VII. Songs by PURCELL (1658-1695) and ARNE (1710-1778)
Singer, KATE WINTER (Soprano)
Purcell :
April who till now has mourn'd Ah, how sweet it*is to love !
Come unto these yellow sands
They tell us that you mighty powers abovo From rosy bow'rs
Arne :
Not on beds of fading flow'rs
Arise, sweet messenger of morn
Sleep, gentle cherub, sleep descend O come, 0 come, my dearest O ravishing delight