1988
Henry Purcell
In All Our Cinthia's Shining Sphere
Tell Me Why
As Amoret and Thyrsis Lay
Fair Iris and Her Swain
Go Tell Amynta, Gentle Swain
Why, My Daphne, Why Complaining?
What Can We Poor Females Do?
Love and Despair
In Some Kind Dream
What a Sad Fate Is Mine
Lost Is My Quiet for Ever
Stript of Their Green Our Groves Appear
You say,'tis Love
For Love Ev'ry Creature Is Formed by His Nature
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