Hence, Loathed Melancholy
Hence, Vain Deluding Joys
Come, Thou Goddesss Fair And Free
Come Rather, Goddess, Sage And Holy
Haste Thee, Nymph, And Bring With Thee
Come, And Trip It As You Go
Come, Pensive Nun...Come, But Keep Thy Wanted State
There, Held In Holy Passion Still
Hence, Loathed Melancholy. Mirth, Admit Me Of Thy Crew
First And Chief...Sweet Bird
If I Give Thee Honour Due...Mirth, Admit Me
Hervey Alan, Thurston Dart, Philomusica of London, Sir David Willcocks
Oft, On A Plat Of Rising Ground
Far From All Resort Of Mirth
If I Give Thee Honour Due...Let Me Wander Not Unseen
Or Let The Merry Bells Ring Round
Hence, Vain Deluding Joys..Sometimes Let Gorgeous...
Thus, Night, Oft See Me...Populous Cities Please Me...
There Let Hymen Oft Appear
Me, When The Sun...Hide Me From Day's Garish Eye
I'll To The Well-Trod Stage Anon
And Ever, Against Eating Cares
Straight Mine Eye Hath Caught New Pleasures
Mountains, On Whose Barren Breast
But Let My Due Feet...There Let The Pealing Organ
May At Last My Weary Age...These Pleasures, Melancholy
Orpheus Himself May Heave His Head
These Delights If Thou Canst Give
The St. Anthony Singers, Sir David Willcocks, Philomusica of London, Sir Peter Pears, Thurston Dart, Saint Anthony Singers