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Article: As I went to Walsingham. Can she excuse my wrongs? Flow my teares. Have you seen the bright lily grow. The Battle Galliard. The lowest trees have tops. Fine knacks for ladies. Fantasy. Come, heavy sleepe. Forlorne Hope Fancye. Come againe. Wilt thou unkind thus reave me. Weep you no more, sad fountains. My Lord Willoughby's Welcome Home. Cleare or cloudie. In darkness let mee dwell. Spoken reading of a letter by Dowland
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- Modern Brewery Age
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- March 1, 2007
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DOWLAND As I went to Walsingham. Can she excuse my wrongs? Flow my teams. Have you seen the bright lily grow. The Battle Gaillard. The lowest trees have tops. Fine knacks for ladies. Fantasy. Come, heavy sleepe. Forlorne Hope Fancye. Come againe. Wilt thou unkind thus reave me. Weep you no more, sad fountains. My Lord Willoughby's Welcome Home. Cleare or cloudle. In darkness let mee dwell. Spoken reading of a letter by Dowland * Sting (voc, archlute); Edin Karamazov (lt, archlute) * DEUTSCHE GRAMMOPHON B0007220-02 (48:41 *)
At the dawn of the 17th century, the most famous lutenist and performer of lute ayres in England was John Dowland, the composer of what many regard as the finest songs ...