The Purcell Collection

Britten, Benjamin, bearb. and arr. Walters, Richard, ed 'Tis holiday -A Morning Hymn Ah, Belinda! I am prest with torment Alleluia But ere we this perform Come away, fellow sailors Dialogue of Corydon and Mopsa Evening Hymn Fairest Isle Fear no danger to ensue Hark the ech'ing air How blest are shepherds I attempt from love's sickness I spy Celia I take no pleasure I'll sail upon the Dog-star If music be the food of love (3rd version) If music be the food of love (1st version) In the black dismal dungeon of despair Job's Curse Let sullen discord smile Lord, what is man Lost is my quiet Mad Bess Man is for the woman made Music for a while No, resistance is but vain Not all my torments Oft she visits this lov'd mountain On the brow of Richmond Hill Pious Celinda Pursue thy conquest, love Saul and the Witch at Endor Shake the cloud from off your brow Shepherd, leave decoying So when the glittering Queen of Night Sound fame thy brazen trumpet Sound the trumpet Sweeter than roses Take not a woman's anger ill Thanks to these lonesome vales The Blessed Virgin's Expostulation -The Queen's Epicedium There's not a swain of the plain Thou tun'st this world Turn then thine eyes We sing to him What can we poor females do? When I am laid in earth Why should men quarrel?