THE
WORDS
OF THE MOST
FAVOURITE: PIECES,
PERFORMED AT THE
GLEE CLUB, THE CATCH CLUB,
AND OTHER
PUBLIC SOCIETIES.
Compiled by RICHARD CLARK,
(Late of St. George's Free Chapel Windsor)
DEPUTY AT THE THREE CHOIRS IN LONDON, AND SECRETARY TO THE GLEE CLUB.
LONDON :
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TO
THE PRESIDENT AND GENTLEMEN
OF THE
GJLEE CJLTJB,
THE FOLLOWING COMPILATION
IS HUMBLY INSCRIBED.,
BY THEIR MOST OBEDIENT
AND DEVOTED SERVANT,
RICHARD CLARK.
PREFACE.
W ITH as much attention as he could possibly bestow, the Editor of the following Compilation has selected the words of the most favourite pieces performed at the Glee Club : should he have suc- ceeded to the satisfaction of those gentlemen who have been pleased to honour him with their patronage, he will be no less gratified than obliged. If, however, notwithstanding the assistance that has been afforded him, which calls for, and re- ceives his sincere and grateful acknowledgment, he may have passed over some errors, or have omitted some notices ; he looks to that indulgence which is ever inclined rather to encourage, than repress good intentions ; and to pardon, than exaggerate trifling inaccuracies.
On looking over the collection the reader will find, in most instances, the name of the author of the words given to the respective Glees, Madrigals, &c. and, when that has been omitted, the Editor must plead in excuse, doubt in his mind to whom the words were to be ascribed. Should this Work reach another Edition, he hopes to avail himself of '
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the corrections of his friends,, and to render it still more acceptable.
Difference of opinion has prevailed in the mu- sical world respecting* the composition of the popular air, and words of " God save the King ;" some account of both may not be uninteresting. Such as strikes the Editor as worthy of considera- tion is submitted, and in the language of George Saville Carey, by whom it is given, in vindication of his father, for whom he claims the honour of this national song, and to which, it would seem, that he is justly entitled.
ee Henry Carey, was the natural son of George Saville, Marquis of Halifax, from whom, and from his family, he received a handsome annuity to the time of his death. It is said there were private reasons why he did not retain the name of Saville himself, though he annexed it to the Christian names of all the male part of his own family. He was a musi- cian by profession, and one df the lower order of poets. His first preceptor in music was Olaiis Westeinson Linnert, a German ; he received fur- ther instructions from Roseingrave ; and, lastly, was in some sort a disciple of Geminiani. Being but slenderly accomplished in his art, his chief em-
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ployment was teaching at boarding-schools, and among people of middling rank in private families. Though he had but little skill in music, he had a prolific invention ; and very early in his life distin- guished himself by the composition of songs, being the author both of the words and the music. One of these, beginning with, " Of all the girls that are so smart," is said to have pleased Mr. Addison so much, that he more than once vouchsafed to com- mend it. But the most successful effort in his art was the celebrated popular song of " God save great George our King," of which both the words and melody were by him ; the bass being the com- position of Mr. John Smith. This was intended as part of a birth-day ode. He was also the prin- cipal projector of the fund for decayed musicians, their widows, and children.
ec In a fit of despair, he laid violent hands upon himself, on the 4th of October, 1744, at his house in Warner Street, Coldbath Fields ; and, by means of a halter, put a period to a life which had been led without reproach, being upwards of eighty years of age.
cc As a musician (Sir John Hawkins observes) Carey seems to have been of the first of the lowest
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rank ; and as a poet,, the last of that class of which Durfey was the first."*
Henry Carey composed the popular song ff God save great George our King/' but although he had much genius for music, he was ignorant of the rules of composition, and applied to Smith to adapt or alter the bass to the air.f
<c As it has been whispered abroad, nay, even given in print, that an annuity of two hundred pounds per annum had been bestowed on me, in consequence of my father being the author of ff God save great George our King/' I think it a duty incumbent on me to acquaint the world, that no such consideration has ever yet transpired ; yet I must beg that my readers will give me leave to introduce a few lines on this subject.
" In spite of all literary cavil and conjectural assertions, there has not yet appeared one identity to invalidate the truth of my father's being the au- thor of the above important so.ig ; some have given
* See Biographia Dramatica, originally compiled to the year 1764, by David Erskine Baker ; continued thence, to 1782, by Isaac/ Reed, F. A. S. and brought down to the end of Nov. 1311, by Stephen Jones.
f See Anecdotes of John Christopher Smith, " Handel's Amanu- ensis," page 43, by the Rev. W. Coxe.
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the music to Handel, others to Purcell ; some have signified that it was produced in the time of Char. I. others in that of James I. and some in their slum- bers have dreamed that it made its appearance in the reign of Henry VIII. it might as well have been carried still further back, to the reign of Saul, or that of Solomon, the son of David.
ee I have heard the late Mr. Pearce Galliard, an able counsellor in the law, and a colleague of my father, who died some years ago at Southampton, assert, time after time, that my father was, the au- thor of ff God save the King ;" that it was produced in the year forty-five and six ; another friend presented it to me in its original state, bound up with a collection of songs for two and three voices, set to music by Mr. Handel, Dr. Blow, Mr. Leve- ridge, Dr. Greene, Mr. Eccles, Mr. Lampe, Daniel Purcell, Mr. Corfe, and Henry Carey ; first printed in the year 1750, for John Johnson, oppo- site Bow-Church, in Cheapside.* It precedes ano- ther song of my father's, beginning with
" He comes, he comes, the hero comes,
" Sound, sound your trumpets, beat your drums," &c.
* Sec Balnea, or George Saville Carey's Journey to Windsor.
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But, for the satisfaction of my readers, I will insert the song of ' ' God save great George our King/' as it is printed in the original text, in the Gentle- man's Magazine, for October, 1745,* where it is called a song' for two voices, sung at both play, houses, and runs thus :
" God save great George our King, Long live our noble King,
God save the King ! Send him victorious, • Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God save the King !
O Lord our God, arise ! . Scatter his enemies,
And make them fall : Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks, On thee our hopes we fix, O save us all !
Thy choicest gifts in store, On him be pleas'd to pour,
Long may he reign ! May he defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing, with heart and voice,
God save the King !"
* In the Gentleman's Magazine i's the original tune, which J. C. Smith complains of, and altered at Carey's request.
A SONG for two Voices, sung at both Play-houses.
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TJic above is the original Tune as set for two Voices by Henry Carey; vNhich I.C. Smith altered at Careys re. .quest .
Printed in the Genilemans Magazine 1745.
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The stanzas which follow have been occasional, and added to the original song.
Lord grant that Marshal Wade* May, by thy mighty aid.
Victory bring ! May he sedition hush. And like a torrent rush, Rebellious Scots to crush !
God save the King !
From ev'ry latent foe,t From the assassin's blow,
God save the King! O'er him thine arm extend, For Britons' sake defend, Our father, prince, and friend !
God save the King !
(f Every one who has read the history of the Scotch rebellion, in 1745, will remember that Marshal Wade was a commander of great and
* This verse was added and sung on the defeat of the Scotch Rebels, 1745.
f This stanza was written by Mr. Sheridan, during the performance of the evening, on account of his Majesty having been shot at by James Hadfield, a maniac, at Drury-Lane Theatre, on the 15th of May, 1800. It gave peculiar pleasure, and was vociferously encored by the whole audience.
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eminent ability, employed by our government to repel the factious spirit of the Caledonians who were hostile to this country at that time, and invaded many of the northern parts of this island,
" The following letter of the ingenious Dr. Haririgton, of Bath, strongly corroborates the au- thenticity of my father's being the author of the song in question : hearing from Mr. Sale, during my stay at Windsor, that the Doctor was in pos- session of this piece of information, I entreated him to make it known to me, which he politely and readily acquiesced in, saying-*
" SIR,
fe The anecdote you mention respecting your father being the author and composer of the words and melody of ' c God save great George our King" is certainly true ; that most respectable gentleman, Mr. Smith, my worthy friend and patient, has often told me what follows, viz. e That your father came to him with the words and music, desiring him to cor- rect the bass, which Mr. Smith told him was not proper ; and at your father's request he wrote down another in correct harmony / Mr Smith, to whom I read your letter this day, the 13th of June, repeated the same again. His advanced age and present in-
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firmity render him incapable of writing or desiring to be written to ; but, on his authority, I pledge myself for the truth. Should this information prove in the least advantageous to yourself,, it will afford the most sincere satisfaction and pleasure to,
(C SIR, " Your most obedient Servant,
" W. HARINGTON. '
" Bath, June 13, 1795."
cc P. S. My curiosity was often raised to enquire after the author before Mr. Smith related the above, and I was often misinformed. Mr. Smith says he understood your father intended this air as part of a birth-day ode, or somewhat of that kind ; how- ever this might be, no Laureat or composer has furnished the world with any production more complimentary or more popular, which must ever be the consequence of concise elegance and na- tural simplicity.
"This Mr. John Smith was friend and assistant to Mr. Handel many years."*
* Schmidt, was born 1712, at Anspach, in Franconia, came to England with Handel, who was born February 24, 1686, at Halle, in Upper Saxony.
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ee Surely the foregoing letter wears the complex- ion of truth, and yet, either from envy or rigid scepticism, it has been held out by many as a mat- ter of doubt, without one feasible authority or cir- cumstantial argument that could render it so.
" Convinced of theinfallibility of Dr. Harington's letter, I concluded on giving it a place here, re- ferring the reader to the material and provident aid the song had often yielded to the King and state, in every critical situation ; when lurking se- dition had caused loud and dangerous murmurs to be daily heard in every house and every street, threatening defiance to the sword of Justice and her wise established laws, spurning at Majesty on his road to meet his mob-insulted senate, or annoy- ing him in his public pleasures ; yet, has the wavering subject been often called back to his original duty to his King, and the harsh and cla- morous voice of anarchy lulled into a calm, by this divine, this popular, and national hymn."*
John Ward speaks of (C God save the King" in his account of the Professors of Gresham College, published 1740, where he gives a catalogue of Dr. Pepusch's music as follows : No. XVIII, 2 vols. 4to,
* Extract from a work called the Balnea.
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Vol. I. folio 56, cc God save the King^ which is all that is there mentioned of it. It has been thought to be a variation of that gentleman's,, com- posed on the above tune, but the Editor has not been able, at present, to meet with it.
The following popular song was first sung at Cliffden, in a Masque called .Alfred, before their Royal Highnesses the Prince and Princess of Wales, on the 1st of August, 1740 ; written by Mr. Thomson and Mr. Mallet,.and set to music by Mr. Arne.
" Yet, e'er you go, in our lov'd country's praise,
" That noblest theme, hear what his rapture breathes."
AN ODE in the Masque of Alfred.
When Britain first, at Heaven's command, - .Arose from out the azure main ; This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung this strain :
" Rule, Britannia ! rule the waves ;
" Britons never will be slaves."
The nations not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall : While thou shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all. « Rule," &c.
b
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Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke ;
As the loud blast that tears the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak. « Rule," &c.
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame : All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse thy generous flame ; But work their woe, and thy renown. « Rule," &c.
To thee belongs the rural reign, Thy cities shall with commerce shine :
All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles thine. «Rule,"&c.
The muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair : Blest isle ! with matchless beauty crown'd, And manly hearts to guard the fair. " Rule, Britannia ! rule the waves ; " Britons never will be slaves."
It may not be unacceptable to give, in this place, some account of the Glee-Club, which was first held at the Newcastle Coffee House, Castle -street, in the Strand, December 22, 1787. The following gentlemen formed the original institution :
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ROBERT SMITH, Esq. Dr. ARNOLD, Dr. BEAVER, Rev. JAMES HINCKES, T. S. DUPUIS, Esq. JOHN ROBERTS, Esq. JAMES HESELTINE, Esq. THEO. AYLWARD, Esq. CHARLES WRIGHT, Esq. THOMAS GREGORY, Esq. H. DESDIER, Esq.
LUFF. ATTERBURY, Esq. THOMAS LINLEY, Esq. Honorary Members. Mr. S. WEBBE, JOHN DYNE, PAUL HOBLER, J. W. CALLCOTT, JOHN HINDLE, JAMES BARTLEMAN, SAMUEL WEBBE, Jun. SAMUEL HARRISON.
The Society removed to the Crown and Anchor in 1788, and continued there till 1790, then went to the Freemasons' Tavern, where they held their meetings till 1791, and afterwards returned to the Crown and Anchor, where they have continued to meet and dine together on alternate Satur- days. The subscribers, at present, are thirty in number, thirteen honorary, or musical members, and four perpetual visitors, and they meet ten times in the season ; the meetings begin in December. The society originally met twelve times. The hour of dining is half-past four o'clock, and the members take their seats at the table according to seniority, except the professional gentlemen, who always take their places in the .
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centre of the table on each side. Each subscriber pays seven guineas for his ten nights, and is entitled to introduce one visitor on alternate nights,, which visitor pays one pound. The professional gentlemen have the same privilege with the sub- scribers. The perpetual visitors have an equal pri- vilege with the honorary members. The business of the club is conducted by a committee,, consist- ing of the president, vice-president,, treasurer, conductor,, deputy- con ductor, and the secretary, together with five other members, which five are balloted for annually. There is also a messenger, who delivers the letters previous to each meeting, and attends in the room for the purpose of handing the books to the conductor when any glee is called for.
fc Non nobis, Domine !"
Of this solemn canon, used by way of grace or thanksgiving after dinner, the Editor presumes to remark, that the learned Dr. Burney (page 39, Commemoration of G. F. Handel) says, that the chorus of ' ' I will sing unto the Lord" in the Ora- torio of " Israel in Egypt" has exactly the same in- tervals with the canon before-mentioned. Whether the subject occurred accidentally, or was taken by design, the Doctor does not know ; but he adds, "in either case, the notes are happily selected, and
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ingeniously used. As to the original inventor, or right owner of that series of notes, upon which the celebrated and beautiful canon (which tradition has given to William Byrde) was constructed ; they have been the subject of fugue to Zarlino, and to old Villaert, his master, long before Byrde was born ; and, indeed, constitute one of the different species of tetrachord used by the Greeks in the highest antiquity/'
It has been usual on some occasions to applaud, after singing this grace ; but the breach, rather than the observance, of this custom might, it is thought, be more decorus. cc Non nobis, Domine !" is a solemn act of thanksgiving, felt and expressed in the most divine strains, not intended to excite ap- plause, but to inspire the heart with the deepest sense of gratitude to the Divine Being.
" Glorious Apollo."
On the authority of Mr. Webbe, this glee was written expressly by him for the Glee Club, when the original members had their meetings at their respective houses in turn, before they had determined where to establish the club. Hence he composed the music some time before he wrote the words. This glee is, invariably, the first that is sung after dinner.
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Madrigals.
The madrigal had its origin in Italy, and was first introduced into this country about the year 1583, where it was very generally admired and cul- tivated. As so little is known of the authors of madrigals, that is, of the words, it might not be un- interesting to the reader'if some mention be made, in this place, respecting them. Dr. Lodge, who flourished in Queen Elizabeth's reign, and was born anno 1556, (which was nearly thirty years before What we call madrigals were known in this country) makes use of the term as follows: "he was one of the writers of those pretty old songs and madrigals which were very much the strain of those times ;" here the word madrigal does not apply to the music, but the poetry. The same by the following writer: " Thomas Storer was one of the writers in Queen Elizabeth's time, of those pastoral airs and madrigals . Sir Edward Dyer also wrote in Queen Elizabeth's reign, several of whose pastoral odes and madrigals are extant, in a printed collec- tion of certain choice pieces of some of the most eminent poets of that time, and many others."*
The madrigal has been defined as a piece of music of a very scientific and highly finished de- scription, which was much in use in the sixteenth
* See England's Helicon.
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century., and even so early as the beginning of that preceding.* Madrigals were ordinarily vocal, for five or six parts, each of which was obligate, on account of the different subjects and fugues with which these pieces were filled. Organists also composed for and executed madrigals, and some say that it was upon this instrument that the madrigal was invented. This species of counter- point, which was subjected to very rigorous laws, bore the name of the madrigalesque stile. Several authors have immortalized their names, in the annals of science, by this species of composition ; such, among others, were, Luca Marenzio, Luigi Praenestini, who is commonly called Palestrina, which is the name of the city where he was born ; Pomponia Nenna, Tomaso Pecci ; and above all the famous Prince of Venosa, whose madrigals, full of science and taste, were admired by all musicians, and sung even by ladies.
Madrigals, though their favour diminished in pro- portion as the musical drama, which was more generally intelligible to uncultivated ears, advan- ced towards perfection, yet there were many can- didates for fame in that species of composition, during the early part of the last century. The
* Rousseau's Dictionary of Music*
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chief of these were, Tonmso Pecci, Alessandro Grandi, Sigismondo d' India, Pomponio Nenna, II Cavalier Tarquinio Merula, Pallavicini, and Dominico Mazzocchi. The only madrigalists after Mazzocchi, who much distinguished them- selves, were Stradella, Alessandro, Scarlatti, Bo- noucini, Lotti, Perti, and Caldara.*
As to the proper meaning of the word madrigal, there seems to be no precise definition given of it in our dictionaries. , Dr. Johnson calls the madrigal, a pastoral air or song. John Kersey, in his Die- tionarium Anglo Britannicum, 1621, says : — Ma- drigal, a kind of Italian air or song. These ac- counts speak of it in a musical sense, but do not explain the word itself. Another calls it madrigal, Spanish and French, from maddra ; whence it was written anciently, mandriale.
Bailey speaks of it thus : — ' f A Madrigal" says he, {C is a little amorous piece, which contains a certain number of unequal verses, not tied to the scrupul- ous regularity of a sonnet, or subtilty of an epigram, it consists of one single rank of verses, and in that differs from a canzonet, which consists of several
* Dr. Burney.
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strophes,, which return in the same order and num- ber."*
•Waters, by whose falls
Birds sing melodious madrigals.
Shakspeare.
His artful strains have oft delay'd
The bubbling brook to hear his madrigal.
Milton.
The following account of the word Madrigal,, has been suggested to the Editor : — " An original song of rejoicing in honour of the virgin mother, from madra, mother ; and galdere or madrigal- dere, a rejoicing hymn to the holy mother."
Some pains have been taken to discover the author of the words of that beautiful glee,, begin- ning Cf When winds breathe soft along the silent deep/' but with no other effect than the following information, which the Editor had from Mr. W^bbe himself: — He had sent his servant to the chandler's shop, who returned with a printed sheet of paper enveloping the article bought. The beauty of the poetry induced him to set the words to music. The ideas are undoubtedly borrowed from sacred history.
* Bailey.
ADVERTISEMENT.
THE Editor begs Leave to inform those Gen- tlemen who have favoured him with their Names to this Work, that he is preparing a Second Volume of Poetry, principally written and set to Music in the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. Those
Gentlemen who may wish to become Subscribers will please to honour him with their Names.
INDEX.
A. PAGE
VTOD save the King xi*
Rule Britannia xvii
Non nobis, Domine
Glorious Apollo from on high beheld us
A gen'rous friendship no cold medium knows ib.
As on a summer's day
As o'er the varied meads I stray 4
Awake, JEolian lyre, awake ib.
As now the shades of eve embrown.' 5
Are the white hours for ever fled ib.
As I was going to Derby 6
Ah, why this boding start, this sudden pain. 7
Ah ! how, Sophia, can you leave ib.
Arise ! ye winds ! from your deep caVes 8
All my sense thy greatness gain'd 9
Adieu, ye jovial youths ! who join 1O
Ask me, " why I send you here. ib.
Away ! let nought to love displeasing 11
Awake, sweet muse ! the breathing spring . . . * ib.
Alone thro* unfrequented wilds 12
Away ! away ! we've crown'd the day ib.
As passing by a shady gr, \*>. .'..'... ib.
As I wove with wanton care 13
Altho' soft sleep Death's near resemblance wears .... 14
Ask't thou, how long my love shall stay. ib.
Think' st thou, my Damon, I'd forego ib.
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Awake ! sweet love ! thou art return'd •
"As I saw fair Chlora walk alone lb_
Adieu! sweet Amarillis l
Ah grazie si rendono al sommo fattor
Amidst the myrtles as I walk J7
Awake, sweet love ! thou art return'd
A blooming youth. lies buried here
Ah, me ! my wonted joys forsake me
Alas, poor fly ! thy race is run lb-
Apollo high 1 our souls inspire
Again the balmy zephyr blows
Aldiboronti Phoscophornio
As it fell, upon a day
Around the festive board we social join 21
Adieu, ye streams ! that smoothly flow
Albion, thy sea-encircled isle
Awake, fair maid ! the sylvan lyre ib.
Away, away ! thou shalt not love me 23
All my strength, alas ! is gone ib.
As fair as morn, as fresh as May 24
Arise, my fair one ! and receive ib-
Awake ! sweet muse ! the breathing spring ib.
B.
Blow, blow, thou winter-wind 25
Blow, blow, Boreas ! blow : and let the surly winds. . ib.
Blest pair of sirens, pledges of heav'n's joy 26
Belinda, see, from yonder flow'rs 27
Blow, warder ! blow thy sounding horn ib.
Breathe soft, ye winds ! ye waters ! gently flow 29
Balmy gale ! I prithee say ib.
Belinda's sparkling wit and eyes 3O
By Celia's arbour, all the night ib,
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Beviamo tutti tre, un' a la volta 31
Beauties, have you seen a toy ib. "
Buz, quoth the blue fly j hum, quoth the bee 32
By the pricking of my thumbs ib.
Beauty, sweet love ! is like the morning dew ib.
Blest is the fairy hour, the twilight shade 33
Boy ! who the rosy bowl doth pass ib.
Born in yon blaze of orient sky 34
Begone, dull care ! without delay 35
Bring me flowers ! and bring me wine ib
By mason's art the aspiring dome. 36
Beneath a church-yard yew ib.
Bacchus^ Jove's delightful boy 37
Beneath a weight of hapless love ib.
Bacchus, would' st thou deign to hear me 38
Bacchus, sprightly god of wine 39
Bronte, Piragmo e Sterope ib.
Bacchus, to arms ! the enemy's at hand 40
C.
Come, come, all noble souls ! who skill'd in music's art ib.
Consign'd to dust, beneath this stone 41
Come, shepherds ! come away without delay ib.
Come, shepherds, we'll follow the hearse 42
Come, fairest nymph ! resume thy reign i 43
Come, honest friends, and jovial boys ib.
Cupid, my pleasure ! soft love I thee implore 44
Concord is conquer'd ! in this urn there lies ib.
Come, live with me, and be my love 45
If love and all the world were young 46
Come buy my cherries, beauteous lasses , . . 4/
Could gold prolong my fleeting breath 48
Come, fill the board with gen'rous wine ib.
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Come, bounteous May ! in fulness of thy might 49
f Come, Clara ! as the lily fair lb-
Cold is Cadwallo's tongue 50
Chief of the windy Morven. . ; ib-
Come, let us all a maying go •
Come, oh come, ethereal guest lb-
Could a man be secure 52
Come unto these yellow sands $>•
Come hither shepherd's swain 53
Cupid and my Compaspe play'd 54
Chi mai d'iniqua Stella ib.
Come, shepherd swains, that wont to hear me sing. . . » 5.5
Come, shepherds, follow me. it>.
Cynthia ! thy song and chaunting 56
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together. ib.
Come, ye party jangling swains 57
Can'st thou love and live alone >- 58
Cecilia more than all the muses skill' d ib.
Come, if you dare, our trumpets sound . , 59
Comrades, replenish the heart- cheering bowl ........ ib.
Come, thou rosy-dimpled boy 60
Come bind my hair, ye wood-nymphs fair 6l
Charming to love is morning's hour. . 62
Come hither boy, if thou wilt learn to thrive, then
come away ib.
Come, and let us live, my dear 63
Cupid no more shall give me grief 64
Come, Lelia, fill the goblet up * ib.
Come, ye fairy-footed hours 65
Charming maid 66
Come, rosy health, celestial maid. . , 67
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Die not, fond man, before thy day 67
Discord, dire sister of the slaught'ring pow'r 68
Desolate is the dwelling of Mona ib.
Down in a valley as Alexis trips 69
Daughter, sweet, of voice and air ib.
Drink to me only with thine eyes 70
Due begl' Occhi lucente ib.
Dear father, the girl you design me in marriage 71
Divine Cecelia ! goddess, heav'nly maid ib.
Deserted by the waning moon 7^
Doubt thou the stars are fire ib.
Delusive, sightless, god of warm desire 73
Dainty, fine bird, thou art encaged there , ib.
Drink to-night 74
Deh ! dove, senza me, dolce mia vita ib.
Daughter of heav'n ! whose magic call 76
Delightful scene ! in which appear 77
Dissi all'amata mia ib.
E.
/Ethereal race, inhabitants of air 79
E'er sin could blight, or sorrow fade ib.
Ev'ry bush new springing 8O
F.
From Oberon, in fairy land „ 78
Fill the bowl with rosy wine 8O
From this roof my shepherd went. 81
Fair Phillis I saw sitting all alone ib.
From peace and social joy Medusa flies 82
Flora gave me fairest flowers ib.
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I've often heard her say that she lov'd posies 82
From thy waves, stormy Lannow, I fly 83
Forced from home, and all its pleasures 84
Fair Flora decks the flow'ry ground 86
Fair Aurora prithee stay ib.
Fair, sweet, cruel, why dost thou fly me * 87
Fair Ellen like a lilly grew ib.
father of light and life ! thou good supreme 88
Fear no more the heat of the sun ib.
Friendship, thou social bond of life 89
Fly, Love, to heav'n above^ and look out Fortune. ... ib
Fruitful earth drinks up the rain » . . . 90
Friendship, thou dearest blessing heav'n bestows ..... ib.
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean 9!
Flora now calleth forth each flow'r ib.
From the fair Lavinian shore 92
Fair Susan did her wife hode well maintain 93
Flow, O my tears ! flow, and cease not ib.
Father of heroes. 94
Fill high the grape's exulting stream ib.
Fill all the glasses, fill them high 95
G.
Great Bacchus, O aid us to sing thy great glory ib.
Gaily I liv'd, as ease and nature taught 96
Go, idle boy, I quit thy bow'r ib.
Good night, good rest ? — Ah ! neither be my share ... 97
Great Apollo, strike the lyre 98
Gales of ev'ning, while she slumbers ib.
Gey Bacchus lay sleeping one day in a shade 99
Go to my Anna's breast, sweet rose ib.
Goddess of the cheerful smile 10O
Gathering violets, yesterday . . . T ib.
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Go tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies 101
(icntle air, thou breath of lovers ib.
Gently touch the warbling lyre 102
Gallant and gayly on the waves riding ib.
Go, feeble tyrant, and in vain 1 03
Good statesmen need not only wit ib.
Go tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies 104
Gone is my heart, for ever gone 105
Turn, Amarillis, tp thy swain 106
Go Damon go, Amarillis bids adieu ib.
Go, plaintive breeze, to Laura's flow'ry bier 107
II.
Hark ! the lark at heav'n's gate sings ib.
How merrily we live that shepherds be 108
How merrily .we live that masons be ib.
Have you Sir John Hawkins's History ib.
Here in cool grot and mossy cell » 109
Here's a health to all good lasses , «. ib.
Halcyon days, now wars are ending 110
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest ib.
How sweet, how fresh, this vernal day Ill
Hark ! the bonny Christ-church bells ib.
Hence all ye vain delights 112
Hail ! Star of Brunswick 113
Hope tells a flatt'ring tale ib.
Had heaps of treasur'd gold the power 114
Hail ! smiling morn ! that tips the hills with gold ib.
Here lies my wife, poor Phillis ! let her lie 115
How dread the crash ! how vivid ^s the glare ib.
Here shall soft charity repair 116
Hence away, ye Syrens leave me ib.
Hail, golden lyre ! whose heav'n invented string 117
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Hark ! the curfew's solemn sound 117
Hail ! happy meeting ! vintage now is done 118
How should we mortals spend our hours ib.
Hark ! the hollow woods resounding 119
Hush to peace each ruder wind 1 20
How often have I seen the gen'rous bowl ib.
Hail ! happy Albion ! queen of isles 121
Health to my dear, and long unbroken years ib.
Haste my Nannette 122
Hail ! ever pleasing solitude 123
Hark ! my Daridcar ! hark ! we're call'd below 124
Hark ! to Philomela singing 125
Have you seen the virgin snow 126
Hark ! hark ! the birds melodious sing ib.
Hail, music ! sweet enchantment hail 127
Happy are we met ib.
How calm the evening, see the falling day 128
Hail ! hallow'd fane ! amidst whose mould'ring shrines ib.
Here awa', there awa', wandering Willie 129
Happy are we met 130
Hail ! all hail ! Britannia, queen of isles ib.
How wretched those who tasteless live 131
Hand in hand with fairy grace 132
Here my Chloe, charming maid 133
Hark ! hark ! 'tis a voice from the tomb 134
Hastthou left thy blue course in heav'n » 135
Here let's join in harmony ib.
How soft sleeps the beams of yon moon on the breast . 136
Had I but the torrent's might 138
I.
I have been young, though now grown old ib.
In paper case 139
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In awful pause, while heav'n's revenge is slow 13Q
I'll enjoy the present time 14O
Joan said to John, when he stopt her t'other day ib.
In Summer's cool shade how delightful to sit 141
In peace, love tunes the shepherd's reed ib.
It was a friar, of orders grey 142
Jack, thou'rt a toper, let's have t'other quart 143
If in that breast, so good so pure ib.
In the roses' fragrant shade 144
In the merry month of May 1 145
In a vale clos'd with woodland, where grottoes abound 146
It was a lover, and his lass .'.... 147
In the lonely vale of streams abides the narrow soul . . ib.
If sadly thinking 148
Jolly Bacchus ! hear my pray'r 149
I, my dear, was born to-day 150
If the treasur'd gold could give 151
In this fair vale eternal spring shall smile 152
In pride of May the fields were gay ib.
I love to see, at early morn 153
In liquid notes i ib.
Inwreathe, inwreathe the sacred bough 154
I'm wearing awa', John a 155
John Anderson my Jo, John j $Q
I follow ! lo ! the footing still of my lovely cruel 157
In thousand thoughts of love and thee 158
If this delicious, grateful flow'r >,„ ib.
In rural innocence secure, I dwell 159
In vain I strike the sounding string ib.
I know you false, I know you vain 1(56
I lov'd thee, beautiful and kind ib.
It is night iQi
If the prize you mean to get ib.
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If doughty deeds my ladye please . . 162
I pierced the grove, and in the deepest gloom 163
I never knew a sprightly fair that was not dear to me. . ib.
Is it the purple grape that throws 1 64
Is it night ? would darkness fright us 165
L.
Lightly tread, 'tis hallow'd ground 1 66
Lawn as white as driven snow ib.
Let happy lovers fly, where pleasure's call 167
Let Omnibus Wiccamicis in a bumper now go round. . ib.
Live to-day, enjoy each blessing 168
Love and folly were at play . . «.»... ib.
Loud blowe the wyndes with blustering breath 169
Let us, my Lesbia, live and love 17O
Lady, those cherries plenty. . , ib.
Lone dweller of the rock, whose echoes mourn 171
Long may live my lovely Hetty ib.
L'ape e la serpe spesso 172
Let India boast her plants, nor envy we ib.
Lads and lasses, hither come ,„ 173
Love in thine eyes for ever plays ib.
Let not rage, thy bosom firing 174
Let's drink and let's sing together ib.
La mia Dorabella capace npn e 175
Life's a bumper, fill'd by fate 176
Lately on yonder swelling bush ib.
Lo ! on yon long resounding shore 177
Let the sparkling wine go round ib.
Let Rubinelli charm the ear 1 73
Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting ib.
Lawless o'er the yielding wire j 79
Laudate nomen Domini, vos Servi Domini . , ib.
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Lovely seems the moon's fair lustre 180
Let me, careless and unthoughtful lying ib.
Lay that sullen garland by thee 181
M.
My pocket's low, and taxes high ib.
Merrily, merrily rung the bells * 182
Methinks I hear the full celestial choir .-. . ib.
My fair, ye swains, is gone astray 183
Speak, sister, speak j (Music in Macbeth) 1 84
Me Bacchus fires, he swells each vein 18Q
My dear Mistress had a heart 19^
Murder ! I wish to my heart I was dead ib.
My mother had a maid call' d Barbara 19l
More with the love than the fear of God ib.
Make haste to meet the gen'rous wine 102
Mr. Speaker ! though 'tis late ib.
Mark the merry elves of fairy land 193
Mr. , will you do us the favour ib.
My ships to fair Sieilia's coast 104
Music's the language of the blest above Ip5
May your heroes, far and near , . . l§6
Music has pow'r to melt the soul ib.
Melting airs soft joys inspire * 1 97
My Phillida, adieu ! love, for evermore farewell ib.
Mine be a cot, beside a hill 198
Mona on Snowdon calls 199
Mark ! mortals, mark ! with awe profound 20O
'Midst silent shades and purling streams 201
Mark'd your her -eye, of heav'nly blue ib.
Mr. Conductor, if you please 202
My fair is beautiful as love 203
Music, miraculous rhet'rick, that speakest sense ib.
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N- PACE
Non fide al mar che freme ...........
No riches from his scanty store ................. '
Nymph over thee, sweet, fair, and young ...........
Now the winds whistle, and the tempest roars ........
Nor blazing gems, nor silken sheen ...... ..........
Never till now I felt love's dart ..... ...............
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger .......
Now I'm prepar'd to meet th' enchanting scene ......
No glory I covet, no riches I want ..... .... ....... 20*
Now round the board, my friends, in concert join ....
Now is the month of maying .............. • ....... 209
O 1 Q
Now the hungry lions roar ...............
No stormy winter enters there ........ > . . . ........ 21
Nymph of the forest ! who on this mountain ........ 212
Now country sports, that seldom fades ..... . ........ ib.
O.
O Venus ! Regina Cnidi, Paphique .......... . ..... 213
Orpheus with his lute made trees .................. ib.
On softest beds, at leisure laid ........ ............. 214
O happy man ! when youth reigns o'er thy hours ..... 215
O youth, thou morning of delight ................. 2l6
O turn to Hebe's blooming shrine ...... . .......... ib.
O voi che sospirate a miglior notti ............. • « • • 217
O mistress mine ! where are you roaming ........... ib.
O'er William's tomb, with silent grief opprest ........ 218
Of all the brave birds that ever I see ............... ib.
O ! what can equal here below ................... . 219
Oh, my Clarissa, thou cruel fair ................... ib.
O strike the harp ..... ... ....................... 220
Of Britain's wooden walls be now my song .......... ib.
O thou that rollest above ., ............... 221
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PAGE
Ob thou, sweet bird ! tbat sits on some lone spray. ... 22 1
O hear a pensive prisoner's pray'r, for liberty wbo sighs . 222
Oh, Nanny ! wilt thou gang with me ib.
Yes, I will go with thee, my love 223
On a day, alack ! the day 224
Oh, lady fair, where art thou roaming 225
O happy, happy, happy fair ib.
On the down of a thistle I fly 226
Often in Laura's breast I strove 227
Oh, Love ! how swift thy fairest prospects fade ib.
O memory ! celestial maid • 228
O sing unto inie roundelaie ib.
O who has seen the Miller's wife 22Q
Oh ! sweetest of thy lovely race ib.
O liberty ! thou goddess, heav'nly bright 23O
Oh ! let the merry peal go on ib.
O come O bella 1'ardor de vini 23 1
Oh that the learned poets of this time ib.
O thou, where'er (thie bones att rest) 232
O thou ! whose notes could oft remove ib.
O snatch me swift from these tempestuous scenes .... 233
O night ! more pleasing than the brightest day ib.
If free from every foreign thrall 234
Oh my love's like a red red rose 235
O come, ye fair, while blooming May 236
Of his right eye young Aeon is bereft ib.
As matchless beauty thee a Phoenix proves 237
O fancy ! parent of the muse » ib.
O gentle sleep ! O gentle sleep ! I cry'd 238
On abank, beside a willow ib.
O sad and watchful waits thy lover % . 23Q
O saw ye my father 240
O may I steal , t 241
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Old Chiron thus preach'd'to his pupil Achilles 241
O sacred friendship ! heav'n's delight 242
Oh ! sweetest of thy lovely race ib.
Oh ! happy we 243
O youth, thou morning of delight 244
O cruel Amarillis ib.
O Pan ! delight of nymphs and swains 245
Oh happy Albion ! blest beyond compare ib.
O'er desert plains and rushy meers 246
O listen to the voice of love 247
On the high towering poplar thus swinging 248
O share my cottage, dearest maid. . : ..^ . 249
P.
