David Miller

Preludium

Pavin

The Frog Galliard

A Fancy

I Don’t Know How to Love Him (from “Jesus Christ Superstar”)

A Fantasie

The most sacred Queen Elizabeth, her Galliard

The Triumphs of Oriana: Long Live Fair Oriana

Since first I saw your face

The Triumphs of Oriana: Fair Oriana, Seeming to Wink at Folly

The Triumphs of Oriana: The Fauns and Satyrs Tripping

Galliard No. 8 "Jest" / "Clark's Galliard", Hirsch Manuscript No. 15

The Triumphs of Oriana: Round About Her Charret, With All-Admiring Strains

The Triumphs of Oriana: With Wreaths of Rose and Laurel

The Triumphs of Oriana: Thus Bonny-Boots the Birthday Celebrated

Fantasia No. 3, Hirsch Manuscript No. 49

The Triumphs of Oriana: Arise, Awake, Awake

The Triumphs of Oriana: Hark! Did Ye Ever Hear So Sweet a Singing?

The Triumphs of Oriana: Fair Orian in the Morn

The Triumphs of Oriana: With Angel's Face and Brightness

The Triumphs of Oriana: Come, Blessed Bird

My Ladye Nevells Booke: The Galliarde to the Firste Pavian (arr. lute), Hirsch Manuscript No. 2

The Triumphs of Oriana: Hard by a Crystal Fountain

The Triumphs of Oriana: Fair Oriana, Beauty's Queen

The Triumphs of Oriana: Fair Cytherea Presents Her Doves

The Triumphs of Oriana: As Vesta Was From Latmos Hill Descending

Now, o now I needs must part

Say, Love, if ever thou didst find

I die whenas I do not see

Awake, sweet love, thou art returned

The Triumphs of Oriana: The Lady Oriana

The Triumphs of Oriana: Sing, Shepherds All

The Triumphs of Oriana: Lightly She Whipped O'er the Dales

The Triumphs of Oriana: Calm Was the Air and Clear the Sky

Fantasia No. 2, Hirsch Manuscript No. 46

The Triumphs of Oriana: Hence Stars Too Dim of Light

The Triumphs of Oriana: Come, Gentle Swains and Shepherds' Dainty Daughters

The Triumphs of Oriana: With Angel's Face and Brightness

The Triumphs of Oriana: The Nymphs and Shepherds Danced

Galliard, Hirsch Manuscript No. 9

The Triumphs of Oriana: All Creatures Now Are Merry Merry-Minded

The Triumphs of Oriana: Fair Nymphs, I Heard One Telling

Now That the Sun Hath Veiled His Light, Z. 193: "Now that the sun hath veiled his light"

Oft have I sigh'd for him that hears me not

Thou pretty bird, how do I see

Eyes, look no more

Sorrow, stay, lend true repentant tears

Flow, my tears, fall from your springs

Author of light, revive my dying sprite

She Loves and She Confesses Too, Z. 413