Isaac Albéniz
Henry Clifford
Movements
- 'Tis I, sweet friend! To thee I bend!
- Adieu, mine own heart true!
- Alas! The days are gathered and laid by
- All is lost! The battle's o'er!
- All the night our force he led
- Ballet and Chorus
- Beware! She is a witch!
- Cease, cease thy weeping wild and listen.
- Children, let the plighted troth like a ring enfold.
- Come hither, Colin, faithful henchman, thou!
- Dance of the fairies
- Dance of the fairies
- Edward for King! March with a swing!
- Edward the King! March with a swing!
- For fear of pain flee not the right!
- Hail! Hail! All Hail!
- Introduction
- Lady, 'tis the trysting hour!
- Lady, 'tis the trysting hour!
- Lovely vision, dream delightful, wilt thou vanish
- My heart is faint!
- My shepherd lord, I wish thee joy
- My son! They come to seek thee! Look!
- Not mine vengeance! Not mine repayment!
- O Mother, why didst thou deny my longing for the fray?
- Our Lady of Bolton preserve thee, Henry mine!
- Pray for the soul of a chieftan departed!
- Prelude
- Remember Towton!
- Richard is dead, and Richmond reigns!
- Safe! Safe beyond the seas!
- Said Dick to the Devil, "Come, sell me your dice"
- Shall loyalty to phantom right our yearning heart.
- Sir John Saint John approaches!
- Sloes are blossoming in the hedges
- So am I quite unknown?
- Someone approaches
- Spirits of the flowers truant from honeyed cages
- Sweet are the visions mysteriously stealing
- Sweet are the visions, mysteriously stealing.
- The Earl of Richmond landed
- The foe draws near!
- These honest men against their will are outlaws
- To arms! this mandate to resist writ with my father's
- What feeble wit is here
- What ho! The guard! The guard!
- When the breezes are still
- Woe is me to love a fairy!
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