Henry Clifford


Creators (1)

Composer

  1. Isaac Albéniz Spanish composer

Related Works (48)

Parts

  1. Henry Clifford: Prelude
  2. Henry Clifford: Sloes are blossoming in the hedges
  3. Henry Clifford: Our Lady of Bolton preserve thee, Henry mine!
  4. Henry Clifford: O Mother, why didst thou deny my longing for the fray?
  5. Henry Clifford: Someone approaches
  6. Henry Clifford: So am I quite unknown?
  7. Henry Clifford: Beware! She is a witch!
  8. Henry Clifford: All is lost! The battle's o'er!
  9. Henry Clifford: Sir John Saint John approaches!
  10. Henry Clifford: All the night our force he led
  11. Henry Clifford: Pray for the soul of a chieftan departed!
  12. Henry Clifford: To arms! this mandate to resist writ with my father's
  13. Henry Clifford: What feeble wit is here
  14. Henry Clifford: Sweet are the visions mysteriously stealing
  15. Henry Clifford: The foe draws near!
  16. Henry Clifford: Come hither, Colin, faithful henchman, thou!
  17. Henry Clifford: Edward the King! March with a swing!
  18. Henry Clifford: Safe! Safe beyond the seas!
  19. Henry Clifford: Dance of the fairies
  20. Henry Clifford: Woe is me to love a fairy!
  21. Henry Clifford: Dance of the fairies
  22. Henry Clifford: Spirits of the flowers truant from honeyed cages
  23. Henry Clifford: Sweet are the visions, mysteriously stealing.
  24. Henry Clifford: Lovely vision, dream delightful, wilt thou vanish
  25. Henry Clifford: Children, let the plighted troth like a ring enfold.
  26. Henry Clifford: These honest men against their will are outlaws
  27. Henry Clifford: Ballet and Chorus
  28. Henry Clifford: When the breezes are still
  29. Henry Clifford: My son! They come to seek thee! Look!
  30. Henry Clifford: Edward for King! March with a swing!
  31. Henry Clifford: Introduction
  32. Henry Clifford: Said Dick to the Devil, "Come, sell me your dice"
  33. Henry Clifford: The Earl of Richmond landed
  34. Henry Clifford: Alas! The days are gathered and laid by
  35. Henry Clifford: Lady, 'tis the trysting hour!
  36. Henry Clifford: 'Tis I, sweet friend! To thee I bend!
  37. Henry Clifford: Adieu, mine own heart true!
  38. Henry Clifford: Lady, 'tis the trysting hour!
  39. Henry Clifford: My heart is faint!
  40. Henry Clifford: My shepherd lord, I wish thee joy
  41. Henry Clifford: Cease, cease thy weeping wild and listen.
  42. Henry Clifford: Shall loyalty to phantom right our yearning heart.
  43. Henry Clifford: Remember Towton!
  44. Henry Clifford: For fear of pain flee not the right!
  45. Henry Clifford: What ho! The guard! The guard!
  46. Henry Clifford: Richard is dead, and Richmond reigns!
  47. Henry Clifford: Not mine vengeance! Not mine repayment!
  48. Henry Clifford: Hail! Hail! All Hail!