Henry Clifford
Creators (1)
Composer
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Isaac Albéniz
Related Works (48)
Parts
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Henry Clifford: Prelude
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Henry Clifford: Sloes are blossoming in the hedges
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Henry Clifford: Our Lady of Bolton preserve thee, Henry mine!
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Henry Clifford: O Mother, why didst thou deny my longing for the fray?
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Henry Clifford: Someone approaches
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Henry Clifford: So am I quite unknown?
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Henry Clifford: Beware! She is a witch!
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Henry Clifford: All is lost! The battle's o'er!
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Henry Clifford: Sir John Saint John approaches!
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Henry Clifford: All the night our force he led
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Henry Clifford: Pray for the soul of a chieftan departed!
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Henry Clifford: To arms! this mandate to resist writ with my father's
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Henry Clifford: What feeble wit is here
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Henry Clifford: Sweet are the visions mysteriously stealing
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Henry Clifford: The foe draws near!
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Henry Clifford: Come hither, Colin, faithful henchman, thou!
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Henry Clifford: Edward the King! March with a swing!
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Henry Clifford: Safe! Safe beyond the seas!
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Henry Clifford: Dance of the fairies
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Henry Clifford: Woe is me to love a fairy!
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Henry Clifford: Dance of the fairies
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Henry Clifford: Spirits of the flowers truant from honeyed cages
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Henry Clifford: Sweet are the visions, mysteriously stealing.
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Henry Clifford: Lovely vision, dream delightful, wilt thou vanish
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Henry Clifford: Children, let the plighted troth like a ring enfold.
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Henry Clifford: These honest men against their will are outlaws
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Henry Clifford: Ballet and Chorus
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Henry Clifford: When the breezes are still
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Henry Clifford: My son! They come to seek thee! Look!
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Henry Clifford: Edward for King! March with a swing!
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Henry Clifford: Introduction
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Henry Clifford: Said Dick to the Devil, "Come, sell me your dice"
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Henry Clifford: The Earl of Richmond landed
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Henry Clifford: Alas! The days are gathered and laid by
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Henry Clifford: Lady, 'tis the trysting hour!
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Henry Clifford: 'Tis I, sweet friend! To thee I bend!
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Henry Clifford: Adieu, mine own heart true!
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Henry Clifford: Lady, 'tis the trysting hour!
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Henry Clifford: My heart is faint!
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Henry Clifford: My shepherd lord, I wish thee joy
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Henry Clifford: Cease, cease thy weeping wild and listen.
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Henry Clifford: Shall loyalty to phantom right our yearning heart.
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Henry Clifford: Remember Towton!
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Henry Clifford: For fear of pain flee not the right!
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Henry Clifford: What ho! The guard! The guard!
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Henry Clifford: Richard is dead, and Richmond reigns!
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Henry Clifford: Not mine vengeance! Not mine repayment!
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Henry Clifford: Hail! Hail! All Hail!