Texts to Art Songs and Choral Works by O. Gibbons

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• First Set of Madrigals
• no. 1. THe silver Swan, who living had no note (Text: Anonymous) FRE GER
• no. 2. O that the learned Poets of our time (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 3. I weigh not Fortune's frown nor smile (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 4. I tremble not at noise of war (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 5. I see Ambition never pleased (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 6. I feign not friendship where I hate (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 7. How art thou thrall’d, O poor despised creature? (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 8. Farewell all joys, O Hell, now restless care’s my pillow (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 9. Dainty fine Bird, that art incaged there (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 10. Fair Ladies that to Love captived are (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 11. ‘Mongst thousands good, one wanton Dame to find (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 12. Now each flowery bank of May (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 13. Lais now old, that erst attempting Lass (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 14. What is our life? (Text: Walter Raleigh, Sir)
• no. 15. Ah, dear heart, why do you rise? (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 16. Fair is the Rose, yet fades with heat or cold (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 17. Nay let me weep, though others’ tears be spent (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 18. Ne’re let the Sun with his deceiving light (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 19. Yet if that age had frosted o’er his head (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• no. 20. Trust not too much, fair youth, unto thy feature (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)

All titles of vocal settings in Alphabetic order

• Ah, dear heart, why do you rise? (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• Dainty fine Bird, that art incaged there (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• Fair is the Rose, yet fades with heat or cold (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• Fair Ladies that to Love captived are (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• Farewell all joys, O Hell, now restless care’s my pillow (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• How art thou thrall’d, O poor despised creature? (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• I feign not friendship where I hate (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• I see Ambition never pleased (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• I tremble not at noise of war (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• I weigh not Fortune's frown nor smile (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• Lais now old, that erst attempting Lass (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• ‘Mongst thousands good, one wanton Dame to find (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• Nay let me weep, though others’ tears be spent (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• Ne’re let the Sun with his deceiving light (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• Now each flowery bank of May (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• O Lord how do my woes increase (Text: William Leighton, Sir) [x]
• O Lord I lift my heart to thee (Text: William Leighton, Sir) [x]
• O that the learned Poets of our time (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• THe silver Swan, who living had no note (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Anonymous) FRE GER
• Trust not too much, fair youth, unto thy feature (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)
• What is our life? (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Walter Raleigh, Sir)
• Yet if that age had frosted o’er his head (in First Set of Madrigals) (Text: Christopher Hatton, Sir)

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