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Henry Clifford: Prelude
Henry Clifford: Sloes are blossoming in the hedges
Henry Clifford: Our Lady of Bolton preserve thee, Henry mine!
Henry Clifford: O Mother, why didst thou deny my longing for the fray?
Henry Clifford: Someone approaches
Henry Clifford: So am I quite unknown?
Henry Clifford: Beware! She is a witch!
Henry Clifford: All is lost! The battle's o'er!
Henry Clifford: Sir John Saint John approaches!
Henry Clifford: All the night our force he led
Henry Clifford: Pray for the soul of a chieftan departed!
Henry Clifford: To arms! this mandate to resist writ with my father's
Henry Clifford: What feeble wit is here
Henry Clifford: Sweet are the visions mysteriously stealing
Henry Clifford: The foe draws near!
Henry Clifford: Come hither, Colin, faithful henchman, thou!
Henry Clifford: Edward the King! March with a swing!
Henry Clifford: Safe! Safe beyond the seas!
Henry Clifford: Dance of the fairies
Henry Clifford: Woe is me to love a fairy!
Henry Clifford: Spirits of the flowers truant from honeyed cages
Henry Clifford: Sweet are the visions, mysteriously stealing.
Henry Clifford: Lovely vision, dream delightful, wilt thou vanish
Henry Clifford: Children, let the plighted troth like a ring enfold.
