A Clerk of Oxford

Perhaps it's a little late, but Christmas doesn't end on the 25th, you know. In the true medieval spirit of festival and octave, thi...

As a lamentable result of the double darkness into which most Catholic musicians have been born - fear of Latin, and ignorance of the Proper...

Of one that is so fair and bright Velut maris stella, Brighter than the day is light, Parens et puella: I cry to thee, thou see to me; Lady,...

On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry announces that the Lord is nigh; awake and hearken, for he brings glad tidings of the King of kin...

Dwell in our hearts, O Savior blest; so shall thine advent's dawn 'twixt us and thee, our bosom-guest, be but the veil withdrawn.

Of a rose, a lovely rose Of a rose is all my song. Listeneth, lordings, both elde and yinge, How this rose began to springe; Such a rose to ...

There is a flower sprung of a tree The root therof is called Jesse; A flower of price, There is none such in Paradise. This flower is fair a...