Pretty warbler, cease to hover ib.
Prithee, friend, fill t'other pipe. . 250
Praestat bibere ad sanitatem ib.
Peace to the souls of the heroes. 251
Poculum elavatum ib.
Pack clouds away 252
Prithee,- foolish boy, give o'er 253
Pale April, with her childish eye 254
Prithee fill me the glass ib.
Peace to the manes of the dead. . . , 255
Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean ib.
PraY> g°0(ty, please to%moderate the rancour of your
tongue 256
Q.
Queen of joy and dimpled pleasure ib.
Queen of the silver bow ! by thy pale beam 257
Queen of the skies, who silver'st wide 258
Queen of the seas ! ordain'd to prove 259
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Return, blest days ! return, ye laughing hours 26O
Rise, my joy ! sweet mirth attend ib.
Return, return, my lovely maid 26 1
Round the hapless Andrews urn ib.
Rosy finger'd goddess rise 262
Retire, my love, for it is night 263
Round thy pillow cherubs smiling ib.
Rise to the battle, my thousands 264
S.
Sister of Phoebus, gentle queen ib.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more 265
Sweet muse ! inspire thy suppliant bard 266
Swiftly from the mountain's brow ib.
Since harmony deigns with her vot'ries to dwell 267
Since first I saw your face I resolv'd ib.
See the chariot at hand here of love 268
Say, mighty love, and teach my song 269
Sleep, sleep, poor youth ! sleep, sleep in peace ' 2?O
Some of my heroes are low 2/1
Sophrosyne, thou guard unseen ib.
Sweet thrush ! that makes the vernal year 2/2
Surly Giles's old cat was shut out of the house ib.
Sweet Echo ! sleeps thy vocal shell 273
Stay, shepherd, stay ! I prithee stay 274
See, smiling from the rosy east 275
Sweet honey sucking bees ! why do you still ib.
Sweet enslaver can you tell 276
Sweet stream, that winds thro' yonder glade ib.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot 277
So saith my fair and beautiful Lycoris 278
Sweet nymph ! for thee I twin'd those flow'rs. ib.
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Stay, lovely Laura ! let'us sit and play 279
Send back my long-stray'd eyes to me ib.
ocrj
Shall I, wasting in despayre
Should mirth be observ'd by her sons to decline
See ! with ivy chaplet bound 28]
Stay, Corydon, thou swain
Saints and angels hear our strains. 282
Spring returns with aspect mild
She is faithless and I am undone 28<
Sweet warbling bird with dulcet note 284
So gracious is thy sweet self, so fair, so framed ....... ib.
Sweet poet of the woods.! a long adieu 285
Since I'm born a mortal man ib.
Some feelings are to mortals given 280
Soft and sweet, yon blushing rose ib.
Shepherds, I have lost my love. 287
Sad winter pass'd, the leafless grove 288
See ! o'er the hills the mists retire «... 289
Siat 'avertiti, O !.voi cortesi ainanti ib
O Sanctissima . 290
Sweet object of the zephyr's kiss. . .> ib.
Soldier, soldier take off thy wine 2Ql
See what horrid tempests rise ib.
•Spirit Scene, or Is it the roar of Teviot's tide 2Q2
Sober lay and mirthful glee (the Harmonists' Glee) 294
Slow ! fresh font ! keep time with my salt tears 2Q5
She paused, then blushing led the lay 296
Sweet is the soft and sunny breeze ib.
Soon as the genial spring renews the shade 297
See how fair Flora decks our fields with flowers ...... ib.
Soft Cupid, wanton am'rous boy „ 298
Sometimes a happy rustic swain 299
Sweet Philomela breathe thy plaintive lay ib.
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Tell me, shepherds, have you seen 300
The silver swan, who living had no note ib.
The nightingale, the organ of delight 301
The mighty conqueror of hearts
The fairest flow'rs the vale prefer •• • 302
Thyrsis, when he left me, swore Jb-
To the old, long life and treasure 303
To be gazing on those charms ib.
The gods of wit and wine prepare 304
Thy voice, O harmony ! with awful sound. . ib.
The spring, the pleasant spring, is blown 305
The bee voluptuous roves from bloom to bloom ib.
To love, I wake the silver string 306
The girl that I love is as mild as Aurora ib.
Tell me, fond youth, why wrapp'd in cares 307
Thy breath as fragrant as her own confest ib.
The fairy beam upon you 308
Thy form has a resistless grace ib.
Triumphant love, with roseate garlands crown'd 3CK)
Tourne thee to thic shepster swayne ib.
The cloud cap't towers 310
The Cyprian bird, with plaintive moan ib.
The blossom so pleasing at summer's gay call 311
The rose of the valley in spring time was gay ib.
Thou blessing sent us from above 312
The owl is out in yonder tree ib.
The old shepherd's dog like his master was grey 313
To me the wanton girls insulting say % 314
Thou art beautiful, queen of the valley ib.
Tell me, where is Fancy bred , , .«, 315
This bottle's the sun of our table ib.
To all you ladies now at land 316
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To wipe the tear from sorrow's eye ..'.._ 317
Thou, to whose eyes I bend; at whose command ib.
Thou, who alone dost all my thoughts infuse 318
'Twas you, Sir, 'twas you, Sir • ib.
Tell me the path, sweet wand'rer, tell i • 319
To the festive board let's hie ib.
The nightingale who tunes her warbling notes so sweet ib.
The glories of our birth and state 32O
This bubbling stream not uninstructive flows 321
Tell me on what holy ground ib.
Then round about the starry throne 322
The nightingale so soone as Aprill bringeth ib.
The sea-beat mariner, whose watchful eye 323
Thus rolling surges rise ib.
Time has not thinn'd my flowing hair 324
To what age must we live without love ib.
'Tis midnight all ! now sacred silence reigns. 325
Together let us range the fields ib.
The we'ir'd sisters, hand in hand. 326
Too late I staid, forgive the crime ib.
To arms ! your ensigns straight display 327
Thou'rt gone away from me ib.
Thy beauteous eyes shine with celestial fire 328
Take, oh ! take those lips away ib.
To all lovers of harmony take off your glasses 329
The cup of the tulip with wine is replete ib.
Throw thy gaudy roses from thee . . 330
Thou pride of the forest whose dark branches spread . . ib.
'Tis on earth the greatest blessing » 33 1
The Pelican, whose fond parental breast. ib.
To all that breathe the air of heav'n 332
The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new 333
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U.
PAGE
Upon the poplar bough in mournful strains 333
Underneath this myrtle shade -•* 33'4
Under this stone lies Gabriel John. ib<
Up the hill, or cross the lawn 335
V.
Virtue, my Emma, is a gem ib.
Vulcan contrive me such a cup 336
Vino vecchio e donne giovanni 337
W.
When nature form'd that angel face ib.
When Arthur first in court began 338
When gay Bacchus fills my breast 339
When Sappho tun'd the raptur'd strain ib.
Welcome, sweet pleasure 34O
When all alone my pretty love was playing 341
Wanton gales that fondly play ib.
While fools their time in stormy strife employ 342
We be three poor mariners ib.
When winds breathe soft along the silent deep 343
When Britain on her sea-girt shore 344
Where the bee sucks, there lurk 1 345
What Anacreon lov'd we drink 346
Where, hapless Ilion ! are thy heav'n-buiit walls 347
Which is the properest day to drink ib.
Would you know my Celia's charms 348
What will not gen'rous wine produce ib.
When Bibo thought fit ., 34p
Who comes so dark from ocean's roar ib.
Within an arbour of sweet-briar and roses 35O
When lurking love in ambush lies ib.
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When the fair rose amidst her flow'ry train 351
With conscious pride I view the band ib.
Wake now, my love ! awake 352
With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other. .
When for the world's repose my fairest sleeps ib.
What shade and what stillness around. 354
When pearly dew, at early dawn 355
While the moon-beams, all bright ib.
Will you hear how once repining 350
When to the muses' haunted hill 357
I have been, all day, looking after 358
What shall he have, that merits most ,. 359
Who is it that rides thro' the forest so fast 360
What may arrive of care to-morrow 361
Wind gentle evergreen to form a shade ib.
When order in this land commenc'd 362
With a gen'rous youthful soul 363
Weep silly soul disdained 364
We'll drink and we'll never have done boys ib.
Wilt thou lend me thy mare to go a mile ib.
When as I look'd on my lovely Phillis 365
Where is the nymph whose azure eye .*.... ib.
Would you know how we meet o'er our jolly full bowls 366
With sighs, sweet rose, I mark thy faded form ib.
Where my gentle love strays 367
When to England's proud boast (her rough sons of the
main) , ib.
When Thoralis delights to walk 368
When shall we three meet again ib.
Where art thou wanton ? and I so long have sought tliee ib.
With a jolly full bottle let each man be arm'd 369
When flow'ry meadows deckt the year ib.
When wearied wretches sink to sleep .............. 370
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Where are those hours on rosy pinions borne , . 37O
When first you courted me I own 371
What shaft of fate's relentless pow'r 3/2
Where'er thy navy spreads her canvas wings ib.
Whence comes my love? — O heart ! disclose 3/3
When the rose-bud of summer, its beauties bestowing. . 374
When Daphne smiles, I find ib.
We be soldiers three 375
What sing the sweet birds in each grove 376
What bright joy can this exceed • ib.
When in death I shall calmly recline 377
When the fair moon,, refulgent lamp of night 378
Whither away so fast my dear ib.
Who has peerless Kitty seen 379
Where weeping yews and nodding cypress wave ib.
When the toil of day is o'er 38O
What shall he have that kill'd the deer ib.
When charming Chloe gently walks 381
When Daphne dy'd, the sylvans sighed sore ib.
Who like Bacchus can controul 382
When beauty's soul, attracting charms ib.
With the su%fve rise at morn 383
What is love? a sad compound of simples most sweet. . ib.
What a frail life? in fear and trembling past ib.
When 'tis night, and the mid- watch is come 384
When Time was entwining the garland of years 385
With my jug of brown ale I defy ev'ry care ib.
What, ho ! thou Genius of this isle ! what, ho 386
With an honest old friend, and a merry old song .... 388
We fays and faires live unseen. 389
Y.
You gave me your heart t'other day. , ib.
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O young Lochinvar is come out of the west
Ye restless thoughts that harbour discontent 3Q2
Yet stay, fair lady, turn again
Ye visions wild, Hope's fairy train
You ask me, dear Jack, for an emblem that's rife. ... 3Q4 Ye vales and woods, fair scenes of happier hours. ... ib.
Ye spotted snakes with double tongue
You, gentlemen of England •
You pretty birds that sit and sing
Ye cheerful virgins, have you seen 398
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A.S a rosy wreath I bound , 399
With me compose the wreath of flow'rs ib.
Hark the merry pipe and tabor 400
Tears o'er my parted Thirzas grave 1 shed ib.
In mason's hearts let joy abound • • • • ^01
Welcome, friends of harmony ^. . . . . ib.
Bright o'er the green hill rose the morning ray 402
Dear innocence ! where'er thou deign'st to dwell. ... ib.
'Tis masonry unites mankind. 403
Gay being born to nutter thro' the day 404
Fill to the brim, and let the goblet's face ib.
Thrice happy they who careless laid. . . . 405
Sleep ! soft fair form, await th' Almighty's will ib.
The breathing organ swells the sound of woe 406
Heard you not his spirit singing 407
Dearest, do not now delay me 408
Why does azure deckthe sky 400
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AND
Orlando Gibbons's Madrigals.
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H.ENCE stars ! you dazel but the sight 413
With angels face and brightnesse, and orient hew ib.
Lightly she whipped o'er the dales 414
Long live fair Oriana ib.
All cre'tures now are merry minded 415
Faire Oriana beauties queene ib.
The nimphs and shepheards daunced 41(5
Calme was aire, and cleere the skye 417
Thus bonny bootes the birth-day celebrated 4,18
Sing shepherds all, and in your roundelaies ib.
The faunes and satirs trip-ping 419
Come gentle swaines and shepherds daintie daughters . . ib.
Withdraw yourselves yee shepherds from your bowres 42O
Arise, awake, awake, awake ib.
Faire nymphs I heard one telling 421
The lady Oriana. ib.
Hark ! did ye ever heare so sweet a singing. 422
As Vesta was from Latmos hill descending ib.
Fayre Oriana in the rnorne 423-
Round about hir charret with all admiring strains. ... ib.
Bright Phoebus greetes most cleerely 424
Faire Oriana seeming to winck at folly ib.
Faire Citharea presents hir doves e 425
Hard by a christal fountain ib.
Come, come, blessed bird and with thy sugred rellish. . 426
When Oriana walkt to take the aier ib.
Hark, heare you not a heavenly harmony 427
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The siluer swanne, who liuing had no note 428
0 that the learned poets of this time 429
1 waigh not fortunes frowne nor smile ' 42Q
I tremble not at noyse of warre ib.
I see ambition neuer pleasde 43O
I fame not friendship where T hate ib.
How art thou thral'd, O poore dis-pised creature ib.
Farewell all ioyes ! O Hell 431
Daintie fine bird, thou art encaged there , « .... ib.
Faire ladies that to love capti-ued are ib.
'Mongst thousands good, one wanton dame to finde. . . 432
Now each flowry bancke of May ib.
L is now olde, that erst at-temping lasse. ib.
What is our life? a play of passion 433
Ah deere hart, why doe you rise ib.
Faire is the rose, yet fades with heate or colde 434
Nay let mee weepe, though others teares be spent. ... ib.
Nere let the sunne Avith his deceiuing light ib.
Yet if that age had frosted ore his head 435
Trust not too much, faire youth, unto thy feature. ... ib.
A LIST
OF THE SEVERAL
CATCHES, GLEES, & CANONS,
TO WHICH
GOLD MEDALS HAVE BEEN ADJUDGED
B# tjje Catrf) Ciufo,
FROM
The Period of its Institution in the Year 1761 ;
WITH
The Names of the respective Composers, and the Dates of their Compositions.
Mr. S. JVebbJs Prize Glees.
1766 1767 1768 1768 1770 1771 1772 1774 1774 1775 1776 1776 1777 1777 1778 1778 1781 1781 1782 1783 1784 1784 1788 1788 1790 1790 1792
1764 1765 1766 1766 1766 1768 1769
CANON O that I had Wings 1
CATCH The Moon and Woman
CANON From everlasting .3
GLEE A gen'rous Friendship • 4
CANON Alzate o porte 5
CANON Iddio i quel che mi cinge 6
GLEE Discord 7
CATCH To the old
CANON Who can express 9
CANON Now I'm prepared 1°
GLEE You gave me. • 11
GLEE Tis Beauty calls 13
ODE Glory be to the Father 13
CANON Rise my Joy H
GLEE Great Bacchus 15
GLEE Hail Music 16
ODE Neighbours come 17
CATCH O all ye Works 18
CATCH My Lady Rantum 19
CANON To thee all Angels 20
CATCH When youthful Harriet 21
GLEE The fragrant Fainting 22
CANON O Lord shew thy mercy • ' 23
GLEE Swiftly from t he Mountains 24
CATCH Juliet is pretty 25
GLEE Non fidi al mar 26
CATCH Tell me 27
Dr. ArnJs Prize Glees.
CATCH Good Neighbours be quiet 1
GLEE Which is the properest Day SJ
CATCH Dite carlo quanti botte 3
CANON Ombra amene 4
GLEK Gia riede primavera .. 5
CATCH Dear Jenny I love you 6
GLKE Make haste to meet..... • 7
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J. S. Smith's Prize Glees.
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Dr. Cooke's Prize Glees.
Mr. W. Hayes's Prize Glees.
1763 CANON 1763 CANON 1763 GLEE
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1763 I CATCH*! When is it best. . .
1766 GLEE | When gay Bacchus,
Alleluja
Misere Nobis.
Melting Airs
Mr. Baildori's Prize Glees.
Mr. L. Atterbury's Prize Glees.
1776
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Earl of Morningtori's Prize Glees.
CATCH CATCH GLEE
When first that I was wed
As Dolly and Nan
Here in cool Grot.
Dr. Akoctts Prize Glees.
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Hail ever pleasing Solitude
Like as the Hart
We'll drink ...........
O give Thanks...
Mr. F. Hutchinsorfs Prize Glees.
CATCH 1 As Colin one Ev'ning.
GLEE j Jolly Bacchus
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This was the First Prize Catch.
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Mr. S. Welbe, Jun.'s Prize Glees.
CATCH Ah Friendship 1
CANON Resonate Jovem 2
CANON Come follow me 3
Messrs. Paxtorfs Prize Glees.
CANON O Lord in thee 1
GLEE How sweet, how fresh 2
CANON O Israel trust in the Lord W 3
GLEE Round the hapless S 4
CATCH Ye muses inspire me S 5
GLEE Blest Pow'r S 6
ODE Come, O come S 7
Dr. Callcott's Prize Glees.
CATCH A beauteous Fair 1
CANON Blessed is he 2
GLEE Dull repining Sons 3
CATCH On a Summer's Morning 4
CANON Bow down thine Ear 5
CANON Thou shalt shew me * 6
GLEE Whann Battayle smethynge 7
CATCH Have you Sir John Hawkins's History 8
CANON O that thou would'st 9
GLEE Go idle Boy 10
S.GLEE O thou where're thy Bones 11
CANON Call to Remembrance 12
GLEE O voi che sospirate 13
CATCH Tom Metaphysician 14
CANON I am well pleased 15
GLEE Triumphant Love 16
CANON O Israel 17
GLEE See with Ivy 18
S. GLEE Father of Heroes 19
CANON Christ being raised 20
Mr. R. Cooke's Prize Glees.
S. GLEB Concord is conquer'd 1
GLEE With a gen'rous 2
S.GLEE What Shade 3
Mr. J. Danbtfs Prize Glees.
GLEE When Sappho tun'd ]
CANON Lift up your Heads.. 2
GLEE Awake ^Eolian Lyre 3
S.GLEE Music has Pow'r 4
CANON And why my Soul 5
S.GI.EE The Nightiwgale who tunes 6
GLEE The fairest Flowers 7
ODE When Beauty's Soul 8
S.GLEE O Salularis 9
'Tis Midnight | 10
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Mr. James Hook's Prize Glee*.
1772 | CATCH | One Morning Dame Turner. 1780 CATCH | Come kiss me dear Dolly . . .
Mr. R. J. 'S. Stevcns's Prize Glees.
1782IGLEE j See what horrid Tempests I
1786 I GLEE jit was a Lover I 2
Mr. J. King's Prize Glees.
17871 CATCH I A rough Country Priest , 11
1788 I CATCH | We'll drink t'other Glass j 2
Mr. R. Spofforth's Prize Glees.
GLEE j See smiling 1 1
GLEE Where are those Hours 12
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Mr. G. Berg's Prize Glees.
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Continuation of Prizes. Whoe'er a Woman's Tongue Let the Words of my Mouth |
Marella, J. B. Woodward, Richard Lon^, Samuel |
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Thomas Charles |
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Don't push your tender passion . . |
Mulso, Edward Woodward R M D |
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Fill the Bowl |
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Or occhiy Sig* |
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Glory be to the Father |
Hellendale, Pet. |
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At/lward Titeodorc |
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Sir, you are a comical Fellow .... |
Bates, William Nares, Dr. |
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Battishill, J. |
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Cirri, G. B. |
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Now the bright Morning Star. .. Let the Sparkling Wine |
Greville, Rev. Rt. Rock, Michael |
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Loude Blowe the Wyndes |
Condel Henry |
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Born in yon Blaze |
Stevenson, SirJ.Kt. |
* This was the First Prize Glee.
The following is an Extract from the Will of the late much respected Treasurer, Robert Smithy Esq. many Years a Member of the Glee Club :
" I give and bequeath to the Glee Club, of which I am the oldest member, ten guineas, to be by their Presi- dent, Vice-president, and the rest of the Society, ad- judged to arid bestowed upon the Composers of the two best cheerful glees, upon any subject they may think proper to propose after my decease. Also, the deceased desired (a few days before his death) that the five guineas where intended for one glee, the first year, and the other the second after his decease ; and that great attention should be observed to the elegance and chastity of the words. The following were the first prizes given at the Glee Club :
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Fill high the Grapes |
R. Spofforth |
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C S. Evans |
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Fill all the Glasses |
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HARMONIC SOCIETY. When the fair Rose. ...'.. |
Wm. Knyvelt |
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THE GRACE.
CANON for Three Voices.
W. BYRD,1590.
]?JoN nobis, Domine! non nobis, sed nomini tuo da gloriam !
TRANSLATION.
PSA^LM CXV.
Not unto us, O Lord ! not unto us, but unto thy name be the praise !
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GLEE for Three Voices and Chorus.
S. WEBBE. GLORIOUS Apollo from on high beheld us,
Wand'ring to find a temple for his praise, Sent Polyhymnia hither to shield us,
While we ourselves such a structure might raise. Thus then combining, Hands and hearts joining, Sing we in harmony Apollo's praise.
Here ev'ry gen'rous sentiment awaking,
Music inspiring unity and joy ; Each social pleasure giving and partaking, Glee and good-humour our hours employ. Thus then combining, Hands and hearts joining, Long may continue our unity and joy.
S. Webbe.
GLEE for Five Voices.
S. WEBBE.— Medal, 1768. .A GEN'ROUS friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows : One, should our interest and our passion be, My friend should hate the man, that injures me.
Pope.
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. S. SMITH. As on a summer's day, In a green-wood shade I lay ; The maid that I lov'd, As her fancy mov'd, Came walking forth that way : And as she passed by, With a scornful glance of her eye, " What a shame," quoth she, " For a swain must it be, Like a lazy loon for to lie. And dost thou nothing heed What Pan, our god, has decreed? What a prize to-day. Shall be giv'n away ; To the sweetest shepherd's reed : There's scarce a single swain, Of all this fruitful plain, But with hopes and fears, Now busily prepares The bonny boon to gain. Shall another maiden shine In brighter array than thine ?
Up, up, dull swain ! and make the garland mine !"
Rowe.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE.
As o'er the varied meads I stray, Or trace through winding woods my way ; While op'ning flow'rs their sweets exhale, And odours breathe in every gale ; Where sage Contentment builds her seat, And Peace attends the calm retreat ; My soul responsive hails the scene, Attun'd to joy and peace within. But, musing on the lib'ral hand That scatters blessings o'er the land ; That gives for man with pow'r divine, The earth to teem, the sun to shine ; My grateful heart with rapture burns, And pleasure to devotion turns.
Anacreon on the Spring.
GLEE for Four Voices.
DANBIT.— Medal, 1783. , ^Eolian lyre, awake ! And give to rapture all thy trembling strings ; From Helicon's harmonious springs, A thousand rills their mazy progress take. The laughing flow'rs that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth and strong,
Through verdant vales and Cere's golden reign : Now rolling down the steep amain, Headlong, impetuous, see it pour ; The rocks and nodding groves re-bellow to the roar.
Gray.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE.— Prize Glee, 1782. As now the shades of eve embrown
The scenes, where pensive poets rove ; From care remote, from envy's frown ;
The joys of inward calm I prove. What holy strains, around me swell !
No wildly rude tumultuous sound : They fix the soul in magic spell ;
Soft let me tread this favour'd ground. Sweet is the gale that breathes the spring,
Sweet, thro' the vale, yon winding stream ; Sweet are the notes love's warblers sing,
But sweeter friendship's solemn theme.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT, ARE the white hours for ever fled,
That us'd to make the cheerful day ? And ev'ry blooming pleasure dead, That led th' cnraptur'd soul astray ?
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Too fast the rosy-footed train,
The blest delicious moments past ; Pleasure must now give way to pain,
And grief succeed to joy at last. O ! daughters of eternal Jove !
Return with the returning year ; Bring pleasure back, and smiles, and love,
Let blooming love again appear.
Annual Register.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT. As I was going to Derby,
'Twas on a market-day, I met the finest ram, Sir,
That ever was fed upon hay : This ram was fat behind, Sir,
This ram was fat before ; This ram was ten yards high, Sir,
Indeed, he was no more !
The butcher that kill'd this ram, Sir,
Was up to his knees in blood ! The boy that held the pail, Sir,,
Was carried away by the flood ! The tail that grew upon his rump
Was ten yards and an ell ! And that was sent to Derby,
To toll the market bell !
Old Ballad.
GLEE for Four Voices. ABELARD.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
AH ! why this boding start, this sudden pain, That wings my pulse, and shoots from vein to vein ! What mean regardless of yon midnight bell, These earth-born visions, saddening o'er my cell ! What strange disorder prompts these thoughts to glow, These sighs to murmur,, and these tears to flow !' Sleep, conscience, sleep ! each awful thought be drown'd, And seven-fold darkness veil the scene around. What means this pause, this agonizing start, This glimpse of heav'n, just rushing through my heart ! Methinks I see a radiant cross displayed, A wounded Saviour bleeds along the shade ! Around th' expiring God, bright angels fly, Swell the loud hymn, and open all the sky. O save me ! save me ! ere the thunder roll, And endless terrors swallow up my soul. Fly ! for justice bares the arm of God, And the grasp' d vengeance only waits his nod !
Cawthorne*
CATCH for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
AH ! how, Sophia, can you leave Your lover, and of hope bereave ! Go fetch the Indian's borrowed plume, Yet richer far than that you bloom ; I'm but a lodger in your heart, And more than me, I fear, have part.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.
ARISE, ye winds ! from your deep caves, And rouse, oh ! rouse the swelling waves; Oh ! drive my love again to shore, That I may see his face, once more ! Who flies from me on the broad back Of the salt ocean, thro' the track Of yielding floods : while left alone I sigh, and tell deaf rocks my moan. Cruel, ah ! how he swore, For ever, he would me adore, Next to the powers divine. But see, O God of Love ! men's treachery : Too easy my belief's betray'd, And all my hopes, just blooming, fade. Grief, come on, to thee I'll wed, And on the sea-bank make my bed. Come, sea nymphs, from your coral caves, Arise, ye tritons, from your waves Revenge my death ; oh ! close my eyes ! For wrong'd in love a virgin dies. " Witness the sun that shines so bright, Witness the tapers of the night, Witness the spring and groves," she cried ; And then she laid her down, and died.
GLEE for Five Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS. ALL my sense thy greatness gained, Thy dear hair my heart enchained ; My poor reason thy words moved, So that thee, like heav'n, I loved : Fal la la leridan, Dan dan dan deridan dei.
Now thy sweetness, sour is deemed, Thy hair, not worth a hair, esteemed ; Reason hath thy word removed, Finding that by words they proved :
Fal la la leridan,
Dan dan dan deridan dei.
Woe to me, alas ! she weepeth ; Fool, in me what folly creepeth ! Was I to blaspheme enraged, Where my soul I have engaged ?
Fal la la leridan,
Dan dan dan deridan dei.
Sweetness ! sweetly pardon folly, Tie me hair, your captive wholly ; Words ! O words of heavenly knowledge ! Know, my -words their faults acknowledge :
Fal la la leridan,
Dan dan dan deridan dei.
Sir Philip Sidney.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
R. COOKE & R. J. S. STEVENS. ADIEU, ye jovial youths! who join To plunge old care in floods of wine ; And, as your dazzled eye-balls roll. Discern him strug'ling in the bowl. The sole confusion I admire Is that my Daph'ne's eyes inspire ; I scorn the madness you approve, And value reason next to love.
Shenstone.
GLEE for Four Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS. ASK me, "why I send you here, This firstling of the infant year ?" Ask me, " why I send to you, This primrose all bepearPd with dew ?" I strait will wisper in your ears, " The sweets of love are washed with tears." Ask me, " why this flower doth shew
So yellow green, and sickly too ?
Why the stalk is weak and bending,
Yet it doth not break?"
I must tell you, " these discover
What doubts and fears are in a lover."
Carew's Poems.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
R. COOKE. AWAY ! let nought to love displeasing,
My Winifreda, move thy fear ; Let nought delay the heav'nly blessing, Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy care.
What tho' no grants of royal donors, With pompous titles grace our blood ;
We'll shine in more substantial honors, And, to be noble, we'll be good.
Thro' youth and age in love excelling,
We'll hand in hand together rove ; Sweet smiling peace shall crown our dwelling,
And babes, sweet smiling babes ! our love.
And when, with envy, time transported,
Shall think to rob us of our joys ; You'll, in your girls, again be courted,
And I'll be wooing, in my boys.
GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE.
A. WAKE, sweet muse ! the breathing spring With rapture warms ; awake ! and sing : Awake ! and join the vocal throng, Who hail the morning with a song. To Nancy raise the cheerful lay, O ! bid her haste, and come away : In sweetest smiles herself adorn, And add new graces to the morn.
GLEE for Five Voices.
WM. ROCK, Jun. ALONE thro' unfrequented wilds,
With pensive steps I rove ; I ask the rocks, I ask the, streams,
Where dwells my absent love ? The silent eve, the rosy morn,
My constant search survey ; But who can tell if thou, my dear,
Wilt e'er remember me?
GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE,
AWAY! away ! we've crown'dthe day, The hounds are waiting for their prey ; The huntsman's call invites ye all, Come in, boys, while ye may.
The jolly horn, the rosy morn,
With harmony of deep-mouth'd hounds ; For these, my boys, are sportsman's joys,
Our pleasure knows no bounds.
GLEE for Five Voices.
J. DAN BY
As passing by a shady grove,
1 heard a linnet sing ; Whose sweetly plaintive voice of love
Proclaim the cheerful spring.
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His pretty accents seem'd to flow,
As if he knew no pain ; His downy throat he turn'd so sweet,
It echo'd o'er the plain. " Ah ! happy warbler," I reply M,
" Contented thus to be ; 'Tis only harmony and love
Can be compar'd with thee."
GLEE for Four Voices.
J.C. PBING,
As I wove with wanton care, Fillets for a virgin's hair ; Cupid, and I mark'd him well, Hid him in a cowslip's bell. While he plum'd a pointed dart, Fated to inflame the heart ; Glowing with malicious joy, Sudden I secur'd the boy : And, regardless of his cries, Bore the little frighted prize ; Where the mighty goblet stood, Teeming with a rosy flood. " Urchin!" in my rage I cry'd, " What avails thy saucy pride ? Thus, I drown thee in my cup — Thus, in wine, I drink thee up!"
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GLEE for Five Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS. ALTHO' soft sleep Death's near resemblance wears.
Still do I wish him on my couch to lie : Come, balmy rest ! for sweetly it appears, Thus, without life, to live ! thus, without death, to die.
GLEE for Four Voices.
R. J.S. STEVENS. ASK'T thou, how long my love shall stay,
When all that's new is past ? How long ? ah ! Delia, can I say
How long my life will last ? Dry be that tear, be hush'd that sigh, At least I'll love thee till I die.
And does that thought affect thee too,
The thought of Damon's death ? That he who only lives for you ;
Must yield his faithful breath ? Hush'd be that sigh ! be dry that tear ! Nor let us lose our heaven here.
Sheridan.
GLEE for Four Voices. ANSWER.
R. J. S. STEVENS.
THINK'ST thou, my Damon, I'd forego, This tender luxury of woe ?
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Which, better than the tongue, imparts The feelings of impassioned hearts : Blest if my sighs and tears but prove The winds and waves, that waft to love.
Can true affection cease to fear ? Poor is the joy not worth a tear : Did passion ever know content ? How weak the rapture words can paint : Then let my sighs and tears but prove The winds and waves, that waft to love.
GLEE for Four Voices.
DOWLAND,
AWAKE '/sweet love ! thou art returned ; My heart, which long in absence mourn'd, -Lives now in perfect joy. • Only herself hath seemed fair,
She only I could love; She only drove me to despair,
"When she unkind did prove.
DUETTO.
HAYDN.
As I saw fair Chlora walk alone, The feather'd snow came softly down, As Jove descending from his tow'r, To court her in a silver show'r.
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The wanton snow flew to her breast,
As little birds into their nest ;
But being o'ercome with whiteness there.
For grief dissolv'd into a tear.
Thence falling on her garments hem.
To deck her, froze into a gem.
The wanton snow, &c.
Da Capo.
MADRIGAL /or Four Voices.
WILBYE.— 1598. ADIEU ! sweet Amarillis ! For since to part your will is, O heavy tiding ! There is for me no biding ; Yet once again, ere* that I part with you, Amarillis sweet, adieu !
QUARTETTO.
MOZART.
AH grazie si rendono al sommo fattor, Che in Tito del Trono salvo' lo splendor : Ah \ no' sventurato non sono con tanto, Se in Roma il mio fato, se trova compianto, Se voti Tito si formano ancor.
CHORUS. Ah grazie si rendono, &c.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
J. BATTISHILL.
AMIDST the myrtles as I walk, Love and myself thus enter talk ; " Tell me," said I, in deep distress, « Where I may find my shepherdess ?"
Carew.
Says love to me, " thou gentle swain, Thy search in myrtle grove is vain ; Examine well thy noblest part, Thou'lt find her seated in thy heart."
The late Earl of Sandwich.
MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
DOWLAND. — 1597.
AWAKE, sweet love ! thou art return'd,
My heart, which long in absence mourn'd,
Lives now in perfect joy ;
Only herself hath seemed fair,
She only I could love ;
She only drove me to despair,
When she unkind did prove.
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ROUND/or Three Voices.
Dr. BOYCE.
A BLOOMING youth lies buried here, Euphemius, to his country dear : Nature adorn'd his mind and face, With ev'ry charm and ev'ry grace ; About the marriage state to prove. But death had quicker wings than love.
Translated from the Greek by the Rev. S. Wesley.
MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
WEELKES. — 1598. An, me! my wonted joys forsake me, And deep despair doth overtake me ; Awhile I sung, but now I weep, Thus sorrows run when pleasures creep ; I wish to live, and yet I die, For love has wrought my misery.
DUET.
Sir J. STEVENSON. ALAS, poor fly ! thy race is run,
But thou hast lov'd and liv'd with glee ; And, ah ! behold my setting sun,
For I have lov'd and liv'd like thee. One glass has form'd this grave of thine, An hundred hogsheads may be mine.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
J. DANBY,
.ApoLLo high ! our souls inspire, With Orphean melody and fire! In soft, harmonious, soothing strains, Assuage the lover's torturing pains. Infuse, great God ! a fav'rite son, With sounds Calliope was won ; Then may we offer at thy shrine, Another Orpheus, still divine ! Whose charming tones shall music raise, Far above all earthly praise.
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. DANBY.
AGAIN the balmy zephyr blows, Fresh verdure decks the grove ; Each bird with vernal rapture glows, And tunes his note to love.
Sad Philomel, ah ! quit thy haunt,
Yon distant woods among ; And, round my friendly grotto, chaunt
Thy sweetly plaintive song.
Ye gentle warblers, hither fly,
And shun the noon-tide heat ; My shrubs a cooling shade supply,
My groves a safe retreat.
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CATCH for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
ALDiBonoNTiPhoscophoniio, where left you Chronon- hotonthologos ? Fatigued, within his tent, by the toils o war, on downy couch reposing; Rigdum Jimic watching near him, while the Prince is dozing.
CHORUS. Aldiboronti, &cf
MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
Earl MORNINGTON. And for Three Voices.
W. KNYVETT.
it fell, upon a day, In the merry month of May ; Sitting in a pleasant shade, With a grove of myrtles made ; Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did spring ; Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, (poor bird !) as all forlorn, Leanvd her breast against a thorn ;
And there sung the dolefuPst ditty,
Which to hear it was great pity.
That to hear her thus complain,
Scarce could I from tears refrain ;
For her griefs, so lovely shown,
Made me think upon my own.
Shakspeare,
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GLEE for Four Voices.
8. WEBBE.
AROUND the festive board we social join, Quaffing full draughts of mirth-inspiring wine ; The toast goes round, and beauty's happy reign Is here exalted, by each cheerful strain. But what if beauty should with love conspire, To treat with proud disdain our am'rous fire ; Dethrone the tyrants, and your freedom gain, By fixing Bacchus evermore to reign.
GLEE for Four Voice*. L. ATTERBURY. — Gained a Prize, 1778.
ADIEU, ye streams ! that smoothly flow, Ye vernal airs ! that softly blow ; Ye trees ! by blooming spring array 'd, Ye birds ! that warble thro1 the shade. Unhurt, from you my soul could fly, Nor drop one tear, nor heave a sigh ; But, forc'd from Celia's charms to part, All joy deserts my drooping heart.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
ALBION, thy sea-encircled isle. With plenty shall for ever smile ; Kind Nature sheds her genial showers, '
To raise thy fruits and paint thy flowers : While all the graces of the spring, Along thy cheerful vallies sing ; What Nature yields, what arts command, Is found in Britain's happy land.
GLEE for Three Voices.
