doth so arise
Morley, Thomas
First Dirge Anthem (Funeral Sentences)
Morley, Thomas
Lady you think you spite me
Morley, Thomas
It was a lover and his lass
Morley, Thomas
Man that is born of a woman
Morley, Thomas
O grief, e'en on the bud
Morley, Thomas
Round around about a wood
Morley, Thomas
It Was A Lover And His Lass
Morley, Thomas
Come lovers follow me
Morley, Thomas