Benjamin Britten - Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues | Lyrics
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; Give the glory to the Lord And the Lamb Nations, and languages And every Creature In which is the breath of Life Let man and beast appear
Benjamin Britten - For the Mouse is a creature of great personal valour | Lyrics
For the Mouse is a creature Of great personal valour For this is a true case-- Cat takes female mouse Male mouse will not depart But stands threat'ning and daring If
Benjamin Britten - For I am under the same accusation with my Saviour | Lyrics
For I am under the same accusation With my Savior For they said He is besides himself For the officers of the peace Are at variance with me And the watchman smites me
Benjamin Britten - For the instruments are by their rhimes | Lyrics
For the instruments are by their rhimes For the shawm rhimes are lawn fawn and the like For the shawm rhimes are moon boon and the like For the harp rhimes are sing ring and the
Benjamin Britten - Prologue | Lyrics
{HOBSON} Peter Grimes! Peter Grimes! {SWALLOW} Peter Grimes, we are here to investigate the cause of death of your apprentice William Spode, whose body you
Benjamin Britten - For I will consider my Cat Jeoffrey | Lyrics
For I will consider my cat Jeoffry For he is the servant of the living God Duly and daily serving him For at the first glance Of the glory of God in the East He
Benjamin Britten - Encinctured with a twine of leaves | Lyrics
Encinctured with a twine of leaves That leafy twine his only dress! A lovely Boy was plucking fruits By moonlight, in a wilderness The moon was bright, the air was free And
Benjamin Britten - Lilian | Lyrics
Airy, Fairy Lilian Flitting, fairy Lilian When I ask her if she love me Claps her tiny hands above me Laughing all she can; She'll not tell me if she love me Cruel
Benjamin Britten - Below the thunders of the upper deep | Lyrics
Below the thunders of the upper deep; Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee About his shadowy
Benjamin Britten - The Children and Sir Nameless | Lyrics
Sir Nameless, once of Athelhall, declared: "These wretched children romping in my park Trample the herbage till the soil is bared And yap and yell from early morn till dark!