John Dowland

John Dowland

Herr der Tränen ...

Geboren 1563, gestorben 1626

First Booke of Songes  1597

I      Unquiet thoughts
II       Who ever thinks or hopes of love
III      My thoughts are wing'd with hopes
IV      If my complaints could passions move
V       Can she excuse my wrongs
VI      Now, O now, l needs must part
VII     Dear, if you change
VIII    Burst forth my tears
IX      Go crystal tears
X        Think'st thou then by thy feigning
XI       Come away, come sweet love
XII      Rest awhile, you cruel cares
XIII    Sleep, wayward thoughts
XIV    All ye, whom Love or Fortune hath betray'd
XV     Wilt thou unkind thu's reave me
XVI    Would my conceit
XVII   Come again: sweet love doth now invite
XVIII  His golden locks
XIX    Awake, sweet love
XX     Come, heavy Sleep
XXI    Away with these self-loving lads

SECOND BOOKE OF SONGS  1600

I     I saw my Lady weep
II      Flow my tears
III     Sorrow, stay
IV     Die not before thy day
V      Mourn, mourn, Day is with darkness fled
VI     Time's eldest son
VII    Then sit thee down
VIII   When others sing Venite
IX      Praise blindness eyes
X       O sweet woods
XI      If floods of tears
XII     Fine knacks for ladies
XIII    Now cease my wand'ring eyes
XIV    Come ye heavy states of night
XV     White as lilies was her face
XVI    Woeful heart
XVII    A shepherd in a shade
XVIII   Faction that ever dwells
XIX     Shall I sue
XX      Toss not my soul
XXI     Clear or cloudy
XXII    Humour say what mak'st thou there

THIRD BOOKE OF SONGS  1603

I     Farewell, too fair
II     Time stands still
III    Behold a wonder here
IV    Daphne was not so chaste
V      Me, me, and none but me
VI     When Phoebus first did Daphne love
V       Say, Love, if ever thou didst find
VIII   Flow not so fast, ye fountains
IX     What if I never speed?
X       Love stood amazed
XI      Lend your ears to my sorrow
XII     By a fountain where I lay
XIII    O what hath overwrought
XIV    Farewell, unkind
XV     Weep you no more, sad fountains
XVI    Fie on this feigning!
XVII   I must complain
XVIII  It was a Time when silly bees
XIX    The lowest trees have tops
XX     What poor astronomers are they
XXI    Come when I call