W. HORSLEY,
AWAKE, fair maid ! the silvan lyre, Now fraught with love's poetic fire,
Floats on the zephyr's wings ; It waves the lillies o'er thy head, It hovers round thy virgin bed,
Yet scarcely dares to sing. The bosom of the ev'ning gale, Which sheds its dew-drops o'er the vale,
Receives the am'rous strain ; Alas ! that breeze how highly blest, Shall nestle in thy snowy breast,
Whisp'ring a lover's pain.
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MADRIGAL for Three Voices.
J. WILBYE.— 1598, AWAY, away ! thou shall not love me I So shall my love seem greater,. And I shall love thee better. Shall it be so ? what say you ? Nay, then I know you love me, That so you may disprove me.
THE LAST WORDS OF HAYDN.
GLEE for Four Voices.
HAYDN.
ALL my strength, alas ! is gone, Old and weak I'm grown ; Scarce can mirth, or sparkling wine, Rouse my joys supine.
Rosy health, now fled, warms my cheeks no more ! Cold death summons at my door ; Without dread I meet my guest, Heav'n ! O heav'n ! be bless'd. As a fine harmonious song, Roll'd my course along.
Translated from the original German by J. GompertZ) Esq.
MADRIGAL for Three Voices.
J. WILBYE.— 1609.
As fair as morn, as fresh as May,
A pretty grace, in saying nay ; Smil'st thou ? my dear ! then sing a say,
Fal la la la, fal la la la. But, oh ! that love enchanting eye, Lo ! here my doubtful doom I try.
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. HOOK,
ARISE, my fair one ! and receive All the pleasures love can give, Hark ! the birds on ev'ry thorn, Sweetly usher in the morn.
MADRIGAL for Five Voices. W. BEALE. — Gained the Prize Cup, 1813. AWAKE ! sweet muse ! the breathing spring ; With rapture warms, awake, and sing ! Awake ! and join the vocal throng, Who hail the morning with a song. To Phillis raise the cheerful lay, O, bid her haste ! and come away ; In sweetest smile herself adorn, And add new graces to the morn.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS. .OLow, blow, thou winter-wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho I sing, heigh ho ! unto the green holly ; Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then heigh ho ! the holly, This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh ho ! sing, heigh ho ! unto the green holly, Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then heigh ho ! the holly, This life is most jolly.
Shakspeare.
GLEE for Six Voices.
J. M. HARRIS. JBLow, blow, Boreas ! blow : and let the surly winds
Make the billows foam and roar ; Thou canst no terrors raise in valiant minds, But spite of thee we hope to reach the shore.
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ODE for Five Voices.
J. S. SMITH.— Medal, 1775 ]BLEST pair of sirens, pledges of heav'n's joy,
Sphere-born harmonious sisters, Voice and Verse, Wed your divine sounds, and mix'd pow'r employ,
Dead things, with inbreath'd sense, able to pierce ; And, to our high rais'd phantasy, present That undisturbed song of pure consent, As sung before the sapphire-colour'd throne, To him that sits thereon,
With saintly shout, and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright seraphim, in burning row, Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow, And the cherubic host in thousand quires, Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just spirits, that wear victorious palms? Hymns devout, and holy psalms
Singing everlastingly : That we on earth, with undiscording voice, May rightly answer that melodious noise, As once we did ; till disproportioned sin Jarr'd against Nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair music that all creatures made To their great lord, whose love their motion sway'd In perfect diapason ; while they stood In first obedience, and their state of good. O ! may we soon again renew that song, And keep in tune with heav'n, till God, ere long, To his celestial concert us unite, To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light.
Milton.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS. BELINDA, see, from yonder flow'rs
The bee flies loaded to his cell ; Can you perceive what it devours ? Are they impaired in shew or smell ?
So, tho' I rob you of a kiss
Sweeter than their ambrosial dew ; Why are you angry at my bliss ?
Has it at all impoverished you ?
Addison.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT, BLOW, warder ! blow thy sounding horn,
And thy banner wave on high ; For the Christians have fought in the holy land,
And have won the victory. Loud the warder blew his horn, And his banner wav'd on high ;
Let the mass be sung,
And the bells be rung, And the feast eat merrily. The warder look'd from the tower on high,
As far as lie could see, I see a bold knight, and by his red cross,
He comes from the east country. Then loud the warder blew his horn,
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And call'd till he was hoarse, I see a bold knight, And on his shield bright, He beareth a flaming cross. Then down the lord of the castle came,
The red cross knight to meet, And when the red cross knight he espied
Right loving he did him greet. Thou'rt welcome here, dear red cross knight, For thy fame's well known to me, And the mass shall be sung, And the bells shall be rung, And we'll feast right merrily. Oh ! I am come from the holy land,
Where saints did live and die ; Behold the device I bear on my shield,
The red cross knight am I : And we have fought, in the holy land, And we've won the victory : For with valiant might, Did the Christians fight, And made the proud Pagans fly : Thou'rt welcome here, dear red cross knight,
Come lay thy armour by, And for the good tidings thou dost bring,
We'll feast us merrily. For all in my castle shall rejoice, That we've won the victory; And the mass shall be sung, And the bells shall be rung, And the feast eat merrily.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBERS. PAXTON.
]BREATHE soft, ye winds ! ye waters ! gently flow ; Shield her, ye trees ! ye flow'rs ! around her grow ; Ye swains ! I beg you pass in silence by, My love in yonder vale asleep doth lie.
GLEE for Three Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS. Y gale! I prithee say, Whence those wings in fragrance dyed ? O'er my love you chanc'd to stray, She the pcrfum'd treat supplied.
Balmy gale ! such thefts forbear ;
Other sports from hence pursue ; With the tresses of her hair,
What have you, O gale ! to do ?
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Yield, Narcissus ! in her eye
See what tipsy brightness swims ; There delicious languors lie,
Drooping grief your lustre dims.
Wisdom ! were you left to chuse
What is sweetest, what is best ; All things else you would refuse,
If with her you might be blest.
From the Persic*
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GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE. sparkling wit and eyes, United cast so fierce a light ; As quickly flashes, quickly dies,
Wounds not the heart but burns the sight.
Love is all gentleness, love is all joy, Sweet are his looks, and soft his pace ;
Her cupid is a blackguard boy, That runs his link full in your face.
Earl of Dorset.
GLEE for Four Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M.B. ]By Celia's arbour, all the night,
Hang humid wreath, the lover's vow ; And, haply at the morning light,
My love shall twine thee round her brow.
Then if upon her bosom bright,
Some drops of dew should fall from thee ; Tell her, they are not drops of night, But tears of sorrow shed by me.
Translated from the Latin of Angerianus. by T. Moore, Esq.
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GLEE for Three Pokes.
Sig. GlARDINl,
JDEVIAMO tutti tre, un' a la volta, Voglio bene, signor si,
Bav viva bravo
Obligate Signori miei Oh ! 'che gusto star allegri E Bever del bon vin.
GLEE for Five Voices.
C. S. EVANS.— Prise G7ee, .1811, JOEAUTIES, have you seen a toy, Called love, a little boy ? Almost naked, wanton, blind, Cruel now, and then as kind ? If he be amongst you, say, He is Venus' run away.
She that will but now discover Where this winged wag doth hover, Shall this night receive a kiss, How and where, herself could wish : But who brings him to his mother, Shall have that kiss, and another.
Ben Jonson.
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CATCH for Four Voices.
Dr. ARNE.
Buz, quoth the blue fly ; hum, quoth the bee ; Buz and hum they cry, and so do we ; In his ear, in his nose, thus do you see : He eat the dormouse, else it was he.
Ben Jonson.
GLEE for Five Voices.
M . ROCK,
]Bv the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes ; Shew his eyes, and grieve his heart, Come like shadows, so depart.
Shakspeare.
GLEE for Five Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M. B. BEAUTY, sweet love ! is like the morning dew,
Whose short refresh, upon the tender green, Cheers for awhile, but till the sun doth shew, As strait 'tis gone as it had never been.
Soon doth it fade, that makes the fairest flourish, Short is the glory of the blushing rose ;
The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish, Which, at length, thou must be forc'd to lose.
Daniel's Sonnets.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M.B.
BLEST is the fairy hour, the twilight shade
Of ev'ning, wand'ring thro' her woodland dear ;
Sweet the still sound that steals along the glade, 'Tis fancy wafts it ! and her vot'ries hear.
'Tis fancy wafts it ! and, how sweet the sound !
I hear it now, the distant hills up-long ! While fairy echos, from their dells around, And woods and wilds, the feeble notes prolong.
Mrs. Raddijf's Romance of Athlin and Dunbane.
GLEE for Four Voices.
W. HAWES,
BOY ! who the rosy bowl doth pass, Fill me up the largest glass ; The largest glass, the oldest wine, The laws of drinking give, as mine.
Ye limpid streams ! where'er you flow, Far hence, to water drinkers go ; Go, the dull and the sedate, And fly the god, whose bow'rs you hate.
But hither come, ye streams divine, Of rich and sparkling rosy wine ; Still must my ever thirsty lip, From large and flowing bumpers sip.
D
GLEE for Four Voices. Sir JOHN STEVENSON.— Prize Glee, 1812.
in yon blaze of orient sky, Sweet May thy radiant form unfold ; Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye, And wave thy shadowy locks of gold.
For thee the fragrant zephyrs blow.
For thee descends the sunny shower ; And rills in softer murmurs flow,
And brighter blossoms gem the bower.
Light graces dressed in flow'ry wreaths, And tiptoe joys their hands combine ;
And love his sweet contagion breathes, And laughing dances round the shrine.
Warm with new life the glittering throng,
On quivering fin and sportive wing ; Delighted join their votive song,
And hail thee goddess of the spring.
Dr. Darwyn.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
L. ATTERBURY.— Prize Glee, 1780.
JBiEGONE, dull care ! without delay, To gloomy deserts haste away ; Hither haste, ye sons of pleasure ! Joys here know no bound nor measure ; Banish care, and drowsy thinking, Now's the reign of love and drinking.
GLEE for Four Voices.
W. HAWES. BRING me flowers ! and bring me wine !
Boy, attend thy master's call ; Round my brows let myrtles twine, At my feet let roses fall.
Breathe in softest notes the flute, Form the song, and sound the lute ; Let the gentle accents flow, As the whispering zephyr's blow.
What avails the downcast eye ! What avails the tear, the sigh ! Why should grief obstruct our way! When we live but for a day.
Then, boy, bring me wine, &c.
Late Dutchess of Devonshire. D2
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MASONIC ODE for Three Voices.
» Dr. COOKE,
BY mason's art the aspiring dome,
In various columns shall arise ; All climates are their native home,
Their godlike actions reach the skies. Heroes and kings revere their name,
And poets sing their deathless fame ; Great, generous, noble, wise, and brave,
Are titles they most justly claim. Their deeds shall live beyond the grave, Which babes unborn shall loud proclaim ; „ Time shall their glorious acts enrol, Whilst love and friendship charm the soul.
GLEE for Four Voices.
M. ROCK.
Curse leves loquuntur, ingentes Stupent.
MENEATH a church -yard yew,
Decay'd and worn with age, At dusk of eve, methought I spy'd Poor Slender's ghost, that whimp'ring cry'd,
O sweet ! O sweet ! Anne Page I
Ye gentle bards, give ear !
Who talk of am'rous rage, Who spoil the lilly, rob the rose, Come learn of me to weep your woes !
O sweet ! O sweet I Anne Page !
Shenstone.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE.
BACCHUS, Jove's delightful boy, Gen'rous god of wine and joy ; Still exhilarates ray soul, With the raptures of the bowl.
Then with feather'd feet I bound, Dancing in the festive round ; Then 1 feel the sparkling wine, Transports delicate — divine !
Then the sprightly music warms ! Songs delight, and beauty charms ; Debonaire, and light, and gay, Thus I dance the hours away.
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
WRITTEN UNDER A LADY'S PICTURE.
Dr. COOKE.
]BENEATH a weight of hapless love, Hpw weak does ev'ry effort prove,
When struggling to get free ; In vain, against love's pointed darts, The tender soul its fire exerts, And pants for liberty.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
R. SPOFFORTH,
]BACCHUS, would'st thou deign to hear me,
Rosy god of sparkling wine ; Haste, and with thy presence cheer me,
Grace my board, and with me dine.
Large libations will I pay tliee,
Condescend and be my guest ; Haste, and quickly come, I pray thee,
That thy vot'ry may be blest.
Plenty sits within my dwelling,
See the mantling liquor flow ; Ripen'd fruits and clusters swelling,
Mark, how mortals live below.
Haste thee then, nor slight this proffer,
Crown thy vot'ry's wish I pray ; Joys shall flow, more than I offer,
Haste thee then, and come away.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Lord MORNINGTON. BACCHUS, sprightly god of wine ! Inspire my lays to sing thy praise ; Thy wit and pow'r divine. 'Tis wine that cheers our souls, When from our flowing bowls, We quaff the purple grape.
So drink, my honest fellow,
Drink 'till you be mellow ; Let not one drop escape.
GLEE for Three Voices.
R. SPOFFORTH. jBnoNTE, Piragmo e Sterope Dei cor m'han fatto incudtne, E del gran Giove il folgore Battendo in esso van.
Eolo vi mena il mantice, Plutone il fuoco stuzzica, Le Furie il fulmin temprano, I Fati a Glove il dan.
TRANSLATION.
Brontes, Pyracmon and Steropes have made of my heart an anvil, and are beating the thunder bolt of great Jove upon it. — ^Eolus blows the bellows, Pluto stirs the fire, the furies temper the bolt, and the fates hand it to Jove.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE,
]BACCHUS, to arms ! the enemy's at hand ! Laura appears ! stand to your glasses, stand ! The god of love, the god of wine defies. Behold him, in full march, in Laura's eyes.
Bacchus, to arms ! and, to resist the dart, Each with a faithful brimmer guard his heart ; Fly ! Bacchus, fly ! there's treason in the cup, For love comes pouring in, with ev'ry drop.
I feel him in my heart, my blood, my brain ; Fly ! Bacchus, fly ! resistance is in vain ; Or, craving quarter, fill a friendly bowl, To Laura's health, and give up all thy soul.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. ROGERS, 1673.
COME, come, all noble souls ! who skill'd in music's art, Do join in this society to bear a part ; For in this pleasant grove we'll sit, we'll drink, and sing, And imitate those cheerful birds now in the spring ; The muses nine shall know, and all most plainly see, Our oft'ring at their shrine is love and harmony.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
BATTISHILL.
'D to dust, beneath this stone, In manhood's prime, is Damon laid ; Joyless he liv'd, but dy'd unknown, In bleak misfortune's barren shade.
Lov'd by the muse, but lov'd in vain,
'Twas beauty drew his ruin on, He saw young Daphne on the plain,
He lov'd, believ'd, and was undone !
Beneath this stone the youth is laid,
O ! greet his ashes with a tear ! May heav'n, with blessings, crown his shade,
And grant that peace he wanted here !
PearcWs Collection.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Lord MORNINGTOX.
COME, shepherds ! come away without delay, While the gentle time doth stay ; Green woods are dumb, and will never tell to any, Those sweet kisses, and those many Fond embraces which were giv'n ; Dainty pleasures that could even In coldest age raise a fire, And give virgins soft desire ; Come, shepherds ! come away without delay, While the gentle time doth stay.
Beaumont and Fletcher.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
ON SHENSTONE.
Dr. ABNE.
COME, shepherds, we'll follow the hearse,
We'll see our lov'd Corydon laid ; Though sorrow may blemish the verse.
Yet let the soft tribute be paid.
They call'd him the pride of the plain.
In sooth he was gentle and kind ; He mark'd in his elegant strain,
The graces that glow'd in his mind.
No verdure shall cover the vale,
No bloom on the blossoms appear ; The trees of the forest shall fail,
And winter discolour the year.
No birds in our hedges shall sing,
Our hedges so vocal before ; Since he that should welcome the spring,
Can hail the gay season no more.
Cunningham*
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Lord MORNINGTON,
COME, fairest nymph ! resume thy reign, Bring all the graces in thy train ; With balmy breath and flow'ry head, Rise from thy soft ambrosial bed ; Where, in Elysian slumber bound, Embow'ring myrtles veil thee round ; Awake, in all thy glories drest, Recall the zephyr from (he west, Restore the sun, revive the skies, At Nature's call, and mine, arise ! Great Nature's self upbraids thy stay, And misses her accustom'd May. See, all her works demand thy aid, The labours of Pomona fade ; A plaint is heard from ev'ry tree, Each budding flow'ret waits for thee. Come then, with pleasure at thy side, Diffuse thy vernal spirit wide ; Create, where'er thou turn'st thine eye, Peace, plenty, love, and harmony.
R. West.
CATCH for Three Voices.
IVES,
COME, honest friends, and jovial boys, Follow, follow, follow me, And sing this catch merrily.
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GLEE for Four Voices. LOVERS and BACCHANALS.
S. WEBBE. LOVERS. CUPID, ray pleasure ! soft love I thee implore ;
BACCHANALS. Bacchus, my treasure ! brisk wine I will adore :
LOVERS. Give me a beautiful maid, to bless my longing arms !
BACCHANALS. Give me a bumper of red, in that I view all charms !
LOVERS.
Without thy joy, life soon would cloy, And prove a mere disease ;
BACCHANALS.
The noble juice win mirth produce, And give us ease.
Da Capo.
EPITAPH
On W. Lawes, a Musician, killed at the Siege of West Chester, during the Interregnum.
GLEE for Five Voices.
RT. COOKE.— Prize Glee, 1788. CONCORD is conquer'd ! in this urn there lies. The master of great music's mysteries ; And in it is a riddle, like the cause, Will Lawes was slain by those, whose wills were laws.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.
COME, live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove ; That grove and valley, hill and field, Or woods and steepy mountains yield.
And I will make thee beds of roses, And twine a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of flow'rs, and rural kirtle, Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
A belt of straw, and ivy buds, A coral clasp, and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Then live with me, and be my love.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight, each May morning ; If joys, like these, thy mind may move, Then live with me, and be my love.
Shaksp eare's Poems.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING GLEE.
S. WEBBE.
IF love and all the world were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue ; Thy fancy'd pleasures might me move, And I might listen to thy love.
But time drives flocks from field to fold, Then rivers rage, and hills grow cold ; Then drooping Philomel is dumb, And age complains of cares to come.
Thy gowns, thy belts, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies ; All these, in me, can nothing move To live with thee, and be thy love.
If youth could last, and love still breed, Had joys no date, and age no need ; Then these delights my mind might move, And I might listen to thy love.
Shakspeare's Poems.
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ROUND for Four Voices.
Sir J. STEVENSON.
COME buy my cherries, beauteous lasses, Fresh from the garden pluck'd by me ; All on a summer's day, so gay, You hear the Dublin cries — " Knives ground here by
Fine apples and choice pears, Eat boys, forget your cares ; All on a summer's day, so gay, You hear the Dublin cries — " Sweep, sweep, sweep."
Fruit in abundance sold by me, Fruit in abundance here you see ; - All on a summer's day, so gay,
You hear the Dublin cries — " Parsnips, carrots, and choice beans."
Whey, fine sweet whey, Come tasfe my whey ; All on a summer's day, so gny,
You hear the Dublin cries — " Fine radish, fine lettuce? sold by me,"
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GLEE for Three Voices.
(CouLD gold prolong my fleeting breath,
Or guard me from the stroke of death ;
Then would I toil for precious ore.
And amass a boundless store.
But since all at length must die !
Nor gold a single hour can buy ;
Let the joys of life be mine.
Pour the streams of rosy wine ;
Let me taste, in Chloe's arms,
All the heav'n of beauty's charms ;
The smiles of friendship let me prove.
Friendship is the soul of love.
IRELAND,
Anacreon.
GLEE for Four Voices.
L. ATTERBTJRY.
COME, fill the board with gen'rous wine, And let's regale at Bacchus' shrine ; With harmony and friendship crown'd, Let's push the bottle swiftly round. A sentiment, my friends, let's give, May we enjoy the days we live.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
R. SPOFFORTH.
COME, bounteous May ! in fulness of thy might, Lead briskly on the mirth- infusing hours ;
All recent from the bosom of delight,
With nectar nurtur'd and involv'd in flow'rs.
By Spring's sweet blush, by Nature's teeming womb,
By Hebe's dimply smile, by Flora's bloom,
For Venus' self demands thee come.
Wm. Thompson.
' GLEE for Four Voices.
R. SPOFFORTH, COME, Clara ! as the lily fair,
Blushing like the dew-kiss'd rose ; Von murmuring rill shall soothe your ear, And Strephon sigh thee to repose.
What ! tho' by persecuting fate,
The charms of luxury's deny'd ; The empty farce of servile state,
And all the purple train of pride.
Yet, if with me you seek the plain,
With me enjoy the rural cot ; A happy, tho' a humble swain,
Ye proud and great, I scorn your lot.
E
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GLEE for Five Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M. B.
' COLD is Cadwallo's tongue,
* That husli'd the stormy main :
c Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed :
* Mountains, ye mourn in vain :
c Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, c Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, « Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, « Ye died amidst your dying country's cries.
* No more I weep. They do not sleep.
* On yonder cliffs, a gtizly band,
* I see them sit, they linger yet,
* Avengers of their native land :
* With me, in dreadful harmony, they join,
e And weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line.'
Gray's Bard.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
CHIEF of the windy Morven ! First of a thousand heroes ! Spread thy white sails to the beam of the morning, and retire to the echoing hill : Blest be thy soul, thou king of men ! In peace thou art the gale of spring, in war the mountain storm ; Give us the song of former years, let the night pass away in the sound, and the morning return with joy.
Ossian.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
L. ATTERBURY and HILTON. COME, let us all a maying go, And lightly trip it, to and fro ; The bells shall ring, And the cuckoo sing ;
The drums shall beat, and the fife shall play, And so we'll pass our time away.
GLEE for Four Voices.
PAXTON. COME, oh come, ethereal guest !
Child of tranquil ease and pleasure ; Ever blessing, ever blest,
Here diffuse thy choicest treasure. Come, sweet mirth, and bring with thee, Sportive catch, and merry glee ; But ah ! sly nymph, all playful tricks remove:
Let no offensive sounds invade the ear, But such as bashful beauty may approve,
And modesty, without a blush, can hear. Then this blooming radiant throng,
Shall applaud the festive measures ; Darting heav'nly smiles along,
Giving and receiving pleasures : What sweet raptures fire the mind, When beauty's charms, and music are combin'd !
Dr. Scott.— Prize, 1785.
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DUETTO.
GOODWIN,
COULD a man be secure,
That his life would endure, As of old, for a thousand long years ;
What arts might he know
What acts might he do, And all without hurry or care.
But we that have but span-long lives, The thicker must lay on the pleasure ;
And since time will not stay,
We'll add the night unto the day ; And thus we'll fill the measure.
GLEE 'for Three Voices.
Sir J. STEVENSON. COME unto these" yellow sands, And then take hands ; Court'sied, when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves wist ; Foot it featly here and there, And sweet sprites the burden bear : Hark ! I hear the watch-dogs bark ! Hark 1 I hear the strain of chanticleer !
Shakspeare.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS, COME hither shepherd's swain !
Sir, what do you require ? I prithee shew to me thy name ? My name is, fond Desire.
Tell me, who was thy nurse ?
Fresh youth in sugar'd joy ; What was thy meat, and daily food ?
Sad sighs, with great annoy.
What lull'd thee then asleep?
Sweet speech, which likes me best. Tell me, where is thy dwelling-place ?
In gentle hearts I rest.
Doth either time or age
Bring thee unto decay ? No ! no ! Desire both lives and dies,
Ten thousand times a day.
Then, fond Desire, farewell !
Thou art no mate for me ; I should be loth, methinks, to dwell
With such a one as thee.
Earl of Oxford, 1560.
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CUPID AND CAMPASPE. GLEE for Five Voices.
Rv J. S. STEVENS. CUPID and my Carapaspe* play'd At cardes for kisses ; Cupid pay'd : He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and teame of sparrows ; Looses them too : then down he throws The coral of his lipper the rose Growing on's cheek, (but none knows how) With these, the chrystal of his browe, And then the dimple of his chinne ; All these did my Campaspe winne. At last he setvher both his eyes ; She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me.
John Lily 'e, in the time of Queen Elizabeth.
MADRIGAL for Three Voices.
BUONONCINI
CHI mai d'iniqua Stella Provo tenor pid rio ; Che vide mai, del mio Piu tormentato cor. Tradito son da quella Che fu la prima, oh Dio ! Da ch'imparo il cor mio. A sospirar d'amor.
* The word Miranda, substituted for Campaspe in the Glee.
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MADRIGAL for Three Voices.
WILBYE.— 1609.
COME, shepherd swains, that wont to hear me sing,
Now sigh and groan,
Dead is my love, my hope, my joy, my spring ; O she that was your summer's queen.
Four day's delight, Is gone, and will no more be seen.
Oh! cruel spight, Break all your pipes, that wont to sound
With pleasant cheer, And cast yourselves upon the ground
To wail my dear. Come shepherd swains, come nymphs, and all around,
To help me cry, Dead is my love, and, seeing she is so,
Lo ! now I die !
MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
J. BENNETT.— 1590. COME, shepherds, follow me,
Run up apace the mountain,
See, lo ! beside the fountain, Love laid to rest, how sweetly sleepeth he. Oh take heed, come not nigh him, But haste we hence, and fly him ! And lovers, dance with gladness, For while love sleeps, it's truce with care and sadness.
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MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
GIOVANNI CROCE. — 1560.
CYNTHIA ! thy song and chaunting, So strange a flame in gentle hearts awaketh, That ev'ry cold desire, wanton love raaketh,
Sounds to thy praise and vaunting. Of syrens most commended. That with delightful tunes for praise contended ; For when thou sweetly soundest, Thou neither kill'st nor woundest, But dost revive a number Of bodies buried in perpetual slumber.
ANCIENT ANTIPATHY.
GLEE for Four Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS.
CRABBED age and youth cannot live together, Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare.
Age I do abhor thee, youth I do adore thee ;
O ! my love, my love is young ; Age I do defy thee, O ! sweet shepherd hie thee ;
For, methinks thou stay'st too long.
Shakspeare.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
DANBY,
COME, ye party jangling swains, Leave your flocks, and quit the plains ; Friends to country, friends to court, Nothing here shall spoil your sport : Ever welcome to our feast, Welcome ev'ry friendly guest.
Sprightly widows, come away, Laughing dames, and virgins gay ; Little gaudy, fluttering misses, Smiling hopes of future blisses : Ever welcome to our feast, Welcome ev'ry friendly guest.
All that rip'ning sun can bring, Beauteous summer, beauteous spring, In one varying scene we show, The green, the ripe, the bud, the blow : Ever welcome to our feast, Welcome ev'ry friendly guest.
Comus jesting, music charming, Wine inspiring, beauty warming ; Rage and party malice dies, Peace returns, and discord flies : Ever welcome to our feast, Welcome ev'ry friendly guest.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
RAVENSCROFT, CANS'T thou love and live alone.
Love is so disgraced ; Pleasure is best when it can rest, In a heart embraced.
Rise, rise, day-light, do not burn out ;
Bells now ring,
And birds do sing, 'Tis only I that mourn out.
Morning star doth now appear, Wind is hush'd, and sky is clear : Come away, come, come away, Can'st thou love ? then burn out day.
Rise, rise, &c,
ODE TO ST. CECILIA. For Six Voices.
S. WEBBE, Jun.
CECILIA more than all the muses skilFd, Phoebus himself must to her yield ; And at her feet lay down His golden harp, and laurel crown : The soft enervate lyre is drown'd In the deep organ's more majestic sound ; In peals the swelling notes ascend the skies, Perpetual breath the swelling notes supplies : And lasting as her name, Who form'd the tuneful frame, Th' immortal music never dies.
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FROM KING ARTHUR. SOLO AND CHORUS.
II. PtTRCELL.
COME, if you dare, our trumpets sound ;
Come, if you dare, the foes rebound. We come, we come, we come, we come, Says the double, double, double beat of the thund'ring drum.
Now they charge on amain ;
Now they rally again.
The gods from above the mad labour behold ; And pity mankind that will perish for gold.
The fainting Saxons quit their ground ;
Their trumpets languish in the sound. They fly ! they fly ! they fly ! they fly ! Victoria ! Victoria ! the bold Britons cry.
Now the victory's won,
To the plunder we run ; We return to our lasses like fortunate traders, Triumphant with spoils of the vanquished invaders.
Dryden.
GLEE for Three Voices.
J. M. HARRIS.
COMRADES, replenish the heart-cheering bowl, Let wine, rosy wine, now inspire ev'ry soul ; Oh may jolly Bacchus, our patron divine, Round Venus's myrtle his ivy entwine !
E. Belchambers.
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To CUPID ON VALENTINE'S DAY. GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
COME, thou rosy-dimpled boy, Source of every heart-felt joy ; Leave the blissful bow'rs awhile, Paphos and the Cyprian isle : Visit Britain's rocky shore, Britons too thy pow'r adore. Britons, hardy, bold, and free, Own thy laws, and yield to thee, Source of every heart-felt joy, Come thou rosy-dimpled boy.
Haste to Sylvia, haste away, This is thine and Hymen's day ; Bid her thy soft bondage wear, Bid her for love's rites prepare. Let the nymphs with many a flow'r Deck the sacred nuptial bow'r. Thither lead the lovely fair And let Hymen too be there. This is thine, and Hymen's day, Haste to Sylvia, haste away.
Only while we love- we live, Love alone can pleasure give ; Pomp and pow'r, and tinsel state, Those false pageants of the great,
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Crowns and sceptres, envied things, And the pride of eastern kings, Are but childish empty toys, When compared to love's sweet joys. Love alone can pleasure give, Only while we love, we live.
Mr. Parrat.
GLEE for Three Voices.
J. BATTISHILL. COME bind my hair, ye wood-nymph's fair,
With ivy wreaths come bind my brows ; Hence grief and woe, and pain and care ! To Bacchus I'll devote my vows.
Dull cynic rules are fit for schools,
Let those digest the food who can ; But love and wine shall still be mine,
0 let me laugh out all my span !
No wounds of love e'er let me feel,
But such as spring from eyes and shapes ; A curse on those that come by steel,
1 hate all blood, but blood of grapes.
Then fill up high the bowl,
That I may drink and laugh at fools of sense ; Why need we fear to want next year,
'Twill be all one an hundred hence.
Thos. Mozeen.
GLEE for Five Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS,
CHARMING to love is morning's hour,
When from her chrystal roseate tow'r,
She sees the goddess health pursue
The skimming breeze, through fields of dew.
Charming the flaming hour of noon.
When the sunk linnet's fading tune
Allures him to the beechy grove :
Or when some cragg'd grotesque alcove.
Sounds in his ear its tinkling rill,
And tempts him to its moss-grown sill.
Most charm'd when on his tranced mind,
Is whisper'd in the passing wind,
The name of her whose name is bliss,
Or when he all unseen can kiss
The fringed bank, where late she lay,
Hidden from the imperious day.
Mrs. Cowley.
CATCH for Three Voices.
HILTON. COME hither boy, if thou wilt learn to thrive, then come
away,
And hearken to this lesson here to-day : Thou must often borrow, seldom lend, and never pay.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE, Jun.
COME, and let us live, my dear ! Let us love, and never fear What the sourest fathers say. Brighest Sol, that dies to-day, Lives again as blithe to-morrow : But if we, dark sons of sorrow, Set, O ! then how long a night Shuts the eyes of our short light ! Then let amorous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A thousand and a hundred score, A hundred and a thousand more ; 'Till another thousand smother That, and that wipe off another. Thus, at last, when we have numbered, Many a thousand, many a hundred ; We'll confound the reckoning quite, And lose ourselves in wild delight ; While our joys so multiply, As shall mock the envious eye.
From the Latin of Catullus , by Crashaw.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
J. DYNE.
CUPID no more shall give me grief,
Nor anxious cares oppress my soul ; While gen'rous Bacchus gives relief,
And drowns 'em in a flowing bowl.
Celia ! thy scorn I now despise,
Thy boasted empire I disown ; This takes the brightness from thine eyes,
And makes it sparkle in my own.
*. Anacreon*
GLEE for Three Voices,
W. HORSLEY, M.B, COME, Lelia, fill the goblet up,
Reach round the rosy wine ; Think not that we will take the cup, From any hand but thine.
A draught like this 'twere vain to seek,
No grape can such supply ; It steals its tint from Lelia's cheek,
Its brightness from her eye.
Carlisle's Specimens of Arabian Poetry.
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ROUND for Three Voices.
T. ATTWOOD.
COME, ye fairy-footed hours, Fill your laps with fragrant flowers ; Mingle with the wanton breeze, Sporting round the shady trees : I your favor'd guest will be—- Child of sweetest Liberty.
Nature calls me to the grove, There together will we rove ; Vernal blossoms grace the earth ; There we'll dance with sportive mirth — We, alive to gaiety, Children of sweet Liberty.
Gentle zephyrs, young and gay, Now to nature homage pay ; Mingle with our lively band, All your fragrance now expand ; Join to aid the harmony Thus inspired by Liberty.
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ON A LADY'S WRITING HER NAME IN THE SNOW. GLEE for Three Voices.
J. B. SALE.
CHARMING maid !
Why, Nancy, to the faithless snow, Intrust a name so dear as thine ;
Soon on it shall the rude blast blow, And level all the radiant line.
But, tho' defac'd by wind and sleet, This record on the snow we find ;
Know, charming maid, a warmer seat To thy fond name has love assign'd.
For in deep characters imprest,
Untouch'd by winter's hostile power ;
On the soft tablet of my breast, Thy name, fair Nancy, lives secure.
Still there the imag'd worth shall break, In living glow, on fancy's eye ;
And there thy beauteous form shall take Such colours as shall never die.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE,
COME, rosy health, celestial maid ! On zephyr's silken wings convey'd ; In smiles thy heav'nly features drest, Descend thou sweet enchanting guest. Ever cheerful, ever gay, Hither come, and chase away Disease, with sickly yellow spread, And pain, that holds the hanging head. And in their stead, conduct along Fantastic dance, and airy song ; Wit with taste, correct and fine, Frolic mirth, that waits on wine. Hope, that fans the lover's fires, Pleasing follies, gay desires ; For these are thine, a sprightly train, Without thee, lifeless, joyless, vain.
MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
J. WARD.— 1608. DIE not, fond man, before thy day, Love's cold December will surrender
To succeeding jocund May ; And then, O then ! sorrow shall cease, Comforts abounding, cares confounding, Shall conclude a happy peace. F2
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GLEE /or Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.— Prize, 1772. -Oisconn, dire sister of the slaughtering pow'r, Small at her birth, but rising ev'ry hour ; While scarce the skies her horrid head can bound, She stalks on earth, and shakes the world around.
Pope.
But lovely peace, in angel's form, Descending, quells the rising storm ; Soft ease and sweet content shall reign, And discord never rise again.
S. Webbe.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
JD/ESOLATE is the dwelling of Mona, Silence is in the house of her fathers ; ' liaise the song of mourning, O bards, Over the land of strangers, — - They have but fallen before us, For one day we must fall.
Yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes,
And whistles round the half-worn shield.
Let the blast of the desert come,
We shall be renowned in our day.
The mark of my arm shall be in battle,
My name in the song of bards.
Ossian.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
WILBYE.— 1609, .OowN in a valley as Alexis trips, He saw young Daphne sleeping ; Soon did the wanton touch her ruby lips, She blush'd and fell a weeping.
The youth then gently greets her,
But all in vain entreats her :
Since neither sighs nor terrs cou'd move her pity,
With plaint he warbled forth his mournful ditty.
GLEE for Five Voices.
S. WEIJBE,
JLJ/AUGHTER, sweet, of voice and air, Gentle echo, haste thee here ; From the vale, where all around, Rocks to rocks return the sound : From the swelling surge that roars 'Gainst the tempest-beaten shores ; From the silent moss-grown cell, Haunt of warb'ling Philomel : Where unseen of man you lie. Queen of woodland harmony. Daughter, sweet, of voice and air, Gentle echo, haste thee here ; If thou would'st Narcissus move, To requite thy tender love ; K
From Delia thou may'st learn the art, She captivates the hardest heart.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
T. LlNLEY.
JLJ)RINK to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine : Or leave a kiss within the cup,
And I'll not look for wine; The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine But might I of Jove's nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee, At giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be : But thou, thereon, didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee !
Ben Jonson.
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
GIOVANNI PIZZONI. begl' Occhi lucente Anzi due stelle Per pena ch' ebbi ardir Mirali' un poco O Esca m'han fatto D' invisibil fuoco.
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CATCH for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE.— Prize Cup.
father, the girl you design me in marriage, Is she pretty, complying, of elegant carriage ? You'd surely our family keep from a blot, She may be conceited, a jilt, or what not : Ah ! now you delight me, describing the maid, And I hope she will verify all you have said.
S. Webbe.
GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE.
DIVINE Cecelia ! goddess, heav'nly maid ! Bless us, thy humble vot'ries, with thy aid ; That we, to nations yet unborn, may prove That music only is the food of love ; Then shall this day for ever sacred be, To thee, bright saint, to love and harmony.
Congreve.
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DUET— ALL'S WELL.
BRAIIAM.
DESERTED by the waning moon, When skies proclaim night's cheerless noon. On tower, fort, or tented ground, The sentry walks his lonely round : And should a footstep haply stray Where caution marks the guarded way — Who goes there ? Stranger, quickly tell I A friend— the word — ALL'S WELL.
Or sailing on the midnight deep, While weary mess-mates soundly sleep, The careful watch patroles the deck, To guard the ship from foes or wreck : And while his thoughts oft' homeward veer, Some friendly voice salutes his ear, What cheer, brother ? quickly tell ! Above — below — good night — ALL'S WELL.
T. Dibdin.
GLEE for Four Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS. JDouBT thou the stars are fire,
Doubt thou the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love !
Sfyakspeare.
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ABELARD. GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE,
DELUSIVE, sightless, god of warm desire, Why would'st thou wish to set a wretch on fire ? Why lives thy soft divinity Where woe heaves the pale sigh, And anguish loves to glow ? Fly to the mead, the daisy painted vale, Breathe in its sweets, and melt along the gale. Fly where gay scenes luxurious youths employ, Where ev'ry moment steals the wing of joy ; There may'st thou see, low prostrate at thy throne, Devoted slaves and victims all thy own. Each village swain the turf-built shrine shall raise, And kings command whole hecatombs to blaze : But, oh ! what conflicts this frail bosom tear, What griefs I suffer, and what pangs I bear ; Oblivion, be thy blackest plume display'd, O'er all my griefs, and hide me in the shade !
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
ORLANDO GIBBONS. — 1612. DAINTY, fine bird, thou art encaged there, Alas ! how like thine and my fortunes are ; Both pris'ners be, and both singing, thus Strive to please her that imprisoned us : Only thus we differ, thou and I, Thou liv'st singing, but I sing and die.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT, to-night, If the moon shine bright, And mark upon her border, Some deeds to be done, To Phoebus, the sun, In trim and comely order. First that appear, Are the priests of the year, With their censers full of wine, Then Cynthia bright, In all her light, The goddess most divine ; And as they pass
They drink and sing, All health and praise To Apollo, our king.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
Deh ! dove, senza me, dolce mia vita, Rimasa sei ? si giovane e si bella ; Come poi che la luce e dipartita, Riman tra boschi la smarrita agnella, Che dal pastor sperando esser udita ; Se va lagnando in questa parte ed in quella ; Tanto che il lupo 1'ode da lontano, Ed il misero pastor ne piange in vano.
Ariosto.
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PARAPHRASED BY A LADY,
AH ! where, alas ! my dearest life,
Without me dost thou stay ? Young as thou art, and beautiful,
So innocently gay.
As after sun-set from the fold,
The tender lambkin roams ; And lost, 'mongst desert shades, at night,
Bleats forth her plaintive moan :
Hoping the sad complaint may reach
Her faithful shepherd's ear, She wanders long from place to place ;
But, ah ! no help is near.
"When at the last the hungry wolf,
Attracted by her cries, Far off, in eager haste, he comes,
And on the victim flies.
Th' unhappy shepherd mourns, alas 1
His little wand'rer's fate ; He sighs — he weeps — but tears are vain,
Those tears which fall too late.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
J. DANBY,
UAUGHTER of heav'n ! whose magic call, From nothing bade this wond'rous all,
In beauteous order rise : Thou who at nature's earliest birth, Saw'st vernal fragrance clothe the earth,
And brighten all the skies.
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Thee I invoke, whose sacred sway Hath bound the earth, the air, and sea,
In one eternal chain : Come, then ! O come, celestial maid ! Be present to thy vot'ry's aid,
And harmonize the strain.
So when thy Orpheus strikes the strings, Then music waves her purple wings,
And undulates around : The groves, with all their echoes, mourn, And sympathetic rocks return
The inexpressive sound.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Earl of MORNINGTON.
UELIGHTFUL scene ! in which appear At once the beauties of the year. See how the zephyrs of her breath, Fan gently the flow'rs beneath ; See the gay flow'rs, how bright they glow ! Tho' planted in a bed of snow ; Yet see, how soon they fade and die ! Scorched with the sunshine of her eye. No wonder if, o'ercome with, bliss, They droop their heads to steal a kiss. Who would not die, and be at rest ? Who would not die, to be so blest r
MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
LUCA MARENZIO. JOissi all'amata mia Lucida stella, Che piti d'ogn' altro luce Ed al mio cor adduce Fiamme, strali e catene Ch' ogn' or mi danno pene ; Deh ! moriro cor mio ? Si, morirai, Ma non per mio desio.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS,
Oberon, in fairy land. The king of ghosts and shadows there; We fairies all, at his command,
Are sent to view the night-sports here. What revel rout Is kept about,
In every corner where we go ! We will o'er see, And merry be, And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho !
When lads and lasses merry be,
With possets and with juncates fine ; Unseen of all the company,
We eat their cakes and sip' their wine.
O then what sport !
The wine runs short, The blushing cheeks with anger glow :
Their cakes they miss,
And shriek, who's this ? We answer nought, but ho, ho, ho !
By wells and rills, in meadows green, We nightly dance, our hey-day guise ;
And to our fairy king and queen,
We chaunt our moon-light minstrelsies.
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Fiends ! ghosts ! and sprites !
Who haunt the nights, The hags and goblins do us know ;
And beldames old
Our feats have told ; So frolic it, with ho, ho, ho !
Ben Jonson.
GLEE for Five Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M.B. ^ETHEREAL race, inhabitants of air !
Who hymn your God amid the secret grove ? Ye unseen beings, to my harp repair, And raise majestic strains, or melt in love !
Let me, ye wand' ring spirits of the wind !
Who, as wild fancy prompts you, touch the string ; Smit with your theme, be in your chorus join'd,
For, till you cease, my muse forgets to sing.
Thompson's Ode on jEolus's Harp.
GLEE for Three Voices.
WM. LINLET. E'ER sin conld blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care ! The op'ning bud to heav'n convey'd, And bade it blossom there !
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MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
MICHAEL CAVENDISH, — 1598,
EV'RY bush new springing, Ev'ry bird now singing ; Merrily sat poor Nichoy Chanting tro li lo.
Her he had espy'd,
On whom his hopes rely'd ;
Down, a down, a down,
With a frown she pull'd him down.
GLEE for Three Voices.
DYNE.— Prize, 1768. bowl with rosy wine, Around our temples roses twine ; And let us cheerfully awhile, Like the wine and roses smile. To-day is our's, what do we fear ? To-day is our's, we have it here ; Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay : Let's banish care, let's banish sorrow ; To the gods belongs to-morrow.
Cowlcy's Anacreon.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT, this roof my shepherd went, When the lark first left his bed, Whisp'ring, be, my love, content, I to distant vales must tread.
But when ev'ning star appears,
Thro' the dews I'll seek this spot, Let me kiss away thy tears,
'Tis with grief I leave this cot.
Thus he said, then strode away,
O'er yon heathy mountain far, O to guide him, lest he stray,
Rise ! O rise ! thou ev'ning star.
See it beams, and hark his song,
Sweetly to my ear 'tis borne, Blythe my shepherd trips along,
Faithful to his vows at morn.
MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
T. MORLEY, 1596. Phillis I saw sitting all alone, Feeding her flock, near to the mountain side ; The shepherds knew not whither she was gone,
But after his lover Amintas hy'd : Up and down he wandered while she was missing, But when he found her, O then they fell a kissing.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE, Jim.
peace and social joy Medusa flies, And loves to hear the storm of thunder rise : Thus hags and witches hate the smiles of day, Sport in loud thunder, and in tempests play.
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
J. WlLBYE.-— 1609.
]FLOHA gave me fairest flowers,
None so fair in Flora's treasure ; These I plac'd in Phillis' bowers,
She was pleas'd, and she's my pleasure : Smiling meadows seem to say, Come, ye wantons, here to play.
SEQUEL. GLEE for Five Voices.
L; ATTERBURY,
I'VE often heard her say that she lov'd posies ; In the merry month of May I gave her roses ; Cowslips and gilly-flow'rs, and the sweet lilly, I got to deck the bow'rs of my dear Philly.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT. ]PROM thy waves, stormy Lannow, I fly,
From the rocks that are lash'd by their tide ; From the nymph whose cold bosom, relentless as they,
Has wreck'd my warm hopes by her pride ; Yet lonely, and rude as the scene,
Her smile to that scene cou'd impart A charm that might rival the bloom of the vale ; But, away thou fond dream of my heart !
To thy rocks, stormy Lannow, adieu.
Now the blasts of the winter come on,
And the waters grow dark as the skies ; But, 'tis well ! they resemble the sullen disdain
That has lour'd in those insolent eyes : Sincere were the sighs it repressed,
But they rose in the days that are flown, Ah ! nymph unrelenting, and cold as thou art,
My spirit is proud as thine own.
To thy rocks, stormy Lannow, adieu.
Now the wings of the sea-fowl are spread,
To escape the rough storm by their flight ; And these caves will afford them a gloomy retreat
From the wind, and the billows of night. Like them, to the home of my youth,
Like them, to the shades I'll retire ; Receive me ! and shield my vex'd spirit, ye groves,
From the pangs of insulted desire.
To thy rocks, stormy Lannow, adieu.
G 2 Miss Seward.
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THE NEGRO'S COMPLAINT.
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. DANBY.
FORCED from home, and all its pleasures,
Afric's coast I left forlorn ; To increase a stranger's treasures,
O'er the raging billows borne.
Men from England bought and sold me,
Paid my price in paltry gold ^ But, tho' theirs they have enroll'd me,
Minds are never to be sold.
Still in thought are free as ever ;
What are England's rights, I ask, Me from my delights to sever,
Me to torture, me to task ?
Woolly locks and black complexion,
Cannot alter Nature's claim ; Skins may differ, but affection
Dwells in white and black the same.
Why did all-creating nature,
Make the plant for which we toil ; Tears must water, sighs must nurture,
Blood of ours must till the soil.
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Think ye, Master ! iron-hearted,
Lolling at your jovial board ; Think how many blacks have smarted,
For the sweets your canes afford.
Is there, as you sometimes tell us,
Is there one that reigns on high ; Has he bid you buy and sell us.
Speaking from his throne, the sky.
He perceiving what vexations,
Afric's sons would undergo ; Fir'd the tyrants" habitations,
Where his whirlwinds answer no.
Deem us link'd with brutes no longer,
'Till some reasons you can find ; Worthier of regard, and stronger
Than the colour of our kind.
Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings,
Tarnish all your boasted powers ; Prove that you have human feelings,
Ere ye proudly question ours.
Cowper,
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GLEE for Three Voices.
J. DANBY,
Flora decks the flow'ry ground. And plants the bloom of May, Whilst ev'iy hill, and ev'ry dale, Appears unusual gay.
The pretfy warblers of the grove,
Assume their various notes ; , Th' echoing woods responsive sound,
The music of their throats.
Lead on, my Celia, quit the town,
And banish ev'ry care ; O haste, my Celia, haste away,
To breathe the rural air.
DUET— FAIR AURORA.
From Artaxerxes by Dr. ARNE. Aurora prithee stay, O retard unwelcome day ; Think what anguish rends my breast, Thus caressing and caress'd : Forced at thy approach to part, Think what anguish rends my heart.
Translated from Metastasio by Dr. Arne.
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MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
FORD.— 1656. FAIR, sweet, cruel, why dost thou fly me ?
O go not from thy dearest, Tho' thou dost hasten I am nigh thee ;
When thou seem'st far, then I am neatest : Tarry then and take me with you.
Fie sweetest, here is no danger,
O fly not, love pursues thee ; I am no foe nor foreign stranger,
Thy scorn with fresher hope renews me : Tarry then and take me with you.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Harmonized by S. HARRISON. JCAIR Ellen like a lilly grew,
Was beauty's favourite flower ; Till falsehood changed her lovely hue. She withered in an hour.
Antonio in her virgin breast,
First rais'd a tender sigh ; His wish obtained, the lover blest,
Then left the maid to die.
T. Dibdin.
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INVOCATION for Four Voices.
S. WESLEY
of light and life ! thou good supreme ! O teach me what is good. — Teach me thyself. Save me from folly, vanity, and vice ; From every low pursuit ; and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure : Sacred, substantial, never fading bliss.
Thomson.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. NARES.
no more the heat of the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done.
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and lasses must, All follow thee, and turn to dust.
No exerciser harm thee ! Nor no witchcraft charm thee ! Ghost unlaid forbear thee ! Nothing ill come near thee ! Quiet consummation have, And renowned be thy grave.
Shakspeare^s Cymbeline,
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ODE TO FRIENDSHIP. For Eight Voices.
RT. COOKE. .FRIENDSHIP, thou social bond of life !
Y ielding to nought, but love alone ; By thee secure from cares and strife, Let us approach thy sacred throne.
Next heav'n-born harmony thy aid we ask, Propitious thou, be ours the task, To blend thy notes in one continued whole, And pour the melting strain upon the soul.
Thus the gay hours shall glide away,
Nor leave a thorn behind, Where gen'rous friendship bears the sway,
With harmony combined.
Mr. Harris.
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MADRIGAL for Three Voices.
J. WILBYE.— 1598.
]FLY, Love, to heav'n above, and look out Fortune, And sweetly her importune : That I from my Calista, best beloved, As you and she sit down be never moved ; And love to Carirnel, see you commend me, Fortune, for her sweet sake, may chance befriend me.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
FRUITFUL earth drinks up the rain,
Trees from earth drinks that again ;
The s a. too drinks the air,
The sun drinks the sea,
And him the moon;
Is it reason then, do you think,
That I should thirst when all else drink.
Cowlcy's Translation from Anacreon.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. ALCOCK,
FRIENDSHIP, thou dearest blessing heav'n bestows ! Balm of cares and softener of all our woes ; I at thy shrine my willing tribute pay, And to thine honour consecrate my lay. Thy form is lovely, and thy fruit divine, For love and peace, and truth, and joy, are thine ; And kind'red souls, who feel this gen'rous flame, Enjoy a fund of bliss that wants a name.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
]PAREWELL to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean, Where heartsome with thee I have many days been ; For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, May be to return to Lochaber no more. These tears that I shed, they are all for my dear, And not for the dangers attending on war ; Tho' borne on rough seas to a far distant shore, May be to return to Lochaber no more.
Allan Ramsey*.
GLEE for Five Voices.
J. S. SMITH.
FLORA now calleth forth each flow'r, And bids make ready Maia's bow'r,
Who still doth lie in a trance. Then will we little love awake, That now sieepeth in Lethe's lake, And pray him lead on our dance.
Spencer.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. WILSON.— 1667, the fair Lavinian shore, I your markets come to store ; Muse not though so far I dwell, And my wares come here to sell : Such is the sacred hunger for gold. Then come to my pack,
While I cry, « What d'ye lack,
« What d'ye buy," For here it is to be sold.
I have beauty, honour, grace, Fortune, favour, time, and place, And what else thou would'st request, Ev'n the thing thou likest best :
First let me have but a touch of your gold. Then come to me lad,
Thou shalt have What thy dad Never gave, For here it is to be sold.
Madam, come, see what you lack,
I've complexions in my pack ;
White and red you may have in this place,
To hide your old and wrinkled face.
First let me have but a touch of your gold.
Then thou shalt seem
Like a wench of fifteen, Although you be threescore and ten years old.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
Susan did her wife hode well maintain, Algates assaulted so, by lovers twaine ; Now an' I reade arighte that auncient song, The paramours were olde, the dame was young : Had thilk same tale in other guise been told, Had they been young and she been olde, Pardie ! that wou'd ha' been much sorer tryale, Full marvailous, I wot, were such denyale.
Chaucer.
MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
J. BENNETT.— 1598.
]FLow, O my tears ! flow, and cease not ! Alas ! these spring- tides increase not ; O when begin you to swell so high, That I may drown me in you.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
Dr. CALI^OTT.— Prize, 1792. of heroes ! high dweller of eddying winds, where the dark-red thunder mai'ks the troubled clouds ; open thou thy stormy halls ; let the bards of old be near. We sit at the rock, but there is no voice ; no light but the meteor of fire. O ! from the rock on the hill, from the top of the windy steep ! O ! speak, ye ghosts of the dead ! O ! whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall we find the departed ? No feeble voice is on the gale ; no answer half-drown'd in the storm ! Father of heroes ! The people bend before thee : thou turnest the battle in the field of the brave ! thy terrors pour the blasts of death ! Thy tempests are before thy face ! But thy dwelling is calm, above the clouds ; the fields of thy rest are pleasant.
Ossian.
FHOM THE ODE TO LIBERTY. GLEE for Four Voices.
R. SPOFFORTH.— Prize, 1810. IFiLL high the grape's exulting stream,
Pour oceans with unbounded soul ; Fill high, 'till laughing o'er the brim, The sparkling treasure loads the bowl.
Senec. Hippolyt. Act II. Sc. 2.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
C. EVANS.— Pme, 1812. ]PiLL all the glasses, fill them high,
Drink and defy all pow'r but Love ; Wine gives the slave his liberty,
But Love makes a slave of thundering Jove. Then drink, then drink away, Make a night of the day, 'Tis nectar, 'tis liquor divine ; The pleasures of life, Free from anguish and strife, Are owing to Love, and good wine.
Shakspeares Henry the Fourth.
GLEE for Five Voices.
S. WEBBE.— -Prize, 1778.
(GrREAT Bacchus, O aid us to sing thy great glory, Thou chief of the gods we assemble before thee : Wine's first projector ; Mankind's protector ;
Hail patron of social delights ! we adore thee ! All nature rejoic'd when thy birth was declared, Behold here thy altar ! and vot'ries prepared ; Crown with thy blessing All who confessing, No pow'r on earth can with thine be compared.
S. Webbc.
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REGNIER'S EPITAPH.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
GTAILY I liv'd, as ease and nature taught, And spent my little life without a thought ; And am amaz'd that Death, the tyrant grim, Should think of me, who never thought of him.
Translated from the Italian.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.— Prtee, 1789. Gro, idle boy, I quit thy bow'r, Thy couch of many a thorn and flow'r, I wish thee well, for pleasures past, And. bless the hour I'm free at last. Yet still, methinks, the altered day Scatters around a mournful ray ; And chilling ev'ry zephyr blows, And ev'ry stream untuneful flows ; Haste, haste thee back then, idle boy, And with thine anguish bring thy joy : O rend my heart with ev'ry pain, But let me, let me — love again.
Merry.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
K. SPOFFORTH.
CJooD night, good rest ;— Ah ! neither be my share : She bade good night, that kept my rest away ;
And daft me to a cabbin hang'd with care, To descant on the doubts of my decay.
Farewell, (quoth she,) and come again to-morrow ;
Farewell i could not, for I supt with sorrow.
Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile,
In scorn, or friendship, nill I construe whether ;
It may be she joy'd to jest at my exile ;
It may be again to make me wander thither.
Sorrow chang'd to solace, and solace mixt with sorrow ;
For why ? she sigh'd, and bade me come to-morrow.
Were I with her, the night would post too soon, But now are minutes added to the hours :
To spite me now, each minute seems an hour, Yet not for me, shine sun — to succour flowers.
Pack night, peep day, good day of night now borrow,
Short night, to-night, and length thyself to-morrow.
Shakspearcs Poems.
H
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GLEE for Four Voices.
GTREAT Apollo, strike the lyre, Fill the raptur'd soul with fire ! Let the festive song go round, Let this night with joy be crown'd. Hark ! what numbers, soft and clear, Steal upon the ravish'd ear \ Sure, no mortal sweeps the strings ; Listen ! — 'tis Apollo sings !
S. WEBBE.
H. Read.
GLEE for Five Voices.
(GcALES of ev'ning, while she slumbers,
Fan my fair to soft repose ; Now my lyre, in softest numbers,
Dare my secret wish disclose.
Should she wake, the song disdaining, Frowns would all thy art destroy ;
Thou must cease thy fond complaining, I must lose my fleeting joy.
Dr. COOKE.
Colter.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
W. HAWES
GAY Bacchus lay sleeping one day in a shade, Where the vines of Oporto wav'd over his head ; And, dreaming of nectar, took fiction for truth, When a ripe purple cluster drop'd into his mouth. By an impulse which mortals nor gods can disguise, He press'd the rich grape and awoke with surprise ; On tasting the grape he pronounced it divine, And swore by his godhead its name should be wine. Then he call'd for Silenus and bade him prepare, To tell the wide world this discov'ry so rare ; To convene the disciples of pleasure and mirth, Arid bid them plant vineyards all over the earth. Since then boon companions whenever they meet, Hail Bacchus the founder bestowing the treat ; With copious libations they quaff at his shrine, Who first press'd the grape and pronounc'd this is wine.
Thos. Goodwin.
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. DANBT,
dro to my Anna's breast, sweet rose, And there your blushing charms display,
Tell, as your leaves their sweets disclose, How swift the fleeting hours decay.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.
GODDESS of the cheerful smile, Thou can'st ev'ry care beguile ! Still to me thy joys impart. Raise the spirits, warm the heart ; Fix thine empire in my breast, Still an ever welcome guest.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. DUPUIS,
GTATH BRING violets, yesterday, Alas ! my heart was stole away ; Bell ! I've been with thee alone, Know'st thou where my heart is gone ? My little shepherdess reveal, Did'st thou the captive wand'rer steal ! Then in thy breast my heart retain, Or else restore it back again. But, if my wand'ring heart has flown, To steal its passage to thy own, O ! let it take of love its fill, And I shall gather violets still.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
Go tuneful bird, that glacTst the skies,
To Daphne's window speed thy way ; And there on quiv'ring pinions rise,
There thy vocal art display.
And if she deign thy notes to hear,
And if she praise thy matin song ; Tell her the sounds that charm her ear,
To Damon's native plains belong.
Shenstone.
GLEE for Four Voices.
L. ATTERBURT.
GTE NILE air, thou breath of lovers,
Vapour from a secret fire ; Which by thee itself discovers,
Ere yet daring to aspire : Softest note of whisper'd anguish,
Harmony's refined part ; Striking while thou seem'st to languish,
Full upon the list'ner's heart.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. HAYES. GTENTLY touch the warbling lyre,
Chloe seems inclined to rest ; Fill her soul with fond desire,
Softest notes will sooth her breast. Pleasing dreams assist in love, Let them all propitious prove.
Bradley.
GLEE for Four Voices. W. HORSLEY, M.B. & W. HAWES.
GALLANT and gayly on the waves riding,
Spirits of ocean come to my call ; Nightly and daily thro' the deep gliding,
Swift as in motion ye circle this ball.
Warble a chorus passing before us,
Skimming the green where the moon-beams sleep ; Hollow shells sounding, echo rebounding,
Charms into pleasure the turbulent deep.
Three Spaniards — G. Walker.
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EPIGRAM for Four Voices.
JACKSON,
Cro, feeble tyrant, and in vain
Thy fruitless conquest boast ! The slave who once has felt thy chain,
Enjoys his triumph most. Exert, alas ! thy harmless hate,
Thy frowns and cold disdain ; Since double pleasure they create,
To think them spent in vain. The sailor thus of danger free,
From the securer shore Looks back with joy, and laughs to see.
The storms he felt before.
GL£E for Three Voices.
Dr. AHNE. GTOOD statesmen need not only wit,
But Argus' eyes to see ; For here's a hit, and there's a hit,
But where can you hit me. This nought impairs their high renown,
Tho' like true womens' men ; They're in and out, and up and down, And in and out. again.
Dr. Arne.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. CROTCH.
Gro tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies,
To Emma's window, speed thy way ; And there, on quiv'ring pinions rise,
And there thy vocal power display.
And if she deign thy notes to hear,
And if she praise thy matin song ; Tell her the sounds that soothe the ear,
To Damon's native plains belong.
Tell her, in livelier plumes array'd,
The bird from India's groves may shine !
But ask the lovely, partial maid,
What are her notes compar'd with thine.
Then bid her treat yon witless beau, And all his flaunting race, with scorn ;
And lend an ear to Damon's woe,
Who sings her praise and sings forlorn.
105
GLEE for Four Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M.B.
GTONE is my heart, for ever gone,
And thou the cause, believe me ; Yes, thou the mischief girl hast done,
And gloriest to deceive me.
O cheer once more our drooping scenes,
And chase the cloud of sorrow ; O bring those eyes where summer reigns,
And cheek the rose would borrow.
Bring back that form which once was mine,
The fount of ev'ry pleasure ; Where beauty, with a skill divine,
Has lavish' d all her treasure.
Thine art too fatal have I found,
Too deeply, nymph, I feel it ; Sure if thine eyes have giv'n a wound,
'Tis fair thy lips should heal it.
Peter Pindar, Esq.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
BREWER,
TURN, Amarillis, to thy swain, Thy Damon calls thee back again ; Here's a pretty arbour by, Where Apollo cannot spy ; Here let's sit, and whilst I play, Sing to my pipe a roundelay.
ANSWER. GLEE for Four Voices.
S. PAXTON, Go Damon go, Amarillis bids adieu,
Go seek another love, But prove to her more true ;
No, no, I care not For your pretty arbour nigh, Although great Apollo cannot spy : Nor will I sit to hear you play, Nor tune my voice to your roundelay.
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GLEE for Five Pokes.
Dr. CALLCOTTV
Gro, plaintive breeze, to Laura's flow'ry bier, Heave the warm sigh, and shed the tender tear ; There, to the awful shade, due homage pay, And softly thus address the sleeping clay : " Say envied earth that dost those charms unfold, " Where are those cheeks, and where those lips of gold ? " Where are those eyes, which oft the muse has sung ? ".Where are those lips, and that enchanting tongue ? " Ye radiant tresses, and thou nectar'd smile, " Ye looks that might the melting skies beguile ; cc You robb'd my soul of rest, my eyes of sleep, " You taught me how to love, and how to weep."
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOK.E. HARK ! the lark at heav Vs gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins t'arise, His steeds to water at those springs, On chalic'd flowers that lies.
And winking marybuds begin
To ope their golden eyes ; With ev'ry thing that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise.
Shakspeare's Cymbeline.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
MICHAEL ESTE, 1600*. How merrily we live that shepherds be ; Roundelays still we sing with merry glee r On the pleasant downs, where, as our flocks we see, We feel no cares, we fear not fortune's frowns. We have no envy which sweet mirth confounds.
Da Capo*
MASONIC GLEE, For Three Voices.
MICHAEL ESTE.
How merrily we live that masons be ; Round the lodge thus we march, with merry glee ; In this present lodge, where we our brothers see, We feel no cares, we fear not fortune's frowns : We have no envy which sweet mirth confounds.
CATCH for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.— Pri%e, 1789 HAVE you Sir John Hawkins's History ? Some folks think it quite a mystery ? Music fill'd his wond'rous brain ; How d'ye like him — is it plain ? Both I've read, and must agree, That Burney's History pleases me.
Dr. Cattcott.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Earl of MORNINGTON. — Prise, 1779. HERE in cool grot and mossy cell, We rural fays and fairies dwell ; Tho' rarely seen by mortal eye, When the pale moon ascending high, Darts thro' yon limes her quiv'ring beams, We frisk it near these crystal streams ; Her beams reflected from the wave, Afford the light our revels crave ; The turf with daisies 'broider'd o'er, Exceeds, we wot, the Parian floor ; Nor yet for artful strains we call, But listen to the water-fall.
Shenstonc.
GLEE for Three Voices.
GUGLIELMI,
HERE'S a health to all good lasses, Pledge it merrily, fill your glasses,
Let a bumper toast go round ; May they live a life of pleasure, Without mixture without measure,
For with them true joys are found.
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GLEE for Four Pokes.
Dr COOKE.
HALCYON days, now wars are ending, You shall find whene'er you sail, Tritons all the while attending With a kind and gentle gale ; No stars again shall hurt you from above, But all your days shall pass in peace and love.
Da Capo.
Dryden.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE.— Medal, 1771. And for Three Voices.
F. IRELAND.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When spring with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod ; Than fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung, There honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there.
Collins.
Ill
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. PAXTON.— Medal, 1779. How sweet, how fresh, this vernal day,
How musical the air ! Nature was never seen so gay, Were but my Silvio near.
Hush ! wanton birds, your am'rous song
, Alarms my virgin breast ; Retire, sweet whist'ling winds be gone,
Retire, 'tis love's request.
ROUND for Three Voices.
Dr. ALDRICH.
HARK ! the bonny Christ-church bells, One, two, three, four, five, six,
They sound so woundy great,
So wond'rous sweet,
And they troul so merrily. Hark ! the first and second bell, That ev'ry day, at four and ten, Cries, come, come, come, come, come to pray'rs, And the verger troops before the Dean. Tingle, tingle, ting, goes the small bell at nine. To call the beerers home ; But there's ne'er a man will leave his can, 'Till he hears the mighty Tom.
Dr. Aldrich, late Dean of Christ Church.
GLEE for Six Voices.
S. WEBBE.
HENCE all ye vain delights ! As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't,
But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy.
Welcome folded arms and fixed eyes, A sigh that piercing, mortifies ; A look that's fasten'd to the ground ; A tongue chain'd up — without a sound :
Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves, Moon-light walks, when all the fowls Are safely hous'd, save bats and owls.
A midnight bell ! a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon !
Then stretch our bones in a still, gloomy valley, Nothing so dainty sweet as melancholy.
Beaumont and Fletcher.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.
HAIL ! Star of Brunswick ! If war's ordained, (his star shall dart it's beams Thro' that black cloud ; which, rising from the Thames, With thunder form'd of Brunswick's wrath, is sent To claim the seas and awe the continent : This shall direct it where the bolt to throw, A star, for us ; a comet, to the foe. If peace shall smile by this, shall commerce steer A steady course in triumph round the sphere ; And gath'ring tribute from each distant shore, In BRITAIN'S lap the world's abundance pour.
Young.
GLEE for Four Voices.
RT. COOKE.
HOPE tells a flatt'ring tale, Delusive vain and hollow ; Ah ! let not hope prevail, Lest disappointment follow. But if hope must prevail, Instead of flatt'ring tale Delusive, vain and hollow ; Direct her to that happy shore, Where expectation is no more, And disappointment cannot follow.
Miss Wr other. I
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ON GOLD. GLEE for Four Voices.
WM. DIXON.
HAD heaps of treasur'd gold the power, To stay the life-resigning hour ; My heart from pleasure I'd withhold, And only live to hoard up gold ; That royal bribes from day to day, Might charm the tyrant death away.
But since no treasur'd heaps have pow'r, To stay the fate compelling hour, Insensate, why should I complain, And render life's short blessings vain ?
Be't mine to drain the rosy bowl, Whilst social mirth exalts the soul ; Or on soft beds entranc'd, to prove The sweeter joys of sweetest love.
From Anacreon, by Addison^ Ode XXIII.
GLEE for Four Voices.
R. SPOFFORTH.
HAIL ! smiling morn ! that tips the hills with gold. Whose rosy fingers ope the gates of day ;
Who the gay face of nature doth unfold, At whose bright presence darkness flies away.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
F. GlARDINI.
HERE lies my wife, poor Phillis ! let her lie ; She's found repose at last, and so have I.
WRITTEN DURING A THUNDER STORM.
GLEE * for Five Voices.
W. HAWES. How dread the crash \ how vivid is the glare !
Now, Atheist, tremble ! and deny thy God ! Now, face his heralds ! and his vengeance dare ! Or bow submissive to his awful nod.
Again it rolls ! and Albion's centre quakes !
Again the lightnings flash from pole to pole ! The domes resound ! the solid fabric shakes !
And Nature seems to war without controul.
Emblem ! faint emblem ! of that coming day, When the loud clarion shall awake the ball ;
The earth and skies in wild confusion lay, And ruin ! mighty ruin ! cover all !
Cambridge Newspaper.
* This Glee was a Candidate for the Gold Medal given at the Noble- mens' Catch Club in 1812, and stood second at the final decision.
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DUET.
Dr. BOYCE.
HERE shall soft charity repair,
And break the bonds of grief; Down the harraw'd couch of care,
Man to man must bring relief.
Cradock, Esq.
GLEE for Four Voices.
R. J. S, STEVENS. HENCE away, ye Syrens leave me,
And unclasp your wanton arms ; Sugar' d words shall not deceive me, Tho' you prove a thousand charms. Fie, fie, forbear ! No common snare Can ever my affections chain : Thy painted baits, And poor deceits, Are all bestow'd on me in vain.
Can he prize the tainted posies,
Which on ev'ry breast are worn ; That may pluck the spotless roses From their never-touched thorn ? I can go rest, On her sweet breast, That is the pride of Cynthia's train : Then stay thy tongue, Thy mermaid song, Is all bestow'd on me in vain ?
George Withers,
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GLEE for Four Voices.
WM. HORSLEY, M.B.
HIAIL, golden lyre ! whose heav'n invented string,
To Phoebus and the black hair'd nine belongs ; Who. in sweet chorus round their tuneful king,
Mix, with thy sounding chords, their sacred songs. The dance, gay queen of pleasure, thee attends,
Thy jocund strains her list'ning feet inspire ; And each melodious tongue its voice suspends,
Till thou, great leader of the heav'nly choir, With wanton preluding giv'st the sign, Swell the full concert then with harmony divine.
GLEE for Three Voices.
T. ATTWOOD.
HARK ! the curfew's solemn sound, Silent darkness spreads around : Heavy it beats on the lover's heart,
Who leaves with a sigh his tale half told ; The poring monk and his book must part,
And fearful the miser locks his gold. Now whilst labour sleeps and charmed sorrow,
. O'er the dewy green, By the glow-worm's light,
Unheard, unseen, Dance the elves of night • Yet where the midnight pranks have been, The circl'd turf will betray to-morrow.
J. Tobiny Esq.
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GLEE for Four Voices .
S. WEBBE,
HAIL ! happy meeting S vintage now is done, The grapes are purpl'd by th' autumnal sun ; Who having with his beams all nature blest, Retires to Capricorn, and sinks to rest. Now comes relentless winter, that deforms With frost, the forest ; and the sea, with storms. We shun the rage, and thus in social mirth, We'll pass our time till spring renews its birth : Hail ! happy meeting ! crown'd with ev'ry blessing ! Thrice happy we, such plenty here possessing ! Each, in his look, his heart's content expressing ! Thus, while together, such a treat before us, Since it hath pleas'd great Bacchus to restore us, Cantet nunc, lo ! Amicorum chorus.
S. Webbe.
GLEE for Three Voices.
SACCHINI. How should we mortals spend our hours,
In war, in love, and drinking ?
None but a fool consumes his pow'rs
In peace, in care, and thinking.
Time, would you let him wisely pass,
Is lively, brisk, and jolly : Dip but his wing in the sparkling glass,
And he'll drown dull melancholy.
Sir Henry Bale Dudley.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
J. S. SMITH.
HARK ! the hollow woods resounding,
Echo to the* hunter's cry ; Hark ! how all the vales rebounding,
To his cheering voice reply •
Now so swift o'er hills aspiring,
He pursues the gay delight ; Distant woods and plains retiring,
Seem to vanish from his sight.
Flying still, and still pursuing,
See the fox, the hounds, the men, Cunning cannot save from ruin ;
Far from refuge, wood, and den.
Now they kill him — homeward hie them,
For a jovial night's repast ; Thus no sorrow e'er comes nigh them,
Health continues to the last.
J. Hughes, Esq.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. ARNE. HUSH to peace each ruder wind,
Purling rills in silence roll ; While on rosy bed reclin'd, Sleeps the charmer of my soul.
Chaste Diana ! watch my treasure,
Guard her beauty from alarms ; Let no satyr's brutal pleasure,
Dare invade her blooming charms.
Somnus ! god of balmy rest,
Sweetly slumbering let her prove Ev'ry joy that Strephon blest,
Cou'd bestow in waking love.
Dr. Arnc.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE,
How often have I seen the gen'rous bowl, With pleasing force unlock a secret soul, And steal a truth, which ev'ry sober hour, The prose of life had kept within her power. The grape, victorious ; often has prevailed, When gold and beauty, racks and torture fail'd.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
HAIL ! happy Albion ! queen of isles J Peaceful freedom o'er thee smiles : Thy lib'ral heart, thy judging eye, The flow'r unheeded can descry, And bid it round heavVs altars shed The fragrance of its blushing head.
Through the wild waves as they roar, With watchful eye and dauntless mien, Thy steady course of honour keep ; Nor fear the rocks, nor seek the shore, The star of Brunswick shines serene, And gilds the horrors of the deep.
Gray*
GLEE for Four Voices.
R. SPOFFORTH.
HEALTH to my dear, and long unbroken years, By storms unruffled and unstain'd by tears ; Wing'd by new joys may each white minute fly, Spring on her cheek, and sunshine in her eye.
O'er that dear breast, where love and pity spring, May peace eternal spread her downy wing ; Sweet beaming hope, her path illumine still, And fair ideas all her fancy fill.
Mrs. Barbauld.
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DUET.
TRAVERS.
HASTE my Nannette,
My lovely maid, Haste to the bow'r,
Thy swain has made.
For thee alone
I made the bower, And strew'd the couch
With many a flower.
None but my sheep
Shall near us come, Venus be prais'd,
My sheep are dumb*
Great god of love,
Take thou my crook, To keep the wolf
From Nannette's flock.
Guard thou the sheep,
To her so dear, My own, alas !
Are less my care.
But of the wolf,
If thou'rt afraid, Come not to us
To call for aid.
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For with her swain
My love shall stay, Tho' the wolf strole,
And the sheep stray.
Matt. Prior*
ON SOLITUDE.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. ALCOCK.— Pme, 1770. HAIL ! ever pleasing solitude, Companion of the wise and good 5 But, from whose holy, piercing eye, The herd of fools and villains fly.
Oh ! how I love with thee to walk, And listen to thy whisper'd talk ; Which innocence, and truth imparts, And melts the most obdurate hearts.
Oh ! let me pierce thy secret cell, And in thy deep recesses dwell ! For ever with thy raptures fir'd, For ever from the world retir'd.
J. Thomson.
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DUET,
FROM TYRANNIC LOVE*
H. PURCELL.
Hark ! ray Daridcar ! hark ! we're call'd below ; Let us go to relieve the care, Of longing lovers in despair ; Merry we sail from the east, Half tippled at the rainbow feast ;
In the bright moon-shine, while the winds whistle loud, Tivy, tivy, we mount, we fly, all racking along in a
downy white cloud.
And lest our leap from the sky should prove too far, We'll slide on the back of a new-fallen star. But now the sun's down, and the element's red, The spirits of fire against us make head ;
They muster like gnats in the air : ^
Alas ! I must leave thee, my fair,
And to my light-horsemen repair. j
Oh ! stay for you need not to fear 'em to-night ; The wind is for us, and blows full in their sight,
And o'er the wide ocean we fight. Like leaves in the autumn our foes will fall down,
And hiss in the water and drown. But their men lie securely intrench'd in a cloud, And a trumpeter hornet to battle sounds loud.
All mortals that spy
How we tilt in the sky,
With wonder will gaze,
And fear such events as will ne'er come to pass. Stay you to perform what the fates would have done :— Then call me again when the battle is won.
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QUARTET AND CHORUS.
So ready and quick is a spirit of air To pity the lover and succour the fair, That silent and swift the little soft god Is here, with a wish ; and gone, with a nod.
Sir Robert Howard, 1566.
GLEE for Four Voices.
W. KNYVETT.
HARK ! to Philomela singing, Sweetly warbling in the vale ; Hark ! the village bells are ringing, Softly murm'ring on the gale.
By that stream, so gently flowing,
Stands our poor, though happy, shed ;
Winds that ever kindly blowing, O'er its unprotected head.
There in tranquil ease and pleasure,
Each revolving year we dwell ; Blest with every heart- felt treasure,
In our poor and humble cell.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
HAVE you seen the virgin snow, That tops old Aran's peering brow ; Lucid, webby, insect spun, Purpureal gleam in summer sun : With such, yet fair, diviner light, Malvina hits the dazzl'd sight. The guerdon such, can Tudor's breast Dare to court ignoble rest ? Have you e'er on barren strand, Ta'en your solitary stand, And seen the whirlwind spirit sped, O'er the dark-green billowy bed ? Glowing in the thickest fight, Such resistless Tudor's might.
Dr. COOKE,
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
T. LINLEY, Jun.
HARK ! hark ! the birds melodious sing, And sweetly usher in the spring ! Close by his fellow sits the dove, And gently whispers her his love.
Presented by Mrs. Sheridan to the Catch Club.
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OCCASIONAL ODE, For Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.— Prize, 1778. HAIL, music ! sweet enchantment hail ! Like potent spells thy pow'r's prevail ; On wings of rapture borne away, All nature owns thy universal sway. For what is beauty, what is grace, But harmony of form and face ; What are the beauties of the mind, HeavVs rarest gifts, by harmony combined. From the fierce passions discord springs, 'Till nature strike the softer strings, The soul compose, and love harmonious from passion
flows.
Affection's flame, and friendship's ties, And all the social pleasures, rise From thee,.O harmony, divine ! Love, concord, beauty, ev'ry joy is thine.
David Garrick.
GLEE for Three Voices.
L. ATTERBURY. HAPPY are we met,
Happy have we been ; Happy may we part, And happy meet again.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
R. SPOFFORTII.
How calm the evening, see the falling day Gilds ev'ry mountain with a ruddy ray ; In gentle sighs the softly whispering breeze Salutes the flowers, and waves the trembling trees.
This Glee lost, by only a single Vote, the Prize Medal, 1794,
ON WALKING IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Earl of MORNINGTON.
HAIL ! hallow'd fane ! amidst who's moukTring shrines,
Her vigils, musing melancholy keeps ; Upon her arm her harrow'd cheek reclines,
And o'er the spoils of human grandeur weeps.
Hail, awful edifice ! thine aisles along, In contemplation wrapt, O let me stray ;
And stealing from the idle busy throng, Serenely meditate the moral lay.
What pleasing sadness fills my thoughtful breast, W hene'er my steps these vaulted mansions trace ;
Where, in their silent tombs, for ever rest, The honoured ashes of the British race.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
WM. KNY VETT.
awa', there awa', wandering Willie, Now tir'd with wandering, haud awa7 hame ; Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie, And tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same.
Loud blew the cold winter wind at our parting ;
It was na' the blast brought the tear in my ee' ; Now welcome the simmer, and welcome my Willie,
The simmer to Nature, my Willie to me.
Ye hurricanes, rest in the cave o' your slumbers, O how your wild horrors a lover alarms !
Awaken, ye breezes ! roll gently, ye billows ! And waft my dear laddie to me back again.
But if he's forgotten his faithfullest Nanie,
O still flow between us, thou wide roaring main !
May I never see it — may I never trow it — But dying believe that my Willie's my ain.
Burns.
ISO
GLEE for Four Voices*
S. WEBBE, HAPPY are we met,
Happy have we been ; Happy may we part, And happy meet again.
Happy they who here below, Use the gifts the gods bestow ; Such the guests, and such the treat, Happiness is sure complete.
Hours of joy are quickly past, Yet shall friendship ever last ; And if parting be a pain, We but part to meet again.
To THE GODDESS OF LIBERTY. ODE for Three Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
AIL ! all hail ! Britannia, queen of isles ! Where freedom dwells and commerce smiles ; Where fair religion burns her brightest flame, And ev'ry virtue consecrates her name. Whose godlike sons disdain to yield, Or in the senate, or in the field ; While their strong eloquence and courage, roll Warmth to the heart and terror to the soul. Whose still undaunted tars, with sails uniurl'd Ride in bold triumph, conquerors of the world.
J. Thomson.
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GJ.EE for Three Voices.
Dr. HARRINGTON,
-Blow wretched those who tasteless live, And say this world no joys can give ! Why tempts yon turtle sprawling,
Why smokes the glorious haunch ? Are these no joys still calling-,
To bless our mortal paunch ? O 'tis merry in the hall, When the beards wag all. What a noise ! and what a din ! How they glitter round the chin ! Give me fowl, and give me fish, Now for some of that nice dish. Cut me this, and cut me that, Send me crust, and send me fat. Titbits pulling, hauling,
Legs, wings, breast, head ; Some for liquor scolding, bawling,
Hock, port, white, red. Here 'tis cramming, cutting, slashing, There the grease and gravy splashing ; Look, Sir, what you've done, Zounds, Sir, you've cut off the Alderman's thumb ! Oh, ray thumb ! my thumb !
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GLEE for Five Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
HAND in hand with fairy grace, Will we sing and bless this place. Now until the break of day Thro' this house each fairy stray. To the children's bed will we. Which by us shall blessed be ; And the infants will we fate, Ever to be fortunate. So shall all these children, three, Ever true and happy be ; And the blots of Nature's hand Shall not in their issue stand ; Never mole, hare-lip, or scar, Nor mark prodigious — such as are Despised in nativity, Shall upon these children be. With this field-dew consecrate, Ev'ry fairy take his gait ; And each sev'ral chamber bless, Thro' this palace with sweet peace ; Ever shall it safely rest, And the owner of it blest. Trip away, trip away, make no stay, Meet me all by break of day.
Shakspeare.
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GLEE for Three Voices. J. BATTISHILL and W. HORSLEY, M.B.
HERE my Chloe, charming maid, Here beneath the genial shade ; Shielded from each ruder wind, Lovely Chloe lye reclin'd. Lo ! for thee the balmy breeze Gently fans the waving trees ; Streams that whisper thro' the grove, Whisper low the voice of love. Sweetly bubbling, wanton sport, Where persuasion keeps the court ; Ye who pass th' ennamel'd grove, Thro' the rustling shade to rove. Sure my bliss your breast must fire, Can you see and not admire.
Anacreon, Ode XXII.
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GLEE for Four Vo'ices.
W. HORSLEY, M.B.
HARK ! hark t 'tis a voice from the tomb !
" Come, Lucy!" it cries, " come away !" The grave of thy shepherd has room
To rest thee, beside his cold clay : " I come !" my dear shepherd, " J come !
" Ye friends and companions, adieu; " I haste to my Colin's dark home,
" To die on his bosoiri so true."
All mournful the midnight-bell rung,
When Lucy, sad Lucy, arose ; And forth to the green-turf she sprung,
Where Colin's pale ashes repose.
While thus she long sunk in despair,
And mourn'd to the echoes around ; Inflam'd all at once grew the air,
And thunder shook dreadful the ground. I hear the kind call, and obey ;
" Oh, Colin, receive me !" she cried. Then breathing a groan o'er his clay,
She hung on his tomb-stone and dy'd.
Moore's Ballad of Colin K Lucy.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
thou left thy blue course in heav'n, Golden hair'd son of the sky ? The west has opened her gates, The bed of thy re|K>se is there, The waves come to behold thy beauty : They lift their trembling- heads, They see thee lovely in thy sleep, They shrink away with fear. Rest in thy shadowy cave, O sun ! Let thy return be in joy,
Ossian.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Sir J. STEVENSON. HERE let's join in harmony, „ And sing in strains a roundelay. Now is the merry month of May,
When hawthorn buds arc blowing; And ev'ry lad and lass is gay,
With love and nature glowing. Hark the song in ev'ry grove, 'Tis the genial voice of love ; See the bank of painted flowers. Freshen' d by the goiden showers. While sweetest odours load the gale, And love and harmony prevail ; All nature wears her loveliest smile, To win thee lady to our isle.
H. B. C. Esq.
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THE OCEAN KING.
GLEE for Four Voices.
H. WEST.
How soft sleeps the beams of yon moon on the breast Of the ocean, that waveless in stillness doth rest : Ah ! stay, sister stay ; and the melody mark, That 'witches my senses ; hark ! hark ! sister hark !
Oh ! fly thee from sounds that are fatally soft, That dew thy bright eye in the sad tear so oft ; 'Tis the Ocean King's hand, that now kisses the lyre, For maidens like thee, love, he glows with desire.
Now delight, thrice refined,whirles round my poor heart, Dost thou see yon fair youth speeding o'er the blue wave ? No Ocean King he, sister, why then depart ? See, the features of love, and the form of the brave.
See lull'd are the billows, Yon island of willows,
Contains the dear maid of my soul ; To her then repair thee, She bade me to bear thee,
Unharmed by the whirlpool or shoal.
Oh youth ! should'st thou speak of no true love, beware ! Should thy words prove as light as the pinion of air ; May the curse of wrong'd virtue embitter life ever ! May you seek for repose, and discover it never !
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'Tis a phantom thou fearest, 'T is the wish of my dearest, 'Tis the truth that thou bearest Come, come o'er the wave.
Why changeth thy vessel, tis shap'd like a shell, Why turn thy gold tresses to ringlets of green ;
Why whistles the wind now, why springs from the swell Of the ocean, those white drops, say what may it mean ?
Wond'rest thou at my crown of rushes, Wond'rest thou why the water gushes ?
Wonder no more ; thou'rt the Ocean King's bride, And the tempest shall never ; no, never subside.
The rain descends,
The lightnings flash, The thunders roll,
The billows clash ; With blacken'd skies, She sinks, she dies !
H. Finn.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
RT. COOKE.
HAD I but the torrent's might, With headlong rage, and wild affright ; On Deira's squadrons hurl'd, To rush and sweep them from the world. To Mona's vales, in glitt'ring row, Twice ten hundred warriors go ; Flush'd with mirth and hope they burn, But none from Mona's vale return : Save I, the meanest of them all, Who live to sing, and weep their fall,
From a Poem called Mona, translated
from Specimens of Welch Poetry -,
by Mr. Evans.
GLEE for Five Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
I HAVE been young, though now grown old, Hardy in field, in battle bold. I am young still, let who dares try, I'll conquer or in combat die ; Whatever ye can do or tell, I, one day, did you both excel.
Plutarch.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE. IN paper case, Hard by this place, Dead a poor dormouse lies ; And soon or late, Summon'd by fate, Each prince, each monarch dies.
Ye sons of verse,
While we rehearse, Attend instructive rhyme ;
No sins had Dor
To answer for, — Repent of your's in time.
By a Child.
GLEE for Five Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
IN awful pause, while heavVs revenge is slow, Jove but prepares to strike a fiercer blow ; That day shall come, that great avenging day, When Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay : When Priam's power, and Priam's self, shall fall, And one prodigious ruin swallow all. I see the god, already from the pole, Bare his red arm, and bid the thunder roll ! I see th' eternal all his fury shed, And shake his JSgis on their guilty head !
Homer.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE,
I'LL enjoy the present time, I'll be merry while I may ; Love away youth's gentle prime, Ever happy, ever gay.
Youth's the season made for love,
Love's the source of bliss below ; I'll the pleasing span improve,
Nor waste one precious hour in woe.
Too soon old age, with gloomy care, This sweet transporting scene destroys ;
And silvers o'er my wanton hair, And robs me of those fleeting joys.
CATCH for Three Voices.
L. ATTERBURY.
JOAN said to John, when he stopt her t'other day, Pray John let me go, you know I cannot stay ; You always so tieze me and want me to stay ; But tieze me no more, for now 1 must away. So she left him in spite of all he could say, Who then could say nought, but pray3Joan,prithee stay.
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THE COMFORTS OF THE SEASONS. GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. ARNOLD.
IN Summer's cool shade how delightful to sit, In Winter, how social, when few friends are met ; In Autumn, ripe fruits our palates regale, In Spring, we delight in the blossom'd sweet vale.
Each season has plenty and comforts in store, Be content, and be happy, and wish for no more ; For know, the best season to laugh and to sing, Is Summer, is Winter, is Autumn, is Spring.
The late Dr. Stanley.
GLEE for Three Voices.
(Double Accompaniment.)
T. ATTWOOD.
IN peace, love tunes the shepherd's reed, In war, he mounts the warrior's steed ; In halls, in gay attire, is seen, In hamlets, dances on the green : Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, ^ And men below, and saints above, For love is heav'n, and heav'n is love.
Walter Scott, Esq.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT. IT was a friar, of orders grey,
Went forth to tell his beads ; And he met with a lady fair,
Clad in a pilgrim's weeds. Now heav'n thee save, thou holy friar !
I pray thee tell to me, If ever at yon holy shrine,
My true love thou didst see ? " And how should I know your true love,
" PVom many another one ?"
* O by his cockle hat and staff,
< And by his sandal shoone.' " Oslady! he's dead and gone,
" And at his head a green grass turf, " And at his heels a stone.
" Weep no more lady,
" Thy sorrow is in vain, u For violets pluckt, the sweetest show'rs
" Will ne'er make grow again : " Yet stay, fair lady, rest awhile,
" Beneath yon cloyster wall, " See, through the hawthorn blows the cold wind,
"And drizzly rain doth fall."
* O stay me not, thou holy friar, * O stay me not, I pray ;
c No drizzly rain that falls on me,
< Can wash my fault away.'
Shakspearc.
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CATCH for Three Voices.
II. PURCELL.
thou'rt a toper, let's have t'other quart, Ring, we're so sober 'twere a shame to part; None but a cuckold bully'd by his wife, For coining late, fears a domestic strife ; I'm free, and so are you, to call and knock, Knock boldly, the watchman cries, past two o'clock.
GLEE for Three Voices.
R. J, S. STEVENS.
IF in that breast, so good so pure,
Compassion ever lov'd to dwell ; Pity the sorrows I endure,
The cause I must not, dare not tell.
The grief that on my quiet preys,
That rends my heart, and checks my tongue ; I fear will last me all my days, But feel it will not last me long.
From the French^by Sir John Moore, Bart.
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GLEE /or Four Voices.
RT. COOKE.
IN the roses' fragrant shade, Sipping sweets a bee was laid ; Little love who wanton'd roundj On his finger felt a wound.
Scar'd and pain'd he sobs and sighs, And to heav'nly Venus flies ; I faint ! I die ! O succour lend ! Or thy Cupid's at an end.
Pierc'd by a serpent, hapless me ! Which the ploughman calls a bee ; Small he was, and bearing wings, To the very heart he stings.
This the mischief you deplore ! Venus cry'd ; and how much more Must the wretched bosom prove Tortur'd with the stings of love ?
From Anacreon.
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PHILLIDA AND CORYDON. GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE.— Medal) 1773. IN (he merry month of May, In a morne by breake of day, Forth I walked by the wood-side, When, as May was in his pride, There I spied all alone, Phillicja and Corydon. Much adoo there was, God wot, He would love, and she would not. She said never man was true, He said, none was false to you ; He said, he had lov'd her long, She said, love should have no wrong. Corydon would kisse her then, She said, maides must kisse no men, Till they did for good and all : Then she made the sheapherd call All the heavens to witnesse truth, Never lov'd a truer youth. Thus with many a pretty oath, Yea and nay, and faith and troath, Such as silly sheapherds use, When they will not love abuse. Love, which had beene long deluded, Was with kisses sweet concluded ; And Phillida, with garlands gay, Was* made the lady of the May.
Nicholas Breton, 1580.
See « England's Helicon"
* Crown'd.
L
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GLEE for Three Voices.
W. JACKSON. And for Five Voices.
J. DANBY.
IN a vale clos'd with woodland, where grottoes abound, Where rivulets murmur, and echoes resound ; I vow'd to the muses my time and my care, Since neither could win me the smiles of my fair.
As freedom inspir'd me, I rang'd and I sung.
And Daphne's dear name never fell from my tongue
But if a smooth accent delighted my ear,
I could wish unawares that my Daphne might hear.
With fairest ideas my bosom I stor'd, To drive from my heart the fair nymph I ador'd ; But the more I with study my fancy refin'd, The deeper impression she made on my mind.
Ah ! whilst I the beauties of nature pursue, I still must my Daphne's fair image renew ; The graces have chosen with Daphne to rove, And the muses are all in alliance with love !
Shakspeare.
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GLEE for Five Voices. R. J. S, STEVENS.- -Medal, 1786.
IT was a lover, and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho ! and a hey nonirio ! That o'er the green corn fields did pass,
In the spring time ;
The pretty spring-time, when birds do sing Hey ! ding" a ding, sweet lovers love the spring.
And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho ! and a hey nonino !
Now love is crowned with the prime, In the spring time ;
The pretty spring time, when birds do sing
Hey ! ding a ding, sweet lovers love the spring.
Shakspeare.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
IN the lonely vale of streams abides the narrow soul ; Years roll on, seasons return, but he is still unknown : In a blast comes cloudy death, and lays his grey head
low;
His ghost is folded in the vapour of the fenny field ; Its course is never on hills, nor mossy vales of wind.
Ossian.
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THE DESERTER'S MEDITATIONS. GI<EE for Four Voices.
Harmonized by S. HARRISON, IF sadly thinking, And spirits sinking, Could more than drinking
Our griefs compose ; A cure for sorrow From care I'd borrow, And hope to-morrow Might end my woes.
But since in wailing There's nought availing, And Death unfailing
Will strike his blow ; Then for this reason, And for a season,
Let us be merry before we go.
A way-worn ranger, To joy a stranger, Through ev'ry danger
My course I've run ; Now Death befriending, His last aid lending, My griefs are ending,
My woes are gone.
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No more a rover, Or hapless lover, Those cares are over,
My eup runs low ; Then for this reason, And for a season,
Let us be merry before we go.
Rt. Hon. J. P. Curran,
GLEE for Three Voices.
IRELAND. — Prize, 1772.
JOLLY Bacchus ! hear my pray'r ! Vengeance on th' ungrateful fair ! In thy smiling cordial bowl, Drown all the sorrows of my soul ; Jolly Bacchus ! save ! oh save ! From the deep devouring grave, A poor despairing, sighing swain.
Haste, haste away, ^
Lash thy tigers, do not stay, >
I'm undone if thou delay.
If I view those eyes once more, -\
I still shall love, and still adore,
And be more wretched than before.
Somerville.
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DUET.
TRAVERS.
I, my dear, was born to-day,
So all my jolly comrades say ;
They bring me music, wreaths, and mirth,
And ask to celebrate my birth.
Little, alas ! my comrades know,
That I was born to pain and woe ;
To thy denial, to thy scorn,
Better I had ne'er been born :
I wish to die, ev'n whilst I say,
1, my dear, was born to-day.
I, my dear, was born to-day, Shall I salute the rising ray ? Well-spring of all my joy and woe, Clotilda, thou alone dost know. Shall the wreath surround my hair, Or shall the music please my ear ? Shall I, my comrades, mirth receive, And bless my birth and wish to live ? Then let me see great Venus chase, Imperious anger from thy face : Then let me hear thee smiling say, Thou, my dear, wert born to-day.
Matt. Prior.
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THE VANITY OF RICHES. GLEE for Three Voices.
MAZZINGHI.
IF the treasured gold could give
Man a longer time to live,
I'd employ my utmost care
Still to keep, and still to spare ;
And, when death approached, would say,
" Take thy fee, and walk away."
But since riches cannot save Mortals from the gloomy grave, Why should I myself deceive, Vainly sigh, and vainly grieve ? Death will surely be my lot, Whether I am rich, or not.
Give me freely while I live Generous wines, in plenty give, Soothing joys my life to cheer, Beauty kind, and friends sincere ; Happy ! could I ever find Friends sincere, and beauty kind.
From Anacreon.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
WM. HORSLEY, M.B. IN this fair vale eternal spring shall smile,
And time unenvious crown each roseate hour ; Eternal joy shall every care beguile.
Breathe in each gale and bloom in ev'ry flow'r.
Unfading green shall these fair groves adorn, Those living meads immortal flow'rs unfold ;
In rosy smiles shall rise each blushing morn, And ev'ry ev'ning close in clouds oif gold.
The tender loves that watch thy slumb'ring rest, And round thee flow'rs and balmy myrtles strew ;
Shall charm thro' all approaching life thy breast, With joys for ever pure, for ever new.
Langhorne's Visions of Fancy.
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
WEELKES.-—1608.
IN pride of May the fields were gay, The birds do sing fal la la. So Nature would that all things should, With joy begin the spring, fal la la.
153
GLEE for Four Voices.
SirG.T. SMART. I LOVE to see, at early morn,
The squirrel sit before my door, There crack his nuts, and hide his shells, And leap away to seek for more.
1 love, in hedge-row paths, to see
The linnet glance from spray to spray ;
Or mark, at ev'n ing's balmy close, The redbreast hop across my way.
For sure, when Nature's free-born train Approach, with song and gambol here;
Some secret impulse bids them feel The footsteps of a friend are near.
Roscoe.
TRIO.
T. ATTWOOD. IN liquid notes, As music floats ; Listen elves !
'Tis the sound that charms the spheres ! Haste in dew-bells, hide yourselves, Titania appears !
John Rose. — Fairy Festival.
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ODE
To THE MARQUIS OF WELLINGTON, For Three Voices.
S. WEBBE, Jun,
IN WREATHE 5 inwreathe the sacred bough,
Crown with green oak the warrior's brow.
Is the conqur'ing warrior crown'd ?
Bid the loud harp his name resound !
Wake to full music all the strings,
Warrior ! 'tis thy country sings.
'Tis thy country thanks her son
For all the glory thou hast won ;
For the power thy arm bestows,
For the vengeance on her foes.
Of thee with joy shall matrons speak,
Thy glance shall timid virgins seek,
The lips of age rehearse thy fame,
And infants lisp thy honoured name ;
The air that fans thy native vale
Shall breathe of thee, in ev'ry gale :
Long may'st thou, matchless HERO ! prove
Heaven's plaudits, and thy country's love.
Thomas Noble, £sq,
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Harmonized by W. HA WES. I'M wearing awa', John, Like snaw wraith's in thaw, John, I'm wearing awa' to the land o'the Leal : For there's nae sorrow there, John, There's neither cauld nor care, John, The day's a' fair i'the land o'the Leal.
O dry your glist'ning e'e, John,
My soul langs to be free, John, And angels beckon me to the land o'the Leal :
Ye hae' been leal and true, John,
Your task is ended new, John, And I'll welcome you to the land o'the Leal.
Our bonny bairn is there, John,
She was baith gude and fair, John, But, oh ! we grudg'd her sair to the land o'the Leal :
But sorrows sell' flies pasi, John,
And joys are comin' fast, John, The joy that's ay' to last i'the land o'the Leal.
Then fare ye we'el mine ain' John,
This world's cares are vain, John, We'el meet and ay' l)e fain i'the land o'the Leal :
For there's nae sorrow there, John,
There's neither rauld nor can-, John, The day's ay' fair i'the land o'lhe Leal.
Burns.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Harmonized by W. HAWES* JToHN Anderson ray Jo, John,
When nature first began ; To try her canny hand, John,
Her master- work was man. And you amang them a', John,
Sae trig from top to toe ; Have prov'd to be nae journey-work,
John Anderson my Jo.
John Anderson my Jo, John,
Ye were my first conceit ; I think nae shame to own, John,
I loe'd you ear' and late. They say ye're turning auld, John,
I never think ye so ; Ye're ay' the same kind man to me,
John Anderson my Jo.
John Anderson my Jo, John,
When we were first acquaint, Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent : But now your brow is bald, John,
Your locks are like the snow ; Yet blessings on thy frosty pow,
John Anderson my Jo.
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John Anderson my Jo, John,
Frae year to year we've past ; And soon that year maun come, John,
Will bring us to our last : But let nae that affright us,
Our hearts were ne'er our foe ; In innocent delight we've liv'd,
John Anderson my Jo.
John Anderson my Jo, John,
We've climb'd the hill th'gither ; And many a' canty day, John,
We've had wi ane anither ; Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep th'gither at the foot,
John Anderson my Jo.
Burns.
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
MORLEY.— 1597.
I FOLLOW ! lo ! the footing still of my lovely cruel, Proud of herself that she is beauty's Jewell ; And fast away she flyeth, love's sweet delight deriding, In woods and groves sweet nature's treasure hiding : Yet cease I not pursuing, but since I thus have sought
her, Will run me out of breath till I have caught her.
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AN ELEGY for Three Voices.
T. LlNLEY,
IN thousand thoughts of love and thee, Restless I wake the tedious night, And wish the day ; As if the day could comfort bring As well as light.
GLEE for Four yokes.
Harmonized by WM. HAWES. IF this delicious, grateful flow'r, Which blooms but for a little hour, Should to the sight as lovely be, As from its fragrance seems to me ; A sigh must then its colour show, For that's the softest joy I know ; And sure the rose is like a sigh, Born just to soothe and then to die.
My father, when our fortunes smil'd, With jewels deck'd his sightless child ; Their glitt'ring worth the world might see, But ah ! they shed no sweets for me ; Still as the present fail'd to charm, The trickling drop bedew'd my arm. And sure the gem to me most dear, Was a kind father's pitying tear.
F. Reynolds.
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GLEE for Four Voices,
S. WEBBE, IN rural innocence secure, I dwell,
Alike to fortune and to fame unknown ; Approving conscience cheers ray humble cell, And social quiet marks me for her own.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. PAXTON. IN vain I strike the sounding string,
And music's pow'r implore ; The softest notes no comfort bring,
But raise my passion store. Such a store of sweetest flow'rs,
Where the zephyr's balmy gale,
Wantons in the lovely vale ;
O how pleasing to recline,
Underneath the spreading vine ! In the close concealment Jaid,
Take pity on your swain ; One gentle look will ease his heart.
One smile will end his pain.
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GLEE for Five Pokes.
W. HORSLEY, M.B. I KNOW you false, I know you vain, Yet still I cannot break my chain ; Though with those lips, so sweetly smiling, Those eyes so bright, and so beguiling ; On every youth by turns you smile, And every youth by turns beguile : Yet still enchant and still deceive me, Do all things, fatal fair, but leave me.
Still let me in those sparkling eyes,
Trace all your feelings as they rise ;
Still from those lips in crimson swelling,
Which seem of soft delight the dwelling,
Catch tones of sweetness, which the soul
In fetters ever new controul^
Nor let my starts of passion grieve thee,
Though death to stay, 'twere death to leave thee.
Mrs. Opie.
ROUND for Three Voices.
BATTISHILL. I LOV'D thee, beautiful and kind,
And plighted an eternal vow ; So alter'd are thy face and mind, 'Twere perjury to love thee now.
Lord Clare.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
R. SPOFFORTH.
IT is night, and I am alone, forlorn, on the hill of storms. The wind is heard in the mountain, and the torrent rolls down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain, forlorn, on the hill of the winds. — Rise, O moon, from behind thy clouds, stars of the night appear ! Lend me some light to the place, where my love rests from the toil of the chace. — His bow near him unstrung, his dogs panting around him. But here must I sit alone, \>y the rock of the mossy stream ; and hear the winds roar ; nor can I hear the voice of my love, — no answer, half drown'd in the storm !
Ossian.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
IF the prize you mean to get, Season music well with wit ; Sense and harmony combin'd, Make a banquet for the mind : The prize obtain'd with me you'll hold, Sterling wit is sterling gold.
Ed. Mulso.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
WM. HORSLEY, M.B.
IF doughty deeds ray ladye please,
Right soone I'll mount my steed ; And strong his arm, and fast his seat,
That bears frae me the meed. I'll wear thy colours in my cap,
Thy picture next my heart, And he that bends not to thine eyes,
Shall rue it to his smart. Then tell me how to woo thee, love, For thy dear sake no care I'll take, Although another trow me.
If gay attire thy fancy please,
I'll deck thee in array ; I'll tend thy chamber-door all night,
And squire thee all the day. If sweetest sounds can win thy ear,
These sounds I'll strive to catch ; -Thy voice I'll steal to woo thysell,
That voice which none can match. Then tell me how to woo, &c.
But if fond love thy heart can gain,
I never broke a vow ; No maiden lays her skaith to me,
I never lov'd but you.
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For you alone, I ride the ring,
For you, I wear the blue ; For you alone, I strive to sing,
O tell me how to woo, &c.
Marquis of Montrosc, 1640.
MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE, Jun.
I PIERCED the grove, and in the deepest gloom, Beheld sweet love ! of heavenly form and bloom ; Nor bow nor quiver at his back were slung ; But harmless on the neighbouring branches hung. On rose-buds pillow lay the little child, In glowing slumbers pleased and sleeping smiled ; While, all around, the bees delighted sip, The fragrance of his smooth and balmy lip.
From the Greek Aulhology, by Malauger.
GLEE for Five Voices.
S. WEBB-E, Jun.
I NEVER knew a sprightly fair that was not dear to me, And freely I my heart could share with ev'ry one I see ; It is not this or that alone on whom my choice would fall, I do not more incline to one than I incline to all. The circle's bounding line arc they ; its centre is my heart ; My ready love the equal ray that flows to every part. Translated from the Arabian of Abonaly, the Mathematician. M2
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GLEE for Three Voices.
(With a double Accompaniment.)
S. WEBBE, Jun. Is it the purple grape that throws
A lustre on the sparkling eye ? Is it the nectar draught that flows
Upon the lip of ruby dye ?
Is it the Bacchanalian set, That makes old Time his scythe forget, And give the long, long joyous night, To fill the breast with rich delight ?
Does wine expand the glowing soul ?
Does friendship weave the magic vine ? And, strengthen 'd in the mantling bowl,
Does Genius own its power divine ?
Does Science smile, and Wisdom find The nectar cup expand the mind ? And does the morn's returning light Approve the long, long joyous night ?
If so, thou rosy god, then take
My ardent vows, and give to mirth The fleeting hour, for thou canst make
This mortal scene a heaven on earth.
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Bring, bring the magic cup, and we Will laugh and sport so merrily, That all the long, long joyous night, Our hearts shall glow with rich delight !
But if thy purple stream should prove A spell my finer sense to bind ;
If it can dim the flame of love,
Or chill the source that warms the mind ;
If reason, Bacchus, flies from thee, I scorn thy grov'ling slave to be : Nor will I share the long, long night, That robs the soul of pure delight.
GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE, Is it night ? would darkness fright us ?
Let us drive dull thoughts away ; Let gay mirth and songs unite us,
'Till we see the rising day. Fly care, to the winds thus I blow thee away, I'll drown thee in wine if Ihou darest to stay.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
SCOTLAND,
JLiGHTLY tread, 'tis hallow'd ground, Hark, above, below, around, Fairy bands their vigils keep, While frail mortals sink to sleep, And the moon with feeble rays, Gilds the brook that bubbling plays ; As in murmurs soft it flows, Music sweet for lovers' woes.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
N as white as driven snow, Cyprus black as e'er was crow ; Gloves as sweet as damask roses, Masks for faces, and for noses. Bugle bracelets, necklace amber, Perfume for a lady's chamber ; Golden coifs and stomachers For my lads to giVe tbeir dears. Pins, and shining toys of steel, What maids lack from head to heeZ Come, buy of me, buy lads, buy, Come buy, qr else your lasses cry.
Shalcspeqre.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
J. S. SMITH. — Prize, 1774. JLiET happy lovers fly, where pleasure's call
With festive songs beguile the fleeting hour ; Lead beauty thro' the mazes of the ball, Or press her wanton in love's roseate bower.
No more I'll range th' empurpled mead,
Where shepherds pipe, and virgins dance around ;
Nor wander thro' the woodbine's fragrant shade, To hear the music of the woods resound.
But leagued with hopeless anguish and despair,
Awhile in silence drop a tear ; Then, with a long farewell to love and care,
To kindred dust, my weary limbs resign.
Wilt thoii, Monimia, shed a gracious tear, On the cold grave where all my sorrows rest ;
Wilt thou strew flowers, applaud my love sincere, And bid the turf lie light upon my breast I
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. WM. HAYES.
JL<ET Omnibus Wiccamicis in a bumper now go round, We'll wave our bonnets boys unto the ground.
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GLEE for Four
S. WEBBE, JLivE to-day, enjoy each blessing,
TakiTJg what the gods have sent ; Time is ever on us pressing,
Let no moment be misspent : Then fill the glass and fill the bowl,
May Bacchus still with love agree ; And let each Briton warm his soul
With love, and wine, and liberty.
GLEE for Four Voices.
RT. COOKE.
JLovE and folly were at play,
Both too wanton to be wise ;
They fell out, and in the fray,
Folly put out Cupid's eyes.
Straight the criminal was try'd.
And had this punishment assigned : Folly should to Love be ty'd,
And condemn'd to lead the blind.
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A BALLADE OF WYNTER.
H. CONDELL.— Prize, 1811. JLouo blowe the wyndes with blustering breath, And snows fall cold upon the heath,
And hill and vale looke drear ; The torrents foam with headlong roar, And trees their chilly loads deplore, And droppe the icy tear.
The little birdes with wishfull eye, For almes unto my cottage flye,
Sith they can boaste no hoarde ; Sharp in myne house the Pilgrims peep, But Robin will not distance keepe,
So percheth on my boarde.
Come in, ye little minstrels swete,
And from your feathers shake the sleete,
And warme your freezing bloode ; No cat shall touch a single plume, Come in sweet choir — nay — fill my room,
And take of grain a treat.
Then flicker gay about my beams,
And hoppe and doe what pleasant seemes,
And be a joy full throng ; Till spring may cloathe the naked grove, Then go and build your nests, and love,
And thank me with a song.
Peter Pindar's Poems— Tears and Smiles.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
J. S. SMITH. XfET us, my Lesbia, live and love,
Nor cast a moment's thought away ; Whether a peevish world approve, Or what they think, or what they say :
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The sun that sets shall rise again,
But when our short-liv'd day is o'er ; One long eternal night must reign,
A lasting sleep — to wake no more !
Let us then live and love to-day, And kiss the fleeting hours away.
From Catullus.
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
T. MORLEY,— 1595. , those cherries plenty, Which grow on your lips dainty, E'er long will fade and languish ; That now while yet they last them, O let me pull and taste them.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT,
JLoNE dweller of the rock, whose echoes mourn So deeply with the sounds of vague complaint, The blessings of thy peaceful mansion spurn, Or with thy portion learn to be content : All Nature's gifts are thine, on ocean's breast The silent moon with dewy lustre streams ; And soon as Phoebus brightens in the east, He lights thy chambers with his golden beams, To save it from the storm, with friendly care, Around thy mossy cave, the wild woods tow'r ; Choristers ! the choristers of air, Their grateful notes of adoration pour. Lone dweller of the rock, to murmur cease, The cell of solitude should harbour peace.
Rannie.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
may live my lovely Hetty, Always young, and always pretty.
Dr. Johnson.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
R. SPOFFORTH. JLi'APE e la serpe spesso Suggori Tistesso umore ; Ma 1'alimento istesso Cangiando in lor si va : Che' dclla serpe in seno II fior si fa veleno ; In sen delP ape ii fiore Dolce liquor si fa.
Metastasio
TRANSLATION.
The Bee and the Serpent often sip liquid from the same flower, but the aliment (or food) itself changes in them ; for, in the breast of the Serpent, the flower becomes poi- son ; but, in the bosom of the Bee, it becomes honey.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE, Jun.
JLET India boast her plants, nor envy we, The weeping amber, and the balmy tree ; While by our oaks, the precious loads are borne, And realms commanded, which those trees adorn.
Pope's Windsor Forest.
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GLEE for Four yokes.
L. ATTERBURY, JIHADS and lasses, hither come, Here's the tabor, pipe, and drum : Hark ! the merry peal so gay, 'Tis Florella's wedding day ; Nimbly trip it, swift advance, Mingle in the sprightly dance.
DUET.
WM. JACKSON.
JLovE in thine eyes for ever plays, He in thy snowy bosom strays ; He makes thy rosy lips his care, And walks the mazes of thy hair. Love dwells in ev'ry outward part, But, ah ! he never touch'd thy heart ;
How different is my fate from thine ! No outward marks of love are mine. My brow is clouded by despair, And grief, love's bitter foe, is there ; But deep within my glowing soul He reigns, and rules without controul.
Cowley.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Harmonized^ Mr. GREATOREX.
JLET not rage, thy bosom firing,
Pity's softer claim remove ; Spare a heart that's just expiring,
Forc'd by duty, rack'd by love.
Each ungentle thought suspending,
Judge of mine, by thy soft breast ; Nor with rancour, never ending,
Heap fresh sorrows on th' opprest.
Heaven, that every joy has crost,
Ne'er my wretched fate can mend ; I, alas ! at once have lost, Father, brother, lover, friend.
Air from Artaxerxes. — Translated by Dr. Amc, from Metastasio.
CANNON for Four Voices.
Dr. HAYES.
IJET'S drink and let's sing together, In spite of wind or weather ; For here true joy is found, Sp let the toast go round : Come, here's to all honest men ! Fill up your glasses, drink fair, or drink again.
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TERZETTO for Three Voices.
MOZART.
JLiA mia Dorabella capace non e Fedel quanto bella il cielo la le La mia Fiordiligi tradirmi non sa Uguale in lei credo costanza e belta, Ho i crini gia griga, ex cathedra parlo Ma tali litigi finiscano qua, No detto ci avete che infide esser ponno Provar eel dovete sa avete onesta Tai prove lasciamo No n6 le Vogliarao O fuori la Spada rompiam 1'amista. O pazzo desire cercar di scoprire Quel mal che trovato. Meschini ci fa.
Sul vivo mi tocca chi lascia sortire Un accento che torto le fa E voi ridete ? certo ridiamo Ma cosa avete ? gia lo Sapiamo. Ridete Piano parlate in vano Se vi sentissiro se vi scoprissero Si guasterebbe tutto 1'affar Ah che dal ridere Talma dividere Ah che le Viscere sento Scopiar Mi fa da ridere questo lor ridere Ma so che in piangere dee terminar.
Metastasio.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. WAINWRIGHT. JLiFE's a bumper, fill'd by fate, Let us guests enjoy the treat ; Nor like silly mortals pass, Life's as 'twere but half a glass.
Let this scene with joy be crown'd, Let the glee and catch go round ; All the sweets of life combine, Mirth and music, love and wine.
GLEE for Four Voices.
C. EVANS. LATELY on yonder swelling bush,
Big with many a coming rose, This early bud began to blush,
And did but half itself disclose. I pluck'd, tho' no better grown, And now you see how full 'tis blown.
Still as I did the leaves inspire, With such a purple light it shone,
As if they had been made of fire ; And spreading, so wou'd flame anon. All that was meant by air or sun, To that young flow'r my breath has done.
Waller.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M.B. ]Lo ! on yon long resounding shore,
Where the rock totters o'er the headlong deep ; What phantoms bath'd in infant gore, Stand mutt'ring o'er the dizzy steep ! Their murmur shakes the zephyr's wing, The storm obeys their pow'rful spell. See from his gloomy cell Fierce winter starts ; his scowling eye Blots the fair mantle of the breathing spring,
And low'rs along the ruffled sky : To the deep vault the yelling harpies run,
Its yawning mouth receives th' infernal crew. Dim thro' the black gloom winks the glimm'ring sun, And the pale furnace gleams with brimstone blue ; Hell howls, and fiends that join the dire acclaim, Dance on the bubbling tide, and point the livid flame.
Ogilvie's Odes.
GLEE for Four Voices.
M. ROCK.
JL<ET the sparkling wine go round, And the praise of Bacchus sound : Venus with her darling boy, Nurs'd the rosy infant joy.
From Anacreon.
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DUET.
Dr. COOKE. JLiET Rubinelli charm the ear.
And sing as erst with voice divine ; To Carbonelli I adhere,
Instead of music, give me wine.
And yet, perhaps, with wine combin'd, Sweet music wou'd our joys improve ;
Let both together then be join'd, And feast we, as the gods above !
Anacreon like, we'll sit and quaff,
Old age and wrinkles I'll despise ; Devote the present hours to laugh,
And learn, to-morrow, to be wise.
Dr. Wake.
MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
WILBYE, 1598. JL/ADY, when I behold the roses sprouting,
Which, clad in damask mantles, deck the arbours ; And then behold your lips, where sweet love harbours, Mine eyes present me with a double doubting ; For viewing both alike, hardly my mind supposes, Whether the roses be your lips, or your lips the roses ?
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GLEE for Four Voices.
WM. ROCK,
JLiAWLESS o'er the yielding wire, Wild as with their father's lyre ; When the sons of ^Eol play, Let the trembling fingers stray.
Give to freedom fair the strain, Freedom unallied to pain ; Wreath the laurel, myrtle, vine, Hail to music, love, and wine !
MOTET for Four Voices.
Dr. TVE*, 1553.
]LAUDATE nomen Domini, vos Servi Domini : Ab ortu solis usque ad occasum ejus, Decreta Dei justa sunt, et cor exhilarant. , Laudate Dcum, Principes, et omnes poptili.
Rev. G. Heathcote.
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* Dr. Christopher Tye, Gentleman of the Chapel Royal to Kinf Edward the Vlth, translated the first fourteen chapters of the Acts of the Apostles into English metre, which he afterwards set to music. This singular work was published A.D. 1553; the Latin words, as above, were adapted to a part of it by the Rev. Gilbert Heathcote, Fellow of Winchester College.
See Dr. Burney, Page 11, Vol. 11 J, and Dr. Boyce's Collection of Anthems.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
JLovELY seems the moon's fair lustre
To the lost benighted swain, "When all silv'ry bright she rises.
Gilding mountain, grove, and plain.
Lovely seems the sun's full glory
To the fainting seaman's eyes, When some horrid storm dispersing,
O'er the wave his radiance flies.
Moorish Ballad.
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
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T. LlNLEY.
XIET me, careless and unthoughtful lying, Hear the soft winds above me flying,
With all the wanton boughs dispute ; And the more tuneful birds replying, Till my Delia, with her heav'nly song, Silence the wanton boughs, and birds that sing among.
Cowley.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
L. ATTERBURY, J[JAY that sullen garland by thee,
Keep it for th' Elizian shade ; Take my wreath of lusty ivy, Not of that fond myrtle made.
When I see thy soul descending,
To that cold unfertile plain ; Of sad fools the lake attending,
Thou shalt wear the crown again.
Sadness may some pity move, Mirth and courage conquer love.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.
pocket's low, and taxes high, Ah ! 1 could sit me down and cry ; But why despair ? the times may mend : Our loyalty shall us befriend.
God save the King.
Propitious Fortune yet may smile On fair Britannia's sea girt isle ; Then Poverty shall take her flight, And we will sing by day and night,
God save the King.
Webbe.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
W. KNYVETT, .MERRILY, merrily rung the bells
The bells of St. Michael's tower ; When Richard Penlake And Rebecca his wife, Arriv'd at the church door.
Richard Penlake was a cheerful man, Cheerful, and frank, and free.
But he led a sad life
With Rebecca his wife. For a terrible shrew was she.
Merrily, merrily, &c.
Richard Penlake
A scolding would take, 'Till patience avaiPd no longer,
Then Richard Penlake
A crab stick wou'd take, And shew her that he was the stronger. Merrily, merrily, &c.
MOTET for Five Voices.
Dr. CROTCH. HALLELUJAH ! -
ETHINKS I hear the full celestial choir, Through heavVs high dome their awful anthems raise ; Now chaunting clear, and now they all conspire, To swell the lofty hymn from praise to praise.
Thomson.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
WM. HAWES.
fair, ye swains, is gone astray, The little wand'rer lost her way In gathering flow'rs the other day ;
Poor Phillis, poor lovely Pbillis. Ah ! lead her home, ye gentle swains, Who know an absent lover's pains, And bring me safely o'er the plains, My Phillis, my lovely Phillis.
The nymph, whose person, void of art, Has every grace in every part, With killing eyes, yet harmless heart,
Is Phillis, my lovely Phillis. Her teeth are like an iv'ry row, Her skin is like the clearest snow, Her face like nothing, that I know,
My Phillis, my lovely Phillis.
But rest my soul, and bless your fate : The Gods, who formed a girl so neat, So just, exact, and so complete,
As Phillis, my lovely Phillis ; Proud of the hit, in such a flow'r, Which so exemplifies their pow'r, Will guard, in every dangerous hour,
My Phillis, my lovely Phillis.
Old Ballad.
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Music IN MACBETH.
LOCKE. First Witch. SPEAK, sister, speak ; is the deed done ?
Second Witch.
Long ago, long ago, Above twelve glasses since have run :
111 deeds are seldom slow,
Or single ; but following crimes, on former wait ; The worst of creatures fastest propagate.
First Witch. Many more murders must this one ensue,
Dread horrors still abound
In ev'ry place around
As if in death were found Propagation new.
He shall, he will,
He must spill
Much more blood, And become worse, to make his title good.
CHORUS. He shall, he will,
He must spill Much more blood, And become worse, to make his title good
First Witch. Now let's dance.
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Second Witch. Agreed, agreed.
CHORUS. Agreed, agreed : We should rejoice when good kings bleed.
AIR.
When cattle die, about we go : When lightening and dread thunder Rend stubborn rocks asunder, And fill the world with wonder, What should we do ?
CHORUS. Rejoice — we should rejoice.
AIR.
When winds and waves are warring, Earthquakes the mountains tearing, And raonarchs die despairing, . What should we do ?
CHORUS. Rejoice — we should rejoice.
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AIR.
Let's have a dance upon the heath, We gain more life by Duncan's death, Sometimes like brinded cats we shew, Having no music but our mew,
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To which we dance in some old mill, Upon the hopper, stone, or wheel ; To some old saw, or bardish rhyme, Where still the mill-clack does keep time
Sometimes about a hollow tree, Around, around, around, dance we ; And thither the chirping crickets come, And beetles sing in drowsy hum ;
Sometimes we dance o'er ferns or furze, To howls of wolves, or barks of curs : Or if with none of these we meet, We dance to th' echoes of our feet.
CHORUS.
At the night-raven's dismal voice, When others tremble we rejoice, And nimbly, nimbly dance we still, To th' echoes from the hollow hill.
RECITATIVE.
First Witch. Hecate, Hecate, come away !
Hecate. Hark! hark! I'm call'd.
AIR. Hecate.
My little merry airy spirit, see ! Sits in a foggy cloud and waits for me.
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RECITATIYE.
First Witch. Hecate! Hecate!
AIR. Hecate.
Thy chirping voice I hear, So pleasing to ray ear, At which I haste away, With all the speed I may.
RECITATIVE. Hecate and Witches,
Where's Puckle ?
Third Witch.
Here !
Hecate.
Where's Stradling!
Second Witch.
Here !
First Witch.
And Hopper too. And Hellway too, We want but you !
CHORUS.
Come away, come away, Make up the account.
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RECITATIVE. With new-fall'n dew, From church-yard yew,
I will but 'noint,
And then I'll mount, Now I'm furnished for my flight.
AIR AND CHORUS* Now we go, now, now we fly, Malkin, my sweet spirit and I : O what a dainty pleasure is this ! To sail in the air, When the moon shines fair, To sing, to dance, to toy and kiss : Over woods, high rocks, and mountains, Over hills, and misty fountains, Over steeples, towns, and turrets, We fly by night, 'mongst troops of spirits.
CHORUS.
Round, around, around about ; All ill come running in, All good keep out.
RECITATIVE.
First Witch. Here's the blood of a bat !
Hecate. Put in that— put in that !
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first Witch. Here's lizard's brain !
Hecate. Put in a grain !
First Witch.
Here's juice of toad ; here's oil of adder, Which will make the charm grow madder.
QUARTETTO.
Put in all these, 'twill raise the stench.
RECITATIVE.
Hecate. Hold ! here's three ounces of a red-hair'd wench !
CHORUS.
Round, around, around about : All ill come running in, All good, keep out.
Shakspeare.
GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE.
Bacchus fires, he swells each vein, Gay odours charm my raptur'd brain ; Beauty forbids her slave to sigh, And I'll be mad, stark mad with joy.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
H. SPOFFORTH.
dear Mistress had a heart,
Soft as those kind looks she gave me ; When with love's resistless art,
And her eyes she did enslave me. But her constancy's so weak,
She's so wild and apt to wander ; That my jealous heart would break,
Should we live one day asunder.
Melting joys about her move,
Killing pleasures, wounding blisses ; She can dress her eyes in love,
And her lips can arm with kisses. Angels listen when she speaks,
She's my delight, all mankind's wonder ; But my jealous heart would break,
Should we live one day asunder.
Earl of Rochester.
GLEE for Four Voices.
W. KNYVETT.
! 1 wish to my heart I was dead, My wife has sure broken my head ; She last night in a rage began, To bang me with the warming pan ; And what was worse than all, good lack, The pan was hot, and burnt my back.
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jGLEE for Four Voices.
W. SHIELD.
mother had a maid call'd Barbara ; She was in love, and he she lov'd prov'd false, And did forsake her.
She had a song of willow, an old song 'twas ; But it express'd her fortune, and she died Singing it. — That song to-night will not Go from my mind ; I've much ado, not to Go hang my head all a'one side, And sing it like poor Barbara.
Shakspearc.
EPITAPH ON THE LATE REV. MR. ALLOTT. GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
with the love than the fear of God, This vale of sorrow cheerfully he trod ; So tuned to harmony, and hating strife, From youth to age unclouded was his life : Nought cou'd his earthly virtuous joys increase, But heav'nly song and everlasting peace.
D avid Garrick.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. ARNE.-^-Przse, 1769. AKE haste to meet the gen'rous wine, Whose piercing is for thee delay 'd ; The rosy wreath is ready made, And artful hands prepare, The fragrant oil that shall perfume thy hair. Fresh roses here, with myrtle twine, Like Daphne all is fair and sweet ; But simple all, without deceit,
My wine from art is free, Which never woman was,
Nor e'er will be. When nectar sparkles from afar,
And the free-hearted friend cries, come awa£ ; Make hast, resign thy bus'ness and thy care,
No mortal int'rest can be worth thy stay. Here Mirth resides, here Bacchus' rites are due, Come, drink till ev'ry taper shines like* two ; Till whining love in bumpers deep be drown'd, And all things, like the circling glass, go round.
Dr. Arnc.
CATCH for Three Voices.
BAILDON
IMTu. SPEAKER ! though 'tis late, I must lengthen the debate.
Question — Order — hear him, hear ! ^
Pray support, support the chair ! Sir, I shall name you, if you stir. }
JLord Sandwich.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr, CALLCOTT.
the merry elves of fairy land, In the cold moon's gleamy glance, They with shadowy merry dance ;
Soft music dies along the desert land.
Soon at peep of cool-ey'd day ;
Soon the num'roiis lights decay :
Merrily, now merrily,
After the dewy moon they fly.
GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE.
»-
.R. — : will you do us the favour
To join in a catch ? Sir, I'll do my endeavour : To be sure I've a cold — but I'll still do my best ; As I know your intention, Til join with the rest. May the smiles of the company thus ever cheer us, And we all give pleasure to those who may hear us.
S. Webbe.
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GLEE For Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT. IMTv ships to fair Sicilia's coast.
Have row'd their rapid way ; While in their van my weli-mann'd barque,
Spread wide her streamers gay : Arm'd at the helm myself a host,
I seem'd in glory's orb to more.' Ah ! Harold, check thy empty boast,
A Russian maiden scorns thy love.
Rough was the sea, and rude the wind,
And scanty were my crew ; Billows on billows o'er our deck,
With frothy fury flew : Deep in the hold the waves were lost,
Back to their bed each wave we drove
CHORUS. Ah ! Harold, &c.
What feat of hardihood so bold, . But Harold wots it well ; I curb the steed, I stem the flood,
I fight with falchion fell ; The oar I ply from coast to coast, On ice with flying scates I fly. CHORUS. Ah! Harold, &c.
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Can she deny, the blooming maid,
(And she has hoard the tale,) When to the south my troops 1 led,
The fortress to assail ; How, while my prowess thin'd the host,
P'ame bade the world each deed approve ? Ah ! Harold, check thy empty boast,
A Russian maiden scorns thy love.
Wm. Mason.
GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBIJE.
^Music's the language of the blest above, No voice but Music's can express The joys that happy souls possess ; Nor, in just raptures, tell the wond'rous pow'r of love. 'Tis Nature's dialect, design'd To charm and to instruct the mind. Music's an universal good, That does dispense its joys around, In §11 the elegance of sound ; To be by men admir'd, by angels understood.
Congreve.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
S, WEBBE
M[AY our heroes, far and near, Dreadful to our foes appear ! May the British flag unfurl'd, Bid defiance to the world ! May our arms our foes destroy ; And restore us peace and joy. God save the King.
GLEE for Five Voices.
J. DANBY.— Pme, 1788, IMF usic has pow'r to melt the soul,
By beauty. Nature's sway'd ; Each can the universe controul, Without the other's aid.
But here together both appear.
And force united try ; ,
Music enchants the list'ning ear,
And beauty charms the eye.
What cruelty these powers to join,
Such transports, who can bear ? Oh ! let the sound be less divine ;
Or look the nymph less fair.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. HAYES.— Prize, 1763. JM.ELTING airs soft joys inspire, Airs for drooping hope to hear ; Melting as a lover's pray'r, Joys to flatter dull despair, And softly soothe the am'rous fire.
«/. Hughes, Esq.
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. SALE.
Phillida, adieu ! love, for evermore farewell ! Ah, me! I've lost my true love, and thus I ring his knell: Ding dong, ding dong, my Phillida is dead, I'll stick a branch of willow at my fair Phillis' head.
A garland shall be fram'd by art and nature's skill, Of sundry colour'd flow'rs, in token of good- will ; Instead of fairest flow'rs, set forth with curious art, Her image shall be painted on my distressed heart.
Ding dong, &c.
Sha/cspeare.
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THE WISH. GLEE for Four Voices.
W. HORSLEY,M.B.
be a cot, beside a hill, A bee-hive'slmm shall sooth my ear ; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near.
The swallow oft beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ;
Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Around my ivy'd porch shall spring,
Each fragrant flow'r that drinks the dew ;
And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing, In russet gown and apron blue.
The village church, among the trees,
Where first our marriage vows were giv'n ;
With merry peal shall swell the breeze, And point, with taper spire, to heav'n.
Rogers.
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ODE I. GLEE for Five Voices.
Dr. CROTCH.
JM.ONA on Snowdon calls ; Hear, thou king of mountains, hear ! Hark, she speaks from all her strings ; Hark, the loudest echo rings ; King of mountains, bend thine ear :
Send thy spirits, send them soon ;
Now when midnight, and the moon, Meet upon the front of snow :
See, their gold and ebon rod,
Where the sober sisters nod, And greet in whispers sage and slow. Snowdon, mark ! 'tis Magic's hour ; Now the mutter'd spell hath pow'r ; Pow'r to rend thy ribs of rock, And burst thy base with thunder's shock ; But to thee, no ruder spell Shall Mona use, than those that dwell In music's secret cells, and lie, Steep'd in streams of harmony.
Mason's Caractacus.
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OBERON.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Earl of MORNINCTON. mortals, mark ! with awe profound, "What solemn stillness-reigns around ; Know then, tho' strange it may appear, Spirits, Spirits, inhabit here. Whene'er we leave the circled green, We fairies choose this shady scene ; Tho' mortal hands have form'd these bow'rs, Yet is the sweet retirement our's : For here, when as the pallid moon, Riding at her highest noon, Edging the clouds with silver white, Darts thro' these shades a chequer'd light. Here, when we cease our airy sport, *We range our band and form our court ; My royal throne exalted high, Unseen by feeble mortal eye, Tho' spangled with ten thousand dews, Tho' coiour'd with ten thousand hues. Approach not with unhallow'd hands, Beneath yon tall liburnum-stands ; Then enter here with guiltless mind,1 Spurn each vile passion far behind. Hence, Envy ! with her pining train, And venal love of sordid gain : Hence ! Malice, hence ! rankling at the heart. And dire Revenge with poison'd dart :
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Hence, Lust ! with sly uneven mien, That thro' the twilight creeps unseen : Hence, Vice ! avoid this arching grove, Pollution follows where you move : Hence ! nor near the spot be found ; Hence ! avaunt ! 'tis holy ground !
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. S. SMITH.
5MiDST silent shades and purling streams, The God of Love supinely dreams ; In rosy and fantastic chains, He leads deluded maids and swains. But, if the trumpet's loud alarms Call us to deeds of manly arms ; Roux'd from his downy bed he cuts the yielding air, Scar'd at the noble noise and thunder of the war.
Hughes.
GLEE for Three Voices.
R. J. S, STEVENS and R. SPOFFORTH. M[ARK'D you her eye, of heav'nly blue ! Mark'd you her cheek, of roseate hue ! That eye, in liquid circles moving — That cheek, abash'd at man's approving. — > The one love's arrows darting round — The other blushing at the wound.
R. B. Sheridan.
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ODE for Four Pokes.
S. GROOMBRIDGE. — 1803. . CONDUCTOR, if you please " To .give us catches, songs, or glees ; " And let your notes alternate pass " In cheerful concord with the glass."
" Sir, we are ready at your call,
" Myself, my friends, both one and all."
" Here, Murray, bring the index hither, " And we'll in chorus sing together :"
" But first let's celebrate, in songs of mirth,
" Th' auspicious day which to this club gave birth."
Unto our founders now our altar raise, In grateful notes and tributary lays ; Whilst we confirm and fix this high decree, Perpetua esto shall our motto be. Sweet harmony our founders did inspire, The Muses sang, Apollo tuned the lyre ; In unison consent this club they framed, Here Concord, Friendship, mutually reigned. To us they have consign'd their treasure great, May we their bright example imitate ! Nor suffer Discord e'er to enter here, Nor rude dissentient voice to interfere ! So shall we still preserve our charter pure, And may this club to future age endure !
S. Groombridgc.
President. — S. Groombridge, Esq.
Conductor.—S. Webbe, Sen.
Messenger to the Club.— James Murraj,
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GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE,
Y fair is beautiful as love, Stately, yet void of pride ; Gentle, as is the turtle dove, And constant as the tide.
Prudence in all her ways we find,
The Graces round her throng ; Wisdom itself has form'd her mind,
And music — music's on her tongue !
IN PRAISE OF Music.
GLEE for Four Voices.
JOHN SALE.
M"usic, miraculous rhet'rick, that speakest sense, Without a tongue, excelling eloquence ; With what ease might thy errors be excused, Wert thou as truly lov'd as thou'rt abused. But though dull souls neglect, and some reprove thee, I cannot hate thee 'cause the angels love thee. W. D. Knight, 1653. And see Walton's Complete Angler.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE.— Prize, 1790. MON fide al mar che freme,
La temeraria prora, Chi si scolora e teme,
Sol quando vede il mar : JVon si cimentt in Campo, Chi trema al suono e al lampo ; D'una guerriera tromba D'un bellicoso acciar.
' Metastasio.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Rx. COOKE, Mo riches from his scanty store
My lover could impart ; He gave a boon I valu'd more — He gave me all his heart !
But now for me, in search of gain.
From shore to shore he flies ; Why wander riches to obtain,
When love is all I prize ?
Helen Maria Williams.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOK.E. MYMPH over thee, sweet, fair, and young,
Each bosom yields a sigh ; Applauses flow from every tongue, And tears from ev'ry eye.
Still lives, and ever shall, thy fame,
Thy beauty only died ; Envy has little to proclaim,
Nor flattery to hide.
Supposed to be written by Lord Sandwich,
GLEE for Four Voices.
RT. COOKE.
J?S ow the winds whistle, and the tempest roars, Now foaming lash the sounding shores ; Severe the storms, when shudd'ring winter binds The earth, but winter yields to vernal winds. O love ! thy rigour my whole life deforms, More cold than winter, more severe than storms : Sweet is the spring, and gay the summer hours, When balmy odours breathe from painted flowers ; But neither sweet the spring, nor summer gay, When she I love, my fair one, is away.
Broom.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
J. DANBV,
j^ on blazing gems, nor silken sheen, Bespeak the wearer's heart serene ; Nor purple robe, nor tissued vest, Proclaim the calm unruffled breast. The crimson mantle, and the jewell'd crown, Fair peace forsakes, well pleas'd to own The shepherd's simple garb and russet gown. Sweet peace forsakes the crowded street, And shelters in the calm retreat ; With solitude the charmer dwells, 'Midst rural meads and flow'ry dells.: She shuns the costly feast, and rare, Contented with the shepherd's fare ; She scorns the roofs where nobles dwell, And seeks the rustic's humbler cell : She slights the miser's glitt'ring hoard, The joys of wine, and plenteous board ; Fair Virtue's livery she wears, And all the joys of life are her's.
GLEE for Four Voices.
MAZZINGHI.
WEVER till now I felt love's dart,
Guess who it was that stole away my heart :
'Twas you alone, if you'll believe me.
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MAY MORNING. GLEE for Five Voices.
GREVILLE. — Pme, 1787. Set also by Dr. COOKE and G.'BERG. Kow the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flow'ry May ; who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Milton.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.— Prize, 1775. PJTow I'm prepar'd to meet th' enchanting scene, This is the hour the happy guests convene ; Welcome this kind release from care : What can to social joys compare ? With wine and songs the jovial night shall pass, Till morning darts its rays into my glass ; When wine-crown'd Bacchus leads the way, What can his votaries dismay ?
S. Webbe
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GLEE for Three yokes.
J. SALE. J^l o glory I covet, no riche^ I want.
Ambition is nothing to me ; The one thing I beg of kind heaven to grant, Is a mind independent and free.
With passions unruffled, untainted with pride,
By reason my life let me square ; The wants of my nature are cheaply supplied,
And the rest are but folly and care.
How vainly, through infinite trouble and strife,
The many their labours employ ; Since all that is truly delightful in life, Is what all, if they please, may enjoy.
Rev. Thos. Fitzgerald. See Ritson, 105, Misccl. Songs.
GLEE for Three Voices.
L. ATTERBUIIY.
Now round the board, my friends, in concert join, And drown Despair, in copious draughts of wine. Vulcan, sit down and blow the fire, And Bacchus shall my butler be ; Approach, my genius, fill the goblet higher, Fll have no other Ganymede than thee.
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MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
T. MORLET,
Wow is the month of maying, When merry lads are playing.
Fa, la, la.
Each with his bonny lass, A dancing on the grass.
Fa, la, la.
The spring clad all in gladnesse, Doth laugh at Winter's sadncsse. Fa, la, la.
And to the bagpipes sound, The Nimphs tread out their ground.
Fa, la, la.
Fye then, why sit wee musing, Youth's sweet delight refusing.
Fa, la, la.
Say daintie Nimphs, and speake, Shall we play barly breake.
Fa, la, la. See Morley's Publication, 1595.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS. Now tbe hungry lions roar,
And howling wolves behold the moon ; Now the heavy ploughmen snore, All with weary task fore-done.
Now the brands of fire do glow,
\Vliile the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe ; In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night,
That the graves, are gaping wide, Ev'ry one lets forth his spright ;
In the church-way paths to glide.
And we fairies that do run,
By the triple hecate's team, From the presence of the sun ;
Following darkness as a dream.
Shakspearc.
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GLEE for Three and Six Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
Wo stormy winter eaters there, 'Tis jovial spring thro' all the year ; Soft gales thro' groves of myrtle blow, The streams o'er golden pebbles flow.
Fresh youth and love their sportive train Lead o'er the ever verdant plain ; Ethereal forms, in bright array, Along the blissful current stray.
Or wander through Elysian groves, Or banquet in the gay alcoves ; And oft, in Amaranthine bow'rs, Repose on fragrant beds of flow'rs.
While music, with her soothing strains, Warbles thro* all the woods and plains ; The hills, the dales, and fountains round, With heav'nly harmony resound.
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MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M. B.
of the forest ! who on this mountain, Are wont to dance, shewing your beauties treasure ; To goat- feet sylvans, and the wond'ring sun. When as you gather flow'rs about this fountain ; Bid her farewell, who placed here her pleasure ; And sing her praises, to the stars and moon.
Michael Dray ton.
MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
T. WEELKES, 1608,
Now country sports, that seldom fades,
A garland of the spring ; A prize for dancing, country maids,
With merry pipes we bring. Then all at once for our town crys : Pipe on, for we will have the prize.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
O VENUS ! Rcgina Cnidi, Paphique, Sperne dilectam Cypron, et vocantis Thure le raulto Glycerae decoram
Transfer in aedem. Fervidus tecum Puer, & solutis Gratiae zonis, properentque Nymphae, Et par urn comis fine te Juvcntas, Mercuriusque.
Horace. — Carmen, 30.
GLEE for Five Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS. ORPHEUS with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze ; Bow themselves, when he did sing, To his music, plants, and flowers, Ever sprung, as sun and showers ; There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him -play, Even the billows of the sea ; Hung their head's and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart ; Fall asleep or hearing die.
Shakspeare.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
G. BERG.— Prize, 1763. ON softest beds, at leisure laid, Beds of pinks and myrtles made ; While the easy hours I spend, Love my festal shall attend.
Love his robe behind him bound, Love shall serve his goblet round ; Swift, in this terrestrial strife, Turns the rapid wheel of life.
Swift, as speeding from the bar, Turns her wheel the rapid car ; Soon, my friends, to cruel death, I, alas ! must yield my breath.
Soon dissolve, too soon, I must, Turn to undistinguished dust ; Do not then, when I am dead, Flowers, or wines, or odours shed.
Fruitless lore, superfluous care, Spare me now, what you can spare ; Rather in these present hours, Bring your odours, wines, and flow'rs. -
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Now, O Cupid, bind my hair Summon now the tender fair ! That before I'm doom'd to go, To the ghosts who sport below ; I may taste, with those that live, All the sports which life can give.
THE SYRENS AND ANTI-STRENS.
GLEE for Six Voices.
J. S. SMITH SYRENS.
O HAPPY man ! when youth reigns o'er thy hours, And strews the paths of life, with smiling flowers ; Learn the sweet fruit each season yields to prize. Who follows nature, he alone is wise.
ANTI-SYRENS.
Think not true pleasure plac'd in flow'ry fields, In transient joys, which fading beauty yields ; Far, far, from hence thy generous soul must rise, And gain, by virtuous deeds, th' immortal prize.
SYRENS. Who follows pleasure he alone is wise.
ANTI-SYRENS. Who follows virtue he is great and wise.
from Tasso.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT,
O YOUTH, thou morning of delight, Thy streams are clear, thy skies are bright :
And all thy scenes are gay. But soon thy sportive hours are gone, And mortals find they but forerun ;
Age, life's succeeding day. Youth, let me then, while yet I'm thine,
Thy pleasures all enjoy,
-Ere ages many frailties join ;
The blessing to destroy.
JRannie.
GLEE for Four Voices.
JOHN SPENCER, Esq. O TURN to Hebe's blooming shrine, Her nectar'd chalice still is thine ; Still dews of life her hand can show'r, To raise each tempest bending flow'r : He* angel smile can yet bestow, A sun-beam in the night of woe ; With her, if sorrows balm you seek, Her halcyon voice shall comfort speak.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT. — Pme, 1790. O voi cbe sospirate a miglior notti Ch' a- coltate d'amore, O dite in rime,
Pregate non mi sia piu sorda morte, Parto delle miserie E fin del pianto.
Metastasio.
GLEE for Five Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENB.
O MISTRESS mine ! where are you roaming ? O stay and hear, your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low ; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journies end in lovers meeting ; Ev'ry wise man's son doth know.
What is love ? 'tis not hereafter, Present mirth has present laughter 5
What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty, Then dont leave me, sweet and twenty ;
Youth's a season wont endure,
Shakspearc.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
NORRIS, M.B.
O'ER William's tomb, with silent grief opprest, Britannia mourns her hero now at rest ; Not tears alone, but praises too she gives, Due to the guardian of our laws and lives : Nor shall that laurel ever fade with years, Whose leaves are water'd with a nation's tears.
GLEE for Three Voices.
RAVENSCROFT,
OP all the brave birds that ever I see. The owl is the fairest in her degree ; For all the day long she sits in a tree, And when the night comes, away flies she :
Te whit, te whoo,
To whom drink'st thou ?
Sir Knave, to you !
This song is well sung I make you a vow, And he is a knave that drinketh now.
Nose, nose ; And who gave you that jolly red nose ?
Cinnamon and ginger,
Nutmeg and cloves, And that gave me this jolly red nose.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE. O ! WHAT can equal here below,
The life of us three brothers I The rising sigh of bursting woe, The balm of friendship smothers.
The stream of life so smoothly flows,
We scarcely feel it gliding ; No dang' rous wave the current knows ;
Our bark with harm betiding :
Nor anxious thought, nor teasing care,
Our peace of mind destroying ; The social glass we freely share ;
Thus doubly life enjoying.
In friendship's ties so firmly bound,
Misfortune's storms we weather, And ev-'ry blast that would confound ;
Unites us more together.
//. Read.
GLEE for Three Voices.
J. BATTISHILL,
OH, my Clarissa, thou cruel fair ! Bright as the morning, and soil as the air ; Fresher than flow'rs in May, Yet far more sweet than they : Love is the subject of my pray'r.
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TRIO.
(With a Double Accompaniment for the Piano Forte.)
R. J. S. STEVENS.
O STRIKE the harp in praise of my love, the lonely sun- beam of Dunscaith I—Strike the harp in praise of Bragela ! — She that I left in the isle of Mist, the spouse of Semo's son !— Strike the harp in praise of Bragela ! — Lovely, with her flowing hair, is the white bosom'd daughter of Sorglan ! — Strike the harp in praise of Bragela !
Qsrictn.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.
OF Britain's wooden walls be now my song, And may the glorious theme each day prolong ; If to my subject rose my soul, Their fame should last while oceans roll ; When other worlds in depths of time shall rjse, As we the Greeks of mighty name, May they Britannia's fleet proclaim ; Look up and read her story in the skies.
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GLEE for Fi?e Voices.
R.'J. S. STEVENS.
O THOU that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O sun ? Thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone : who can be a companion of thy course ? The oaks of the mountains fall : the mountains themselves decay with years : the ocean shrinks and grows again : the moon herself is lost in heaven : but thou art for ever the same; rejoicing in the brightness of thy course. When the world is dark with tempests ; when thunder rolls, and lightning flies ; thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. Thou art, perhaps, like me, for a season ; thy years will have an end ; thou shalt sleep in thy clouds, careless of the voice of the morning.
Ossian.
GLEE for Four Voices.
L. ATTERBURT.
OH thou, sweet bird ! that sits on some lone spray I Unseen, amid yon solitary grove, Fly to my love, and sing thy little lay, For lays like thine the hardest heart can move ; Sing, till all around her soft-< y'd pity play, Aud one responsive sigh breathe sympathizing love.
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GLEE for Four Voices*
Dr. COOKE.
O HEAR a pensive prisoner's pray V, for liberty who sighs, And never let thy heart be shut against a wretches cries ; If e'er thy breast with freedom glow'd, and spurn'd a
tyrant's chain, Let not thy strong oppressive force, a free-born mouse
detain. So may thy hospitable board with health and peace be
crown'd, And every charm of heart-felt ease, beneath thy roof be
found ; So when destruction lurks unseen, which men like mice
may share, May some kind angel clear thy path, and break the
hidden snare.
Mrs. Barbauld.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
The Air by CARTER. Harmonized by S. HARRISON. OH, Nanny ! wilt thou gang with me,
Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town ? Can silent glens have charms for thee ;
The lowly cot and russet gown ? No longer drest in silken sheen,
No longer deck'd with jewels rare ! Say can'st thou quit the busy scene ; "Where thou art fairest of the fair ?
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Arid when at last thy love shall die,
Wilt thou receive his parting breath ? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh ;
And cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou o'er his much lov'd clay,
Strew flowers, and drop the tender tear ; Nor then regret those scenes so gay ;
Where thou wert fairest of the fair.
Dr. Percy.
ANSWER TO THE ABOVE. GLEE for Four Voices.
W. KNYVETT.
JL ES, I will go with thee, my love, And leave all else without a sigh ; Through the wide world with thee I'd rove ; Nor feel a pang when thou art nigh.
No costly gems, no courtly scenes,
Have now the smallest charms for me ;
My heart to purer pleasure leans ; And all its joys depend on thee.
The lonely cot in desart drear,
The russet gown and frugal board. With greater pleasures far appear ;
Than all that luxuries ere afford.
The gay, the busy, glitt'ring throng,
And baneful flatt'ry Til resign, To courts and cities these belong ;
But not to truth and love like mine.
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ELEGY for Three Voices.
WM. JACKSON, Exon, ON a day, alack ! the day ! Love, whose month is ever May, Spy 'd a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air :
Thro' the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen, 'gan passage find ; That the lover, sick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
Air, (quoth he) thy cheeks may blow ; Would that I might triumph so ! But, alas ! my hand is sworn, Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn.
Vow, alack ! for youth unmeet, Youth so apt to pluck a sweet ; Do not call it sin in me, If I am forsworn for thee.
Thou, for whom e'en Jove would swear, Juno but an Ethiop were ; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love.
ShaJcspeare,
GLEE /or Three Voices.
THO. MOORE, Esq.
OH, lady fair, r^herc art thou roaming ? The sun is sunk, the night is coming. Stranger I go o'er moor and mountain, To tell roy beads at Agnes' fountain, And who's the man with his white locks flowing ? Oh, lady fair, where is he going ? A wand'ring pilgrim, weak, I falter ; To tell my beads at Agnes' altar. Chill falls the rain, night winds are blowing, Dreary and dark's the way we're going ; Fair lady rest till morning blushes, I'll strew for thee a bed of rushes. Oh, stranger! when my beads I'm counting, I'll bless thy name at Agnes' fountain. Then pilgrim turn, and rest thy sorrow, Thou'lt go to Agnes' shrine to-morrow. Good stranger when my beads I'm telling, My saint shall bless thy leafy dwelling : Strew then, O strew, our beds of rushes, Here we shall rest till morning blushes.
T. Moore, Esq.
GLEE for Three Voices.
SHIELD.
O HAPPY, happy, happy fair ! Your eyes are load-stars, and your tongue sweet air, More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.
Shakspcare* Q
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FAIRY GLEE for four Pokes.
WM. LINLEY, ON the down of a thistle I fly !
Whither, O whither ? To great Oberon's court, Where they say there's fine sport, So do I, so do I, so do I. And I prithee sprite let's go together.
And now, (beneath the broad oak's shade, Whose bow'rs the luscious woodbine braid) Our acorn cups of dew we quaff, And sport and sing, and jest and laugh : While many a zephyr perch'd on high, Pipes to our midnight revelry.
But hush ! I hear shrill chanticleer Before the barn-door wind his horn : And now from yonder field of corn
The lark salutes the day. And now the village clock strikes one.— Swift—the dance must swift be done. And e'er the sun can climb the hill
We must run round the globe,
And chace the night away. But when the nightingale repeats
His melancholy; strain, Perhaps in these belov'd retreats
We may rejoice again.
Charles Lefiley, Esq.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE.
OFTEN in Laura's breast I strove To plunge a dart quite full of love ; The dart, so stubborn is the fair, Repell'd as oft, was lost in air; " Tell me, sweet mother, tell me why " Laura can thus my pow'r defy ?" To Venus thus young Cupid cry'd, To him the goddess thus reply 'd : * Have you not seen a castle, boy,
' Elastic hung with wool-packs round, ' The cannon's wonted rage defy,
,« And make the threatening ball rebound ? c Thus, when you shoot at Laura's heart, < The springing bosom turns the dart. '
GLEE for Five Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT. OH, Love! how swift thy fairest prospects fade ?
Swift as the beauty of a vernal day : At morn the sun illumes the dewy glade,
And flow'rs, expanding, drink his orient ray. But soon it passes, chilling blasts arise,
The flow'rets droop, its lustre disappears ; And the light clouds, that glow'd with golden dyes,
Chang'd to black vapours, mourns its fate in tears.
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ODE TO MEMORY.
GLEE for Four Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS, 1748. O MEMORY ! celestial maid !
Who glean'st the flowerets crop'd by Time, And, suffering not a leaf to fade,
Preserv'st the blossoms of our prime ; Bring, bring those moments to my mind When life was new, and Lesbia kind.
And bring that garland to my sight
With which my favour'd crook she bound,
And bring that wreath of roses bright Which then my festive temples crown'd :
And to my raptur'd ear convey,
The gentle things she deign'd to say.
Shenstone.
MADRIGAL * for Five Voices.
s.
O SING unto mie roundelaie,
O droppe the brynie tear with me ;
Daunce ne moe, at hallie dai ;
Lycke a reynninge river be.
My love ys dedde gon to hys death bedde
Al under the willowe tree.
Chattertoris Poems
* This was a Candidate for the Prize Cup lately given by the Madrigal Society.
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GYPSIES' GLEE for Three Voices.
REEVES,
O WHO has seen the Miller's wife ? I, I, and kindled up new strife ; A shilling from her palm I took, Ere on the cross lines I could look.
Who, who's the Tanner's daughter seen ?
I, I, in quest of her have been ;
But as the Tanner was within,
'Twas hard t'scape him in whole skiu ;
From ev'ry place condemn'd to roam, In ev'ry place we seek a home : These branches form our summer roof, By thick-grown leaves made weather proof ;
In shelt'ring rocks and hollow ways, We cheerly pass our wintry days, Come circle round the gypsies' fire, Our songs our stories never tire ;
Come stain your checks with nut or berry, You'll find the gypsies' life is merry.
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ODE TO LIBERTY.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.
O LIBERTY ! thou goddess, heav'nly bright, Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight — Thee goddess ! thee Britannia's isle adores, For thee she joys to lavish all her stores. Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign, And smiling Plenty lead thy jocund train: Eas'd of her load, Subjection grows more light, And Poverty looks cheerful in thy sight. Thou mak'st the gloomy face of Nature gay, Giv'st beauty to the sun, and pleasure to the day. Thee, goddess ! Thee Britannia's isle adores, For thee her free-born sons exhaust their stores, And fight undaunted on the briny waves ; For Britons never, never, shall be slaves.
Addison.
CATCH for Three Voices.
J. DANBY.
OH ! let the merry peal go on, Proclaim how happy Jane's with John ; "W ith lasses gay, and lads elate, The loves and graces round them wait ; The love of John and Jane shall be my song, Of Jane and John the whole day long.
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GLEE for Three Voice*.
S. WEBBE. O COME O bella 1'ardor de vini,
Piu coral ini tuoi la bri fa, Bacco vi stilla, suave uraore,
D'un tal sapore che amor non ha, Bevil' O cara, quando ha la spuma,
Tal si costuma gustarlo qui, Cosi gridando 1'ama il francese,
Cheto Tlnglese 1'ama cosi. Ma cara luci voi non vedete,
Qual altra siete sui Tabri s(a, Aita il core ch' e tutto fuoco,
Et a poco a poco mancando va. Si bella Dori godiam che il giorno,
Presto e al ritorno presto al partir, Di giovanezza godiam il fiore,
Poi rultim' ore lasciam venir.
Rolli.
MADRIGAL for Free Voices.
ORLANDO GIBBONS, 1612.
OH that the learned poets of this time, Who, in a love-sick line, so well can speak, Would not consume good wit in hateful rhyme, But with deep care some better subject find ; For if their music please in earthly things, How would it sound if strung with heav'nly strings.
See Madrigals at the End.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.— -Pme, 1789. O THOU ! where'er (thie bones att rest)
Thie spryte to haunte delyghteth best, Whether on the blod-embrued playne,
Or where thou kenn'st from far
The dysmal crye of war,
Or seest some mountayne made of hepes of slayne ; Or fierie rounde the mynsterne glare ; Let Bristowe stille bee made thie care : Guarde itt frommc fomenne and consumynge fyre ;
Lyke Avon's streame encyrque itt rounde,
Ne lette a flame enharme the grounde, Tyll ynne one flame al the whole worlde expyre.
Chatterton.
ON A Mu sici A N'S TOMB. GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. HARRINGTON.
O THOU ! whose notes could oft remove The pangs of woe, or hapless love, Rest here ; distrest by cares no more, And taste such calm thou gav'st before : Sleep undisturbed within thy peaceful shrine, Till angels wake thee with such notes as thine.
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THE WISH OF A MAN OF REFLECTION — WRITTEN IN
LoNDOTf.
GLEE for P'tve Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
0 SNATCH me swift from these tempestuous scenes, To where life knows not w/hat distraction means ; To where religion, peace, and comfort dwell,
And cheer, with heartfelt rays, my lonely cell ; Yet, if it please thce best, thou pow'r supreme, My bark to drive thro' life's more rapid stream, If lowering storms my destin'd course attend, And ocean rages till my days shall end ; Let ocean rage, let storms indignant roar,
1 bow submissive, and resign'd adore.
Pleasing Reflections. — Published by G. Wright, 1788.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.
O NIGHT ! more pleasing than the brighest day, When fancy gives what absence takes away, And drest in all its visionary charms, Restores my fair deserter to my arms !
But when with day the sweet delusions fly, And all things wake to life and joy but 1 ; As if once more forsaken, I complain, And close my eyes, to dream of you again.
Anacrcon.
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ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE BIRTH-DAY OF THE LATE RT. HON. WILLIAM PITT.
ODE for Three Voices. Composed expressly for this Meeting by W. HA WES.
IF free from every foreign thrall, If happy, prosperous, blest with all
That freedom's son can claim ; Then ever on this honoured day, Let Britain heartfelt homage pay
To PITT'S illustrious name.
But say, what trophy shall we raise To speak our matchless patriot's praise,
And mark our grateful zeal ? His dying words shall best declare ; Remember, then, his dying prayer,
And guard his country's weal.
If by his great example taught, Unstain'd by one disloyal thought^
One base and selfish View : With generous ardour like his own, We rally round our Sovereign's throne,
To king and country true.
Though tyrants mark us for their prey, Though factions flatter to betray,
'Midst Europe's general gloom : His lofty spirit still alive, In Britain's glory shall survive,
And triumph from the tomb.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
W. KNYVETT.
O MY love's like a red red rose, That's newly sprung in June;
0 my love's like the melody That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonny lass,
So deep in love am I ! And I will love thce still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the sun ;
1 will love thec still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only ove,
And fare thee well, awhile, And i will come again, my love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
Burns? Poems.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE.— Prae, 1777, O COMES ye fair, while blooming May Is deck'd in all the pride of spring ! O come, and crown this festive day
With smiles, that charm us while we sing.
If beauty smiles no cares annoy,
Sweet music's pow'rs each bliss improve ;
Beauty is the source of ev'ry joy, And music is the food of love.
O Love ! thou parent of delight !
Whose magic soothes the savage mind ; By thee our passion's tuned,
Unite in harmony to bless mankind.
ROUND for Five Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
OP his right eye young Aeon is bereft, His sister, Leonella, of her left ; Either in beauty with the gods might vie, His or her loss could any means supply. Give her your eye, sweet boy, and gods both be, Blind Cupid thou, and lovely Venus she.
Translation*
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TRANSLATION.
MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
J. WJLBYE,
As matchless beauty thee a Phoenix proves, Fair Leonella, so thy sour-sweet loves : For when young Aeon's eye thy proud heart tame, Thou dy'st in him and livest in my flame.
Second Set) published by £ste, 1609.
GLEE for Three Voices.
J. S. SMITH.
O FANCY ! parent of the muse, Thy spirit o'er my soul diffuse ; Sometimes, sweet nymph, thy vot'ry lead To myrtle grove or fiow'ry mead : Where youths and soft ey'd virgins meet, And lightly trip with nimble feet ; Sometimes forsake the haunts of folly, To woo thee pensive Melancholy. Dejected maid ! with tearful eye, That loves to fold her arms and sigh ; At ev'ry season let mine ear, Thy powerful voice, O Fancy, hear. O'er all my list'ning passions reign, O'erwhelm my soul with joy or pain ; With terror shake, with pity move, Rouse with revenge, or melt with love.
fTarton.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE,
O GENTLE sleep ! O gentle sleep ! I cry'd, Why is thy gift alone to me deny'd ; Mildest of beings ! friend to ev'ry clime ! Where lies my error ? what has been my crime ? Beasts, birds, and cattle, feel thy balmy rod, The drowsy mountains wave and seems to nod ; The torrents cease to chide, the seas to roar, And the hush'd waves recline upon the shore.
.
GLEE for Five Voices.
WM. HORSLEY, M.B. ON a bank, beside a willow, Heav'n her covering, earth her pillow,
Sad Amynta sigh'd alone ; From the cheerless dawn of morning, 'Till the dews of night returning,
Singing thus, she made her moan : Hope is banish'd, joys are vanish'd, Damon my belov'd is gone.
Dryden.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M.B.
O SAD and watchful waits thy lover,
Whose fate depends upon a smile ; Who counts the weary minutes over,
And chides his fluttering heart the while.
Who, as the zephyrs softly blowing, From drooping flow' rets shake the dew ;
While down his cheek the tear is flowing, Sweet rose of beauty sighs for you.
Oh proud and madd'ning is the pleasure,
When to my eyes thy form appears ! Alidrest in Nature's winning treasure,
Of blushing hopes and graceful fears.
And while our bosom's wildly beating,
A thousand nameless raptures prove ; Our eyes in speechless transport meeting,
Shall love to gaze, and gaze to love.
Mrs. Robinsorfs Novel Wahingham.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Harmonized by WM. HAWCS,
O SAW ye my father ?
0 saw ye my mother ?
Or saw yc my true love, John ?
1 saw not your father,
J saw not your mother, But 1 saw your true love, John.
It's now ten at night,
And the stars gie no light, And the bells they ring ding dong.
He's met with some delay,
That causeth him to stay, But he will be here ere long.
Up Johnny rose, and
To the door he goes, And gently twirled the pin.
The lassie took the hint,
And to the door she went, And she let her true love in.
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GLEE for Five Voices*
W. HORSLEY, M.B.
O MAY I steal
Along the vale ; Of humble life, secure from foes ;
My friend sincere,
My j udgment clear, And gentle business may repose.
My mind be strong
To combat wrong, Grateful to heav'n for favours shewn,
Soft to complain
For others pain, And bold to triumph o'er my own.
Young's Ocean,
DUET.
MICHAEL WISE.
OLD Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles ; I'll tell you, young gentleman, what the fate's will is ; You, my boy,
Must go (The gods will have it so)
To the siege of Troy ; Thence never to return to Greece again, But before those walls to be slain.
Let not your noble courage be cast down ; But, all the while you lie before the town, Drink, and drive care away, drink and be merry ; You'll ne'er go the sooner to the Stygean ferry. *
R
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE,
O SACRED friendship ! heavVs delight !
Who, tir'd with man's unequal mind ; Took to thy native skies thy flight,
Where scarce thy shadow's left behind. From thee, diffusive good below,
Peace, and her train of joys, we trace ; But falsehood, with dissembled show,
Too oft usurps thy sacred place. Blest genius ! then resume thy seat, Destroy imposture and deceit,
Which in thy dress confound the ball ; Harmonious peace and truth renew, Shew the false friendship from the true,
Or nature must to chaos fall.
GLEE for Five Voices.
S. WEBBE. On ! sweetest of thy lovely race,
Unveil thy matchless charms ; Let me adore that angel face And fold thee in my arms ; Thy bosom let my tortures move, To grant the just returns of love.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT. On ! happy we, Attune to harmony, That with heart, hand, and voice, Thus united rejoice : Say, does the star from heav'n dropping, Or the wind, the pale rose cropping, Figure right the quick decline Of thy heart's friendship unto mine ?
Ah, no ! no ! no !
As violets blow,
Still fresh, and still pure
Shall our friendship endure ;
Nor shall the star from heav'n dropping,
Or the wind, the pale rose cropping,
Figure right the quick decline
Of thy heart's friendship unto mine.
24*
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
O YOUTH, thou morning of delight, Thy streams are clear, thy skies are bright,
And all thy scenes are gay ; But soon thy sportive hours are gone, And mortals find, they but forerun
Age, life's succeeding day. Youth, let me then, whil'st yet I'm thine,
Thy pleasures all enjoy, Ere age's many frailties join The blessings to destroy.
J. Rannie.
MADRIGAL for Free Voices.
WM. HORSLEY, M.B. O CRUEL Amarillis ! *O nymph ! more sweet and fair, Than fairest lillies are ;
Since speaking I offend,
Silent I'll seek my end,
But yet for me the hills, and ev'ry vale, shall loudly cry, Fountains shall weep for me, Hoarse winds to ev'ry tree, Shall tell my mournful tale. And in my cheek, all pale, Shall grief and pity speak ; And, should all other things be mute, My hapless end shall speak
My death, shall tell thee thou my heart didst break.
Gaurini's Pastor Fido.
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. GLEE for Four Voices.
J. S. SMITH.
O PAN! delight of nymphs and swains, Protector of Arcadian plains,
Who lead'st the frolic dance ; The laughing fair, who play the prude, But fly from theeto be pursued, Their favors to enhance.
They love thy rustic oaten reed,
They know thy vigor, force, and speed,
And feign a modest fear ; Our jocund strains shall swell for thee, And render, by their mirth and glee,
Thy name for ever dear.
GLEE for Three Voices.
WM. HAWES.
OH happy Albion ! blest beyond compare,
Think, grateful think, what blessings now you share !
Tho' discord raging thro' a jarring world,
Bids war's red banners still remain unfurFd,
Yet in the precincts of this sea-girt isle,
Domestic peace, and tranquil pleasures smile.
Miss Frances — From the Poem of the Rival Roses.
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MADRIGAL for Four Voices. Adapted to the Music of HUBERTO W AELRENT, 1590.
O'ER desert plains and rushy meers,
And withered heaths I rove ; Where tree, nor spire, nor cot appears,
I pass to meet my love.
But though my path were damask' d o'er
With beauties e'er so fine, My busy thoughts would fly before,
To fix alone on thine.
No fir-crown'd hills could give delight,
No palace please mine eye ; No pyramid's aerial height,
W here mould'ring monarchs lie.
TJnmov'd, should eastern kings advance,
Could I the pageant see ? Splendour might catch one scornful glance,
Not steal a thought from thee.
Shenstone.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Air by Mr. HOOK. Harmonized by J. B. SALE.
O LISTEN to the voice of love ! He calls my Daphne to the grove.
The primrose sweet bedecks the field, The tuneful birds invite to rove ;
To softer joys let splendor yield, O listen to the voice of love !
Where flowers their blooming sweets exhale,
My Daphne let us fondly stray ; Where whispering love breathes forth his tale,
And shepherds sing their artless lay.
Come share with me the sweets of spring, And leave the town's tumultuous noise ;
The happy swains all cheerful sing, And echo still repeats their joys.
Mrs. Hook.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M.B.
ON the high towering poplar thus swinging,
My lyre hung suspended at ease ; Thy strings at wild intervals ringing,
When swept by the breath of the breeze.
The blue vaults its full beauty displaying, Not a cloud the pure aether o'er shades,
And in sighs his soft wishes betraying, The green foliage fond zephyr invades.
Thus I leave thee to murmur and quiver,
As whispers the slow rising wind ; While here stretch'd on the banks of the river,
I repose in soft slumbers reclin'd.
From the Latin of Casimir Sobieski, by Mr. Heald.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT, O SHARE my cottage, dearest maid.
Beneath a mountain, wild and high ; It nestles in a secret glade,
And Wye's clear current wanders by.
Far from the city's vain parade,
No scornful brow shall here be seen ; No dull impertinence invade,
No envy base, nor sullen spleen.
The shadowy rocks which circle round, From storms shall guard our silvan cell ;
And there shall every joy be found, That loves in peaceful vales to dwell.
GLEE for Five Voices.
S. WEBBE.
JPiiETTY warbler, cease to hover, Pretty warbler, help a lover ; From thy joy a moment borrow, Tune thy music to my sorrow :
Join and answer when I mourn. To grieve alone is most tormenting ; ^H
There's a pleasure in lamenting
My complaint, if you return.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
BAILDON. JTRITHEE, friend, fill t'other pipe,
Fie ! for shame ! don't let us part ; Just -when wit is brisk and ripe,
Rais'd by wine's all-powerful art. None but fools would thus retire
To their drowsy sleepy bed ; Drawer, heap with coals the fire,
Bring us t'other flask of red. Foot to foot then let us drink,
Till things double to our view, Pleasure then 'twill be to think,
One full bumper looks like two : Fill, my friend, then fill your glass,
"Why should we at cares repine ? Misery crowns the sober ass,
Happiness^ the man of wine !
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. DANBY,
Bibere ad sanitatem, Quam colere pulchritudinem : Nam bibendo, quiescit animus Sed amando, sit inquietas.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT, M.B. ]PEACE to the souls of the heroes, Their deeds were great in fight ; Let them ride around me on clouds. Let them shew their features in war ; My soul then shall be firm in danger, And mine arm like the thunder of heav'n : But be thou on a moon-beam, O Morna, Near the window of my rest, When my thoughts are of peace, When the din of arms is past.
Ossian.
GLEE for Five Voices.
Dr. ARNE. JLOCULUM elevatum, Quod nobis est pergratum ; Poculum elevatissimum ; Quod nobis est pergratissimum ; Bibamus ! Bibe, totum extra, Nil manet intra.
Hoc est bonum in visceribus meis, Hoc est bonum in visceribus tuis ; Et nos consequimur laudes tuas.' O Quam bonum est ! O Quam jucundum est ! Poculis fraternis gaudere.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
R. J« S. STEVENS. clouds away,
And welcome day, With night we banish sorrow ;
Sweet air, blow soft,
Larks, mount aloft, To give my love good-morrow.
Wings from the wind
To please her mind, Notes from the lark I'll borrow ;
Bird, prune thy wing,
Nightingale, sing, To give my love good -morrow ! Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Wake from thy nest,
Robin red-breast, Sing, birds, in ev'ry furrow ;
And from each hill,
Let music shrill Give my fair love good-morrow !
Blackbird and thrush, NIn ev'ry bush,. Linnet, and cock sparrow ;
You pretty elves,
Among yourselves, To give my love good-morrow, Sing, birds, in ev'ry furrow.
11 ey wood.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS.
PIUTHEE, foolish boy, give o'er,
Cease thy bosom to torment ; Prithee, sigh and whine no more,
Come with me and taste content. Love's a foe of thine and mine, Let us drown the god in wine.
Stella's fairer shape and eyes,
Charms too lovely to behold : Let us seek, to crown our joys,
Where the best champaign is sold.
Love's a foe, &c.
Leave the silly gaudy train,
And believe me, when I say : All the joys they give are vain,
Leave them then and come away.
Love's a foe, &c.
Sung at Marble-bone Gardens,
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ODE TO MAV.
Earl of MORNINGTON, JLALE April, with her childish eye. Alike prepar'd to laugh or cry, Ail unlamented hies away, And leaves the world for Love and May. Lo Maia comes ! fair queen of blooms ! Scattering around her choice perfumes ; Lo she comes ! and leads her train, With songs and dances o'er the plain. Cupid there, the wanton boy, "With ev'ry grace, and ev'ry joy ; And rosy health, and gay desire, And zephyrs breathing am'rous fire : See they frolic, hark ! they say, Happy mortals ! hail the May.
ODE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE,
JPniTHEE fill me the glass,
Till it laugh in my face, With all that is potent and mellow ;
He that whines for a lass,
Is an ignorant ass, For a bumper has not its fellow.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
J. M. HARRIS. JLEACE to the manes of the dead !
Who in Iberia's cause have perished ; To heav'n their mighty souls are fled, By heroes wept, by mem'ry cherished.
Their deeds, immortal, ne'er can die,
Since history will record their fame ; Her page will make e'en cowards sigh,
To gain a glorious, deathless name.
Honour shall smile to find her rights,
By liberty's brave sons asserted ; And virtue shine, with purer light,
To see the tyrant's threats averted.
_ Henry Cutler.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Air by STORAGE. Harmonized by S. HARRISON. JLEACEFUL slumb'ring on the ocean,
Seamen fear no dangers nigh ; The winds and waves in gentle motion, Sooth them with a lullaby.
Is the wind tempestuous blowing ?
Still no danger they descry ; The guileless heart, its boon bestowing,
Soothes them with its lullaby.
Cobb.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Harmonized by S. WEBBE, Jun. ILRAY, goody, please to moderate the rancour of your
tongue,
Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes ? Remember when the judgment's weak the prejudice is
strong, A stranger why will you despise ?
Ply me, try me, Prove, e'er you deny me, If you cast me off, you blast me, Never more to rise.
The Air taken from the French Opera of the Village Conjurer by Rousseau.
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. DANBV
of joy and dimpled pleasure, Thou, whose looks delightful charm ; Leader of each sprightly measure, Raising mirth's emotions warm.
Around thy form the frisking sports,
In antic gesture wildly move ; Within thy loud rebounding courts,
Thy noisy sons of revel rove.
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To THE MOON.
GLEE for Four Voices.
HlNDLE.
of the silver bow ! by thy pale beam,
Alone and pensive, I delight to stray ; And watch thy shadows trembling in the stream,
Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy way. Still while I gaze, thy mild and placid light
Sheds a soft calm upon ray troubled breast ; And oft I think, fair planet of the night,
That in thy orb the wretched may have rest. The suft'rers of the earth, perhaps, may go,
Released by death, to thy benignant sphere ; And the sad children of despair and woe,
Forget in thee their cup of sorrow here. O ! that I soon may reach thy world serene, Poor wearied pilgrim in this toiling scene.
Charlotte Smith.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
SirG.T. SMART, of the Skies ! who silver' st wide This dreary world, with glory's sea, Roll from thy orb the radiant tide, And pour thy lucid stream on me.
Here, muffled dark in horrors dread,
I bow to sacred Love's command ; While anguish clasps my aching head,
And terror chills with palsied hand.
O hear— O guide these Vilder'd feet
To where my lov'd Hedallun stays ! Give me his long-lost form to meet —
To light his eyes with fond amaze !
Give him— O ere with life he part — Give him, to lull these wild alarms —
Once more to soothe this dying heart- Once more to bless his Melna's arms !
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THE MALTESE MARINERS' HYMN, For Three Voices.
G. M. SLATTER. And for Five Voices.
RT. COOK.E.
of the seas ! ordain'd to prove Our dear Redeemer's filial love, Bend from thy starry throne, O beata Virgine !
Whene'er the beating tempest roars, O give fresh vigour to our oars, That we secure may reach our shores, O beata Virgine !
Whene'er the rolling billows sleep, And zephyrs fan the level deep, Chant we, while all due measure keep, O beata Virgine !
Ye white-cross-knights, the sacred train, Look from your tow'rs that shade the main, Repeat, repeat, repeat, the strain, O beata Virgine !
Dr. Kett.
260
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. S. SMITH.— Prize, 1777. JL\L.ETURN, blest days ! return, ye laughing hours !
Which led me up the roseate steep of youth ; Which strew'd my simple path with vernal flow'rs,
And bade me court chaste science and fair truth. Witness, ye winged daughters of the year,
If e'er a sigh, had learnt to heave my breast, If e'er my cheek was conscious of a tear,
Till Cynthia came, and robb'd my soul of rest. So soft, so delicate, so sweet she came,
Youth's damask glow just dawning on her cheek ; 1 gaz'd, I sigh'd, I caught the tender flame,
Felt the fond pang, and droop'd with passion weak,
Dr. Percy.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE — Pme, 1777. IR/isE, my joy ! sweet mirth attend, I'm resolv'd to be thy friend ; Sneaking Phoebus hides his head, He's with Thetis gone to bed : Tho' he will not on me shine, Still there's brightness in the wine ; From Bacchus I'll such lustre borrow, My face shall be a sun to-morrow.
S. Webbe.
261
MADRIGAL /or Four Voices.
HUTCHINSON,
JR/ETURN, return, my lovely maid,
For summer's pleasures pass away ; The trees' green liv'ries 'gin to fade,
And Flora's treasures all decay. No more, at ev'n-tidc, waileth sweet
Sad Philomel the woods among Nor lark the rising morn doth greet :
Return, my love, thou stay'st too long.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. PAXTON.— Prize, 1781. JR/ouND the hapless Andre's urn Be the Cyprus foliage spread ; Fragrant spice profusely burn, Honours grateful to the dead.
Let a soldier's manly form,
Guard the vase his ashes bears ; Truth, in living sorrow warm,
Pay a mourning nation's tears.
Fame, his praise upon thy wing,
Thro' the world dispersing tell, In the service of his king,
In his country's cause he fell.
Miss Seward.
262
GLEE for Five Voices.
J. DANBY,
KOSY finger'd goddess rise. Fair Aurora, mount the skies ; Leave, O leave, your chrystal bed, Deck'd with coral beauteous red ; From each bush the feather 'd choir, Warbling sweet, new joys inspire ; Warbling sweet, each myrtle grove Returns to meet the god of love : Come then, shepherds, come away ! Come, ye damsels, fair and gay ; Release your herds and snowy sheep, That they the pearly dew may sip : More grateful to the thirsty flocks Than to Narciss' his golden locks. Come, ere Sol's effervent beams Parch the fields, or heat the streams ; Clad each in his best array, We'll celebrate this holiday ; Dancing, music, cheerful song, Shall the fleeting hours prolong.
263
GLEE for Four Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M.B.
RETIRE, my love, for it is night,
And the dark winds sigh in thy hair !
Retire, my love, retire to the hall of my feasts ;
Cease a little while, O wind !
Stream, be thou silent awhile !
Let my steps be heard on the heath :
My love is fairer than the light,
More pleasant than the gale of the hill,
Which sighs on the hunter's ear.
Qssian*
GLEE for Three Voices.
RT. COOKE, IRouND thy pillow cherubs smiling,
Sooth thy wearied limbs to rest ;
Sweetest dreams each sense beguiling,
Fill with bliss thy gentle breast,
Wake to innocence and pleasure,
Virtue's meed, without alloy ; Till beyond all earthly measure,
Heav'u shall fill thy cup with joy.
264
GLEE for Three Voices.
T. ATTWOOD.
]R,isE to the battle, my thousands ! Gather round the bright-steel of your king ! Strong as the rocks of my land, That meet the storm with joy, And stretch their dark woods to the -wind.
Ossian.
GLEE for Five Voices.
S. WEBBE.
SISTER of Phoebus, gentle queen, Of aspect mild, and ray serene, Whose friendly beams by night appear, The lonely traveller to cheer ! Attractive power ! whose mighty sway The ocean's swelling waves obey, And, mounting upward, seem to raise, A liquid altar to thy praise : Thee, withered hags, at midnight hour, Invoke to their infernal bow'r : But I to no such horrid rite, Sweet queen, implore thy sacred light ; Nor seek, while all but lovers sleep, To rob the miser's treasur'd heap : Thy kindly beams alone impart, To find the youth who stole my heart, And guide me from thy silver throne, To steal his heart, or find my own.
Mrs. Peckard.
265
GLEE for Five Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS.
S IGH no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be, you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe
To hey, nony, nony.
Sing no more ditties, ladies, sing no more,
Of dumps so dull and heavy ; The frauds of men were ever so,
Since summer first was leafy.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe x
To hey, nony, nony.
Shakspeare.
266
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. ARNE.
SWEET Muse ! inspire thy suppliant bard, Heroic ardour to record. Jn vain the fervent pray'r I move, Hark ! ev'ry echo whispers Love ! I'll raise the theme to acts renown'd — Ah ! no — 'tis Love — no other sound ! Farewell then, Patriot — Hero — King ! My Muse of nought but love can sing.
From Anacreon.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE,— Prize, 1788, SWIFTLY from the mountain's brow,
Shadows, nurs'd by night, retire ! And the peeping sun-beams now Paint with gold the village spire.
Sweet, O sweet ! the warbling throng
On the white emblossom'd spray ; Nature's universal song
Echoes to the rising day.
Cunningham.
267
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.
SINCE harmony deigns with her vot'ries to dwell, Exalt ev'ry voice, and each note loudly swell ; Intreat her to visit us here ev'ry night, And thus by her presence diffuse new delight ; And since she such mirth and such pleasure can bring, Let us Ib Pcean repeatedly sing.
GLEE for Four Voices.
FORD, 1620. SINCE first t saw your face I rfisolv'd
To honour and renown you ; If now I be disdain'd, I wish
My heart had never known you : What I that lov'd, and you that lik'd,
Shall we begin to wrangle ? No, no, no ! my heart is fast,
And cannot disentangle.
The sun whose beams most glorious are,
Rejecteth no beholder, And your sweet beauty past compare,
Made my poor eyes the bolder. Where beauty moves, and wit delights,
And signs of kindness bind me ; There, O there ! where'er I go,
I'll leave my heart behind me.
268
GLEE for Four Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M.B
SEE the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth ! Each that draws is a swan, or a dove.
And well the car Love guideth. As she goes, all hearts do duty Unto her beauty ;
And, enamour'd, do wish so they might But enjoy such a sight, That they still were to run by her side, Thro' swords, thro' seas, whither she wou'd ride.
Have you seen but a bright lilly grow,
Before rude hands have pluck't it ? Ha' you mark'd but the fall o'the snow,
Before the soil has smutch'd it ? Ha' you felt the wool of the beaver, Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o'the bud o'the briar, Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white ! O so soft ! O so sweet is she !
Ben Jonson.
269
GLEE for Four Voices.
C. S. EVANS.
SAY, mighty love, and teach ray song", To whom thy sweetest joys belong,
And who the happy pairs ; Whose yielding hearts and joining hands, Find blessings twisted with their bands,
To soften all their cares.
Now the mad tribe that hell inspires, With wanton flames those raging fires,
The purer bliss destroy ; On Etna's top let furies wed, And sheets of lightening deck their bed,
To improve the burning joy.
Two kindred souls alone must meet, 'Tis friendship makes the bondage sweet,
And feeds their mutual loves ; Bright Venus on her rolling throne, Is drawn by gentlest birds alone,
And Cupids yoke the doves.
Dr. Watts,
270
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. S. SMITH,
SLEEP, sleep, poor youth ! sleep, sleep in peace !
Reliev'd from love, and mortal care ; WhiFst we that pine in life's disease,
Uncertain blest, less happy are.
Couch'd in the dark and dismal grave,
No ills of fate thou now canst fear ; In vain would tyrant power enslave,
Or scornful beauty be severe.
Wars that do fatal storms disperse,
Far from thy happy mansions keep ; Earthquakes that shake the universe.
Can't rock thee into sounder sleep.
Past is the fear of future doubt,
The sun is from the dial gone ; The sands are sunk, the glass is out,
The folly of the farce is done.
Tom Durfey's Pills to Purge Melancholy.
271
GLEE for Five Voices.,
R. J. S. STEVENS.
SOME of my heroes are low," I hear the sound of death on the harp. Bid the sorrow rise ; that their spirits may fly with joy to Morven's woody hills ; •" bend for- ward from your clouds," ghosts of my fathers ; bend ! Layby the red terror of your course, receive the falling chief; whether he comes from a distant land, or rises from the rolling sea. And oh ! let his countenance be lovely, that his friends may delight in his presence. Bend forward from your clouds, " ghosts of my fathers," bend!
Ossian.
GLEE for Five Voices.
Dr. COOKE. SOPHROSYNE,* thou guard unseen,
Whose delicate controul Can turn the discord of chagrin. To harmony of soul.
Above the lyre, the lute above,
Be mine thy melting tone, Which makes the peace of all we love,
The basis of our own.
Wm. Hayley, Esq.
* Euphrosyue.
; 272
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. DANBY.
SWEET thrush ! that makes the vernal year Sweetrr than Flora can appear; As Philomel attends thy lay, She envies the return of day. The tuneful lyre and swelling flute, At thy rich warbling shall be mute ; Vocal Minstrel ! thy soft lay Treasures up, and ends the May ; Hark ! how the blackbird woos his love. The skill'd musician of the grove ; On thorn, as perch'd, he nobly sings, A cadence for the best of kings ; Sublime and soft, gay and serene, A virginal to hail a queen : Nature's music thus improves. All the graces and the loves.
GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE.
SURLY Giles's old cat was shut out of the house ; Howsheplagu'd him all night,without catching a mouse! With her mew, sick to death, surly Giles rose in haste, And vow'd that no longer his moments he'd waste ; So he took up a stick, as he jump'd out of bed, And swore he would knock the old cat o'the head.
Dr. Callcott.
273
GLEE for Four Voices. ,
Mr.- WM. LINLEY, SWEET Echo! sleeps thy vocal shell, Where the high arch o'erhangs the dell ; Where Tweed, with sun reflecting streams, Chequers thy rocks with dancing beams ?
Here may no clamours harsh intrude, No brawling hound or clarion rude ; Here no fell beast at midnight prowl, And teach thy tortured cliffs to howl.
Be thine to pour these vales among Some artless shepherd's ev'ning song, Whilst night's sad bird, on some lone spray, Responsive listens to thy lay.
Or if, like me, some love-lorn maid, Should sing her sorrows to the shade, Oh ! soothe her breast, ye rocks around, With softest sympathy of sound.
Dr. Darwyn.
274
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. S. SMITH.
STAY, shepherd, stay ! I prithee stay ! Did not you see her go this way ? Where can she be ! can you not guess ? Alas ! I've lost my shepherdess !
I fear some satyr has bet ray 'd,
My wand'ring nymph out of the shade ;
Oh ! woe is me ! I am undone,
For, in the shade, she was my sun.
The pink, the violet, and the rbse, Strive to salute her as she goes ; Nay, be content to kiss her shoe, The primrose, and the daisie too.
Oh ! woe is me ! what must I do ? Or whom must I complain unto ? Methinks the vallies cry, forbear, And sighing say, she is not here.
* Oh ! what shall I, unhappy, do ? Or whom must I complain unto ? Where may she be, can you not guess, Where I may find my shepherdess ?
Carew.
* This Verse not in the Glee.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
R. SPOFFORTH. — Prize, 1793, PEE, smiling from the rosy east,
The harbinger of day Pours, with majestic lustre dress'd,
The treasures of his ray : No more her charms Aurora shrouds Behind the sullen veil of clouds ; But sheds profuse her animating pow'rs, And from their wint'ry sleep, awakes the flow'rs.
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
JOHN WILBYE.— 1609.
SWEET honey sucking bees! why do you still
Surfeit on roses, pinks, and violets ? As if the choicest nectar lay in them
Wherewith ye store your curious cabinets.
Ah ! make your flight to Mellisuavia's lip, There may ye revel in ambrosian cheer ;
Where smiling roses and sweet lilies sit, Keeping their spring-tide graces all the year.
Yet, sweet, take heed ! all sweets are hard to get, Sting not her soft lips ; O beware of that !
For if one flaming dart comes from her eye, Was never dart so sharp ; ah, then you die !
276
ROUND for Three Voices.
L. ATTERBURY
SWEET enslaver can you tell, How I learn'd to love so well ? In the morning when I rise, Jf the sunshine strike mine eyes, All that pleases in his view Is my hope to look on you.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE, Jun.
SWEET stream, that winds thro' yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid ; Silent and pure she glides along, Far from the world's gay busy throng : With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destin'd course ; Graces attend on all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes.
Lydia Piggott.
277
GLEE for Four Voices.
WM. KNYVETT.
SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind, Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o'Lang Syne ? For auld Lang Syne, my dear.
For auld Lang Syne, We'll tak' a cup of kindness yet
For auld Lang Syne.
CHORUS. For auld Lang Syne, my dear, &c.
We twa hae' run about the braesr
And pu'd the gowans fine, But we've wander'd mony a weary foot,
Sin' auld Lang Syne.
CHORUS. For auld Lang Syne, my dear, &c.
We twa hae' paidlet in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine, And we'll tak' a cup o'kindness yet^ For auld Lang Syne.
CHORUS. For auld Lang Syne, my dear, &c.
From an Old MS. in G. Thompson's Possession. — See Scotch Songs.
278
MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
LUCA MARENZIO.
feo saith my fair and beautiful Lycoris,
When now and then she talketh
With me of love.
Love is a sprite that walketh,
That soars and flies,
And none alive can hold him.
Nor touch him, nor behold him ;
Yet when her eyes she turneth,
I spy where he sojourneth,
In her eyes
There he flies,
But none can catch him,
Till from her lips he fetch him.
From the Musica Transalpine 1599.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. Co ORE. SWEET nymph ! for thee I twin'd those flow'rs,
Which you so scoff at with disdain ;
Let Flora's gifts these May^born hours.
Plead both my passion and my pain.
O come, ye Muses, to my aid,
Breathe tender notes, my voice inspire !
For music may obtain the maid, And melt her heart to soft desire.
Griffiths.
279
GLEE for Three yokes.
Dr. COOKE.
STAY, lovely Laura ! let us sit and play, While Phoebus hurries on the sultry day, Let us the whispering pines' cool shade enjoy : How soft they murmur as the zephyrs' sigh ! While the brook, bubbling to my pipe's soft charms, Shall woo some gentle vision to thy arms.
Birch.
GLEE for Three Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS.
SEND back my long-stray'd eyes to me, Which, oh ! too long have dwelt on thee ; But if from you they've learn'd such ill, To sweetly smile, And then beguile, Keep the deceivers, keep them still.
Send home my harmless heart again, Which no unworthy thought could stain ; But if it has been taught by thine,
To forfeit both
Its word and oath, Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine.
Suckling. — Altered by Dr. Donne.
280
THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION.
GLEE for Four Voices.
, C.S.EVANS. SHALL I, wasting in despayre, Dye because a woman's fayre ? Shall my cheeks look pale, with care, Because another's rosy are ? Bee shee fayrer than the daye, Or the flowerye meades in Maye ; If she think not well of mee, What care I howe fayre shee bee.
Bee shee good, or kind, or fayre, I will never more despayre ; If shee love mee, this believe, I will dye ere shee shall grieve : Jf she slight mee when I woo ; I will scorn and let her goe ; If shee bee not made for mee, What care I for whome shee bee.
George Withers,
GLEE for Three Voices.
WM. SHIELD.
SHOULD mirth be observ'd by her sons to decline, They recruit her bright lamp with a flask of good wine ; When the glass circles round and our spirits improve, How sweet flows the bumper to friendship and love.
Sir Henry Bate Dudley'.
281
GLEE for Three Voices. S. WEBBE and Dr. CALLCOTT.— -Prize, 1792. SEE ! with ivy chaplet bound. And wreaths of vernal roses crown'd, Bacchus comes, and brings along Blooming mirth and cheerful song. But, ah ! no myrtle there is seen, No laurel spreads a lasting green ! Say, does Apollo fly the train ? Or lovely Venus, wine disdain ? Behold the Muses now appear, And willing beauty sighs sincere ; Happier far than gods above, We fill to Harmony and Love ; Happier far than men below. Now with sparkling wine we glow : Happier still our lot shall be, Blest with these and Liberty.
MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
WILBYE, 1609. STAY, Corydon, thou swain,
Talk not so soon of dying, WhatYho' thy heart be slain,
What tho' thy love be flying; She threatens thee but dares not strike, Thy nymph is light and shadow like ; For if thou follow her
She'll fly from thee, But if thou fly from her
She'll follow thee.
282
REQUIEM for Four Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS. SAINTS and angels hear our strains.
From purging fire her soul convey ; And waft it to those blest domains. Where smiling joy feels no decay.
Miss Starke.
GLEE for Five Voices.
C. SMITH.
SPRING returns with aspect mild, Violets crown'd her loveliest child ; Now again the ruddy thorn, Glitters with the dew of morn. Buzzing round sweet cowslip bells, Bees suck nectar from their cells ; The vivid flash from beauties eye, When tell-tale love is lurking by ; The pleading look, the starting tear, That parting lovers often wear ; The balmy kiss, the gentle sigh Escaping, yet it knew not why : All hail ! the lovely bloom of op'ning spring ! While Cupid's arrow flutters from its wing.
Mr. Latham.
283
GLEE for Three Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS, SHE is faithless and I am undone,
Ye that witness the woes I endure, Let reason instruct you to shun,
What it cannot instruct you to cure.
Beware how you loiter in vain,
Amid nymphs of an higher degree ; It is not for me to explain,
How fair and how fickle they be.
0 ye woods ! spread your branches apace, To your deepest recesses I fly ;
1 would hide with the beasts of the chase, I would vanish from ev'ry eye.
Yet my reed shall resound thro' the grove, With the same sad complaint it begun ;
How she smil'd, and I could not but love, She is faithless and I am undone.
Shenstone.
284
GLEE for Four Voices.
RT. COOKE.
SWEET warbling bird with dulcet note,
To Sapho's breast repair ; There be thy captive woes forgot,
The loves are nested there.
And while thy strains thy tales impart,
Let this their burden be ; The pangs which rend ray master's heart,
Are all for love of thee.
If purest love thy little heart e'er knew,
Or if thy artless pipe e'er strove thy feather'd mate to woo ;
Then for me thy dulcet note display,
And my fond Muse shall ever bless thy lay.
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
J. BENNET, 1590, & FERRETTI, 1588. So gracious is thy sweet self, so fair, so framed, That whoso see's thee, without a heart enflamed, Either he lives not, Or Love's delight he knows not.
285
ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE.
GLEE for Four Voices.
WM. HORSLEY, M.B. SWEET poet of the woods ! a long adieu !
Farewell, soft minstrel of the early year ! Ah ! 'twill be long ere thou shalt sing anew,
And pour thy music on the night's dull ear. Whether on spring thy wand' ring flights await,
Or whether silent in our groves you dwell,
The pensive muse shall own thee for her mate,
And still protect the song she loves so well.
Charlotte Smith.
ENJOYMENT. DUET.
SINCE I'm born a mortal man, And my being's but a span ; 'Tis a march that I must make, 'Tis a journey I must take : That is past I know too well ; \Vhat is future who can tell ? Teazing care, then set me free, What have I to do with tliee ? All my short liv'd hours shall shine Thus replete with mirth and wine.
S. WEBBE.
Anacreon.
286
GLEE for Five Voices.
RT. COOKE.
SOME feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek It would not stain an angel's cheek ; 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head.
W. Scott' s Lady of the Lake.
GLEE for Five Voices.
T. WELSH,
SOFT and sweet, yon blushing rose In the dancing sun-beam glows ; And, on its rich and crimson vest, I see the sparkling dew-drop rest.
Thou art fairer than this flower, Sweeter than the fragrant bower ; But on thy neck no gems appear, No drop of pity sparkles there.
Ah ! could I on thy beauteous bosom, Like dew, upon the rosy blossom, But for a little moment see One drop of pity shed for me !
287
GLEE for Four Voices.
Harmonized by T. GREATOREX. SHEPHERDS, I have lost my love,
Have you seen my Anna ? Pride of ev'ry shady grove, Upon the banks of Banna.
I, for her, my home forsook,
Near yon misty mountain ; Left my flock, my pipe, my crook,
Green wood, shade, and fountain.
Never shall I see them more
Until her returning ; All the joys of life are o'er,
From gladness chang'd to mourning.
Whither is my charmer flown,
Shepherds tell me whither ? Ah ! woe is me, perhaps she's gone
For ever and for ever !
288
GLEE for Five Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS, SAD winter pass'd, the leafless grove
Again revives with vernal hue ; Hush'd is the storm that lately strove, Mild ev'ning sheds her silent dew.
The sun returns with genial ray,
O'er earth the scatter'd seeds are sown ;
Fond Hope anticipates her day,
And smiles o'er harvests yet unknown;
Philanthropy thy heav'nly ray,
Alike dispelling winter's gloom ; Shall to the virtues life convey,
And rouse them from their early tomb.
Won by the strain thy precepts pour,
Thy pupils emulous shall grow ; Till reason her full light restore,
And joy exult o'er pining woe. ,
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GLEE for Three Voices.
T. ATTWOOD. SEE ! o'er the hills the mists retire,
And stronger grow the beams of day ; Mark ! how the flocks wind o'er their browf
In vain to shun the scorching ray. Homeward we trudge — with grateful breasf, And wish our bleeding land at rest !
Merry should the peasant be, Child of health and labour he ! Nature still with fav'ring smile Warms his heart and sweetens toil ; Rustic forms arid souls of glee, Merry peasants we will be !
We the purest love can find — Faithful vows as well as kind : Lightly then trip life away, Singing love's sweet roundelay : Nature wills we should be free, Merry peasants we will be !
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
GIOVANNI, FERETTI 1580. Si AT 'avertiti, O ! voi cortesi amanti, Se volet alle donn' esser voi cari Habbiate pur in man spesso dannari.
U
290
SICILIAN MARINERS' HYMN,
For five Voices and Chorus. © SANCTISSIMA! O piissima ! Dulcis Virgo Maria ! Mater amata Interaerata, Ora pro nobis.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Lord MORNINGTON, SWEET object of the zephyr's kiss, Come rose, come courted to my bow'r : Queen of the banks, the garden's bliss, Come and abash yon tawdry flow'r. Why call us to revokeless doom, With grief the op'ning buds reply, Not suffer'd to extend our bloom ; Scarce born, alas ! before we die. Man having past appointed years, Ours are but days, the scene must close ; And when fate's messenger appears, WThat is he but a wither'd rose.
291
CATCH for Four Voices.
PURCELL.
SOLDIER, soldier fake off thy wine, And shake thy locks as I shake mine ; How can I my poor locks shake, That have but ten hairs on my pate ! And one of them must go for tythe, So there remains but four and five ; Four and five, and that makes nine, Then take off your drink as I take mine.
GLEE for Four Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS.— Prize, 1782. SEE what horrid tempests rise, And contract the clouded skies ! Snows and showers fill the air, And bring down the atmosphere. Hark ! what tempests sweep the floods, How they shake the rattling woods ! Let us while it's in our pow'r, Let us seize the fleeting hour. While our cheeks are fresh and gay, Let us drive old age away : Then let joy and mirth be thine. Mirthful songs and joyous wine ! And with converse blithe and gay, Drive all gloomy cares away.
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SPIRIT SCENE (From the Lay of the Last Minstrel.)
Dr. J. CLARKE, Is it the roar of Teviot's tide, That chafes against .the Scawe's red side ? Is it the wind that swings the oaks ! Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be, the heavy sound. That moans old Branksoroe's turrets round ? From the sound of Teviot's tide, Chasing down the mountain's side ; From the groan of the wind-swung oak, From the sullen echo of the rock ; From the voice of the coming storm
The lady knew it well ! It was the spirit of the flood that spoke,
And he call'd on the spirit of the fell.
River Spirit. Sleepest thou, brother ?
Mountain Spirit.
Brother, nay,
On my hills the moon-beams play — From Craik Cross to Skelf Hill pen ; By ev'ry rill in ev'ry glen, Merry, merry elves their morrice pacing,
To aerial minstrelsy, Emerald rings on brown heath tracing,
Trip it deft and merrily. Up and mark their nimble feet ; Up and list their music sweet.
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River Spirit. Tears of an imprisoned maiden,
Mix with my polluted stream ; Margaret of Branksome, sorrow laden,
Mourns beneath the moon's pale beam. Tell me, thou who viewest the stars, When shall cease these feudal jars ? What shall be the maiden's fate ? Who shall be the maiden's mate ?
Mountain Spirit.
Arthur's slow wain his course doth roll, In utter darkness round the pole ; The northern bear lowers black and grim ; Orion's studded belt is dim : Twinkling faint, and distant far, , Schimmers through mist each planet star :
111 may I read Iheir high decree, But no kind influence deign thy shower, On Teviot's tide and Brariksome's tower, Till pride be quell'd and love be free.
QUARTET.
Th' unearthly voices ceast And the heavy sound was still ; It died on the river's breast, It died on the side of the hill.
Walter Scott,
294
HARMONISTS' GLEE, for Three Yokes and Chorus.
R. J. S. STEVENS.
SOBER lay and mirthful glee, Harmony, belong to thee ! Thou, with more than chymic art, From each fibre of the heart Can'st extract the sigh at will, And the liquid tear distil : Or its joyful impulse speak, Dancing on the dimpled cheek. Goddess ! at this festive hour, Rich libations will we pour
Of rosy wine !
Thou can'st sheath the crimson'd steel, Bid the soul for others feel ; Cupids, as they wanton round, In thy fragrant wreaths are bound : Hymen's torch of haliow'd light Draws from thee its lustre bright : Friendship's transports spring from thee, Sister sweet of Sympathy ! Goddess! at this festive hour, Rich libations will we pour
Of rosy wine !
295
O descend, angelic maid ! In celestial white array 'd, With tresses fair, which mi.srht become The proudest threads of Pallas' loom ; In thy olive chaplet twin'd, Flowing gracefully behind. Sweetly sound thy silver lyre ! Touch the chord ! thy sons inspire ! Goddess ! at this festive hour, Rich libations will we pour
Of rosy wine!
Samuel Birch,
GLEE for Four Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M.B. SLOW ! fresh font ! keep time with my salt tears,
O slower yet, O fainter gentle springs ; List to the heavy part the music bears,
Woe weeps out her decision when she sings. Droop herbs and flow'rs, Fall grief in show'rs, Or beauty is not our's. O ! could 1 still, like melting snow, Upon some craggy hill fall down ; Since summer's pride is now a wither'd daffodil.
Ben Jotison.
296
GLEE for Three Voices.
Harmonized by J. MAZZINGHI. RECITATIVE.
SHE paused, then blushing led the lay, To grace the stranger of the day ; Her mellow notes awhile prolong The cadence of the flowing song ; Till to her lips, in measured frame, The minstrel verse spontaneous came.
GLEE. Huntsmen rest, thy chase is done,
While our slumb'rous spells assail ye ; Dream not with the rising sun,
Bugles here shall sound reveillie. Sleep ! the deer is in his den ;
Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying : Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen,
How thy gallant steed lay dying.
Walter Scott, Esq.
GLEE for Five Voices.
S. WEBBE* SWEET is the soft and sunny breeze,
That fans the golden orange grove ; But, oh ! much sweeter far than these, The kisses are, of her I love.
297
GLEE for Five Voices.
Dr. ALCOCK, SOON as the genial spring renews the shade,
Beneath the bow'r the lover tells His tender wishes to the list'ning maid,
While she, in blushes, ail her flame reveals.' The turtle mourns his solitude no more, But woos and bills as happy as before.
GLEE for Four Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M.B. SEE how fair Flora decks our fields with flowers,
And clothes our groves in gaudy summer's green ; And wanton spring pours forth her balmy show'rs, To hasten Ceres' harvests, hallow'd queen !
Now shepherds lay their winter weeds away, And in neat jackets sporting on the plains ;
And at the rivers fishing day by day,
Now, who so frolic, as the shepherd swains ?
Drag/tori's Seventh Eclogue.
298
GLEE for Three Voices.
TRAVERS, SOFT Cupid, wanton am'rous boy !
The other day, mov'd with my lyre ; In flatt'ring accents spoke his joy, And utter'd thus his fond desire :
" O raise thy voice ! one song I ask, cc Touch then th' harmonious string ;
" To Thyrsis easy is the task,
" Who can so sweetly play and sing.
" Two kisses from my mother dear,
" Thyrsis thy due reward shall be ; " None like Beauty's queen is fair,
" Paris has vouch'd this truth for me."
I straight reply 'd, * thou know'st alone,
c That brightest Chloe rules my breast ; < I'll sing thee two, instead of one,
* If thou'lt be kind and make me blest.
€ One kiss from Chloe's lips, no more I crave,
*' He promis'd me success ; ' I play'd with all my skill and power,
* My glowing passion to express.
* But O my Chloe, beauteous maid !
c Wilt thou the wish'd reward bestow ; c Wilt thou make good what Love has said,
< And by thy grant his power shew ?
Matt. Prior.
299
GLEE for Three Voices.
JOHN SALE.
Nosce al bosco In Ezio.
SOMETIMES a happy rustic swain,
In cottage born, of humble stem, Acquires with little toil and pain,
Through Fortune's smiles, a diadem.
While he that's blasted by her frown, To dire mischance is sure decreed ; And though entitled to a crown, A field may till, a flock may feed.
Charles Burney, Mus.D. F. R. S.
Translation from the Italian. Handel's Commemoration, page 64.
MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
WM. HAWES.
SWEET Philomela breathe thy plaintive lay, While radiant Cynthia sheds her silver ray ; O soothe my pains, and tell the echoing grove, No voice but thine can soothe the pains of love.
300
THE WREATH.
PASTORAL GLEE for Three Voices.
MAZZINGHI, TELL me, shepherds, have you seen
My Flora pass th is way ? ID shape and feature. Beauty's queen, In pastoral array.
A wreath around her head she wore ;
Carnation, lily, rose ; And in her hand a crook she bore,
And sweets her breath compose.
Tell me, shepherds, &c.
The beauteous wreath that decks her head,
Forms her description true ; Hands lily white, lips crimson red,
And cheeks of rosy hue.
Tell me, shepherds, &c.
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
OR. GIBBONS.
THE silver swan, who living had no note, "When death approach'd, unlocked her silent throat : Leaning her breast against the reedy shore, Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more ! Farewell all joys ! O death, come close mine eyes ! More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise !
Sir Christopher Hatton.
301
MADRIGAL for Three Voices.
WEELKES, 1600.
THE nightingale, the organ of delight,
The nimble lark, the blackbird, and the thrush,
And all the pretty choristers of flight,
That chaunt their music notes on ev'ry bush :
Let them no more contend who shall excel ;
The cuckow is the bird that bears the bell.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE, THE mighty conqueror of hearts,
His pow'r I here deny ; With all his flames, his fires, and darts, I, champion-like, defy.
I'll offer all my sacrifice,
Henceforth, at Bacchus' shrine ; The merry god ne'er tells us lies,
There's no deceit in wine.
302
GLEE for Three Voices.
J. DANE*.— Medal, 1788. THE fairest flow'rs the vale prefer, And shed ambrosial sweetness there ; While the tall pine and mountain oak, Oft feel the tempest's ruder stroke : So in the lowly moss-grown seat,
Dear peace and quiet dwell ; The storms that rack the rich and great,
Fly o'er the shepherd's cell.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT. THYRSIS, when he left me, swore,
In the spring he would return ; Ah ! what means that op'ning flow'r, And the bud that decks the thorn ? 'Twas the nightingale that sung, 'Twas the lark that upward sprung.
Idle notes, untimely green,
Why such unavailing haste ? Gentle gales and skies serene,
Prove not always winter past ; Cease my doubts, my fears to move ; Spare the honour of my love.
Gray.
303
ROUND for Three Voices.
S..WEBBE,
JLo the old, long life and treasure : To the young, all health and pleasure ; To the fair, their face With eternal grace, And the rest to be lov'd at leisure.
S. Webbe.
LOVE ECSTATIC.
GLEE for Five Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS. JLo be gazing on those charms, To enfold thee in these arras, From those lips to hear thy vow, With ecstatic sweetness flow ; To be lov'd by one so fair, Is to be blest beyond compare.
At that bosom's gentle shrine, To confess what glows in mine ; In those heav'nly eyes to view, That confession dear to you ; To be lov'd by one so fair Is to be blest beyond compare.
Altered from Henry Carey's ' Nancy , ' or the parting Lovers.'
304
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE,
JLHE gods of wit and wine prepare With cheerful bowls, to celebrate the fair ; Love is enjoined to name her fav'rite toast. We'll give the goddess that delights us most : Phoebus appoints and bids the trumpet sound, Arid Bacchus in a bumper puts it round.
Lord Lansdown.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.
THY voice, O harmony ! with awful sound, Could penetrate th' abyss profound ; Explore the realms of ancient night, And search the living source of unborn light.
Confusion heard thy voice and fled,
And chaos deeper plung'd his vanquished head ;
Then didst thou, Harmony, give birth
To this fair form of heav'n and earth.
Then all those shining worlds above, In mystic dance began to move ; Around the radiant sphere of central fire, A never ceasing, never silent choir.
Congreve.
305
GLEE for Four Pokes.
R. SPOFFORTH,
THE spring, the pleasant spring, is blown, Let us leave the smoky town ; From the mall, and from the ring,'* Ev'ry one has taken wing.
Chloe, Strephon, Corydon, All are fled, and all are gone ; What is left's not worth your stay, Come, Aurelia, come away.
Come with all thy sweetest smiles, With thy graces, with thy wiles ; Come, and we will merry be, Who shall be so blest as we.
We will frolic all the day, Harming no one in our play ; No matter what the people say, Come, Aurelia, come away.
ROUND for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE. THE bee voluptuous roves from bloom to bloom,
Delicious sweets from ev'ry flow'ret sips ; But the inconstant would no longer roam, Should he once light on Lucy's balmy lips.
306
MADRIGAL for Eight Voices.
S. WEBBE.
To love, I wake the silver string, And of his soft dominion sing ; A wreath of flow'rs a'dorn his brow, The sweetest, fairest flow'rs that blow ; All mortals own his mighty sway, And him the gods above obey.
\ Anacreon.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.
THE girl that I love is as mild as Aurora, Discreet as Minerva, and youthful as Flora ; Rejoic'd at her presence fond nature looks gay, The trees bow their heads on each side of her way. The flowers send forth a profusion of sweet, The grass looks more green, that is trod by her feet ; The birds hover round, as she trips it along, And improve from her voice, the best notes of her song. Great Phoebus himself is delighted to see, A power more bright and more cheering than he ; And stopping his steeds in the midst of their way, He gazes ! — forgetting to drive on the day.
307
ROUND for Four Voices.
R. SPOFFORTH; TELL me, fond youth, why wrapp'd in cares,
Why negligent of health and ease ; Fearful, in vain, of future wars,
Why do you loose the joys of peace.
Careless of what may be to-morrow,
On present mirth your thoughts employ ;
Why should the cares of Future sorrow, Trouble the stream of present joy.
The joys I have possess'd are mine, Harbour'd secure from Fortune's blast ;
Tho' Jove should at my bliss repine, Jove can't recall the minutes pass'd.
Bless'd only he who free from care,
Can ev'ry night with pleasure say, Be it to-morrow foul or fair,
Thanks to my stars I've liv'd to-day.
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. DANBY. THY breath as fragrant as her own confest,
Go, lovely rose, and breathe in Delia's ear ; (Expiring on her yet as lovely breast,) That beauty's blossoms are as frail as fair. X2
308
GLEE for Four Voices.
C. S. EVANS.
THE fairy beam upon you, The stars do glisten on you ; A moon of light. In the noon of night, 'Till the firedrake has o'er gone you.
The wheel of Fortune guide you, The boy with the bow beside you ;
Run, aye, in the way,
'Till the bird of day, And the luckier lot betide you.
Ben Jonson.
GLEE for Five Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS, THY form has a resistless grace, And gladness is thy resting place ; Ah, soft enslaver of our minds ! JTis from thy magic tenderness, When that fair hand 1 fondly press, That my full heart contentment finds.
Thy coyness, which affects to frown, Thy dimpled smile, thy cheek of down,
And the dear mole that on it lies ; Thine eye and eye-brow arch'd so true, Thy step, majestic to the view,
All with delight my soul surprise.
From the Persic of flafes, ly Mr. Natt.
309
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT. —Prize , 1791. TRIUMPHANT Love, with roseate garlands crown'd,
Has tun'd my lyre to Hope's delightful theme ; Applauding Virtue casts a lustre round, And tells the world such bliss is bliss supreme.
Dr. Callcott.
GLEE for Four Voices.
W. HOKSLEY, M. B. JL OURNE thee to thie shepster swayne, Bryght sonne has ne droncke the dewe, From the floures of yellowe hue, Tourne thee Alyce backe agayne.
See the moss growne daisey'd bnnke,
Pereynge ynne the streme belowe ; Here we'lle sytte ynne dewre danke,
Tourne thee Alyce doe notte goe.
Lette us scale us bie this tree,
Laughe and synge to lovyinge ayres ; Comme and doe notte coyen bee,
Nature made all thynges bie payers.
Mynstrcl 's Song in Mllia.
310
GLEE for Six Voices.
Composed at the request of John Relpb, M. D.
by R. J. S. STEVENS. THE cloud cap't towers ! The gorgeous palaces ! The solemn temples ! The great globe itself! Yea, all which it inherit, Shall dissolve !
And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind !
Shakspeare*. Effect was all intended by the Composer.
GLEE for Four Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M. B. THE Cyprian bird, with plaintive moan, Still makes her faithful passion known ; Still Zeph'rus breathes on Flora's brows, And charms with sighs the queen of flow'rs : Then let my sighs and tears but prove, The winds and waves that waft to love.
R. B. Sheridan, Esq.
311
GLEE for Five Voices.
S. WEBBE,
THE blossom so pleasing at summer's gay call, Must languish at first, and must afterwards fall : But behind it the fruit its successor shall rise, By Nature disrob'd of its beauteous disguise.1 So, Celia, when youth, that gay blossom is o'er, By her virtues improv'd shall engage me the more ; Shall recall ev'ry beauty that brighten'd her prime, When her merit is ripen'd by love and by time.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Harmonized by WM. I! A WE*. Air by WM. REEVE.
THE rose of the valley in spring time was gay, But the rose of the valley it wither'd away ; The swains all admir'd it, its praises repeat, Au emblem of virtue, so simple and sweet ; But the blight marr'd the blossom, and soon well-a-day, The rose of the valley it wither'd away.
The rose of the valley a truth can impart, But the rose of the valley I picture my heart ; The sun of content cheer'd the morn of its birth, By innocence render' d a heav'n on earth ; But virtue and peace left the spot well-a-day, And the rose of the valley it wither'd away.
Charles Dibdin.
312
ODE TO HOPE, For Eight Voices.
J. DANBY,
THOU blessing sent us from above, Rich offspring of celestial love, Fair Hope ! thy presence let me hail, When grief intrudes, when pains assail : On life's rough sea, amid the tempest's roar, Pilot my rolling bark, and set me safe on shore.
GLEE for Three Voices.
M. P. KING.
THE owl is out in yonder tree, She sits in sullen majesty ; The bat's abroad and skims along, The nightingale sweet tunes her song ; The moon now rising o'er the hill, Illumes the lake, the lake is still ; Now music sweet is heard afar ! Now rising, dying, on the air ! Now, hark ! the village bells sweet say, Delights of eve haste not away.
313
GLEE for Three yokes.
W. HAWES. THE old shepherd's do«- like his master was grey,
His teef h all departed and feeble his tongue ; Yet where'er Cor in went he was follow'd by Tray, Thus happy thro' life did they hobble along.
When fatigued on the grass the shepherd would lie, For a nap iu the sun, 'midst bis si umbers so sweet ;
His faithful companion craw I'd constantly nigh, Plac'd his head on his lap or lay down at his feet.
When winter was heard on the hill and the plain, And torrents descended and cold was the wind ;
If Corin went forth 'mid the tempests and rain, Tray scorn'd to be left in the chimney behind.
At length in the straw Tray made his last bed, For vain against death is the stoutest endeavour ;
To lick Corin's hand he rear'd up his weak head, Then fell back, clos'd his eyes, and ah clos'd them for ever !
Not long after Tray did the shepherd remain, Who oft o'er his grave with true sorrow would bend ;
And when dying thus feebly was heard the poor swain, O bury me, neighbours, oeside my old friend.
Peter Pindar.
314
GLEE for Three Voices.
S. WEBBE.
To me the wanton girls insulting say, " Here in this glass thy fading bloom survey :" Just on the verge of life, 'tis equal quite, Whether my locks are black, or silver white ; Roses around my fragrant brows I'll twine, And dissipate anxieties in wine.
Anacreon.
GLEE for Five Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
THOU art beautiful, queen of the valley ! Thy walls like silver sparkle to the sun ; Melodious wave thy groves, Thy garden sweets enrich the pleasant air. — Upon the lake lye the long shadows of thy towers, And high in heav'n thy temple pyramids arise ! Long may'st thou flourish in thy beauty, Long prosper beneath the righteous conqueror, Who conquers to redeem ! Long years of peace and happiness Await thy Lord and thee, Queen of the valley !
Madoc of Southey.
315
\
DUET.
Sir J. STEVENSON. GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. ARNE.
JL EI^L me, where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head ? How begot, how nourished ? reply : It is engendered in the eye, With gazing fed, and Fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring Fancy's knell : I'll begin it — ding, dong, bell ;
Shakspeare.
SONG AND TRIO IN THE DUENNA.
WM. LINLEY, Esq. THIS bottle's the sun of our table,
His beams are rosy wine ; We — planets that are not able
Without his help to shine.
Let mirth and glee abound !
You'll soon grow bright
With borrow'd light, And shine as he goes round.
R. B> Sheridan, Esq.
316
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT. To all you ladies now at land,
We men at sea indite ; But first would have you understand,
How hard it is to write : The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you. With a fal, lal, lal, lal, la.
In justice you cannot refuse,
To think of our distress ; When we, for hopes of honour, lose
Our certain happiness ; All these designs are but to prove Ourselves more worthy of your love. With a fal, lal, lal, lal, la.
And now we've told you all our loves,
And likewise all our fears ; In hopes this declaration moves
Some pity for our tears ; Let's hear of no inconstancy, We have enough of that sea. With a fal, lal, lal, lal, la.
Written at Sea, in the first Dutch War, the Night before an Engagement , by the Earl of Dorset, 1665.
317
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE,
To wipe the tear from sorrow's eye,. And stop the unavailing sigh ; Tho' all a stranger can bestow, 'Tis something sure to melt at woe ! Kindly to feel what others feel , And blush the frailty to reveal ; Untold, by sympathy to find, The struggles of a virtuous mind. To few, alas ! this skill is given, For 'tis the fav'rite gift of heav'n.
GLEE for Three Voices.
WM. JACKSON,
THOU, to whose eyes I bend ; at whose command, Tho' low my voice, tho' artless be my hand : I take the sprightly reed, and sing or play, Careless of all the censoring world may say. O, fairest of thy sex, be thou my muse, Deign on my work thine influence to diffuse; So shall my notes to future times proclaim, Unbounded love and ever-during flame.
318
GLEE for Three Voices.
THOU, who alone dost all my thoughts infuse, And art at once my mistress and my muse ; Inspir'd from thee flows every sacred line. Thine is the poetry, the poetry thine ; Thy service shall my only bus'ness be, And all my life employ 'd in pleasing thee.
Dr» Percy.
ROUND for Three Voices.
you, Sir, 'twas you, Sir, I tell you nothing new, Sir, 'Twas you that kiss'd the pretty girl, Twas you, Sir, you.
'Tis true, Sir, 'tis true, Sir, ITou look so very blue, Sir, I'm sure you kiss'd the pretty girl, 'Tis true, Sir, true.
Oh, Sir ! oh, Sir ! How can you wrong me so, Sir ! I did not kiss the pretty girl, But I know who.
319
GLEE for Four Voices.
R. SPOFFORTH,
TELL me the path, sweet wand'rer, tell, To thy unknown sequester'd cell, Where woodbines cluster round the door, Where shells and moss o'erlay the floor, And on whose top an hawthorn blows ; Amid whose thickly- woven boughs, Some nightingale still builds her nest, Each ev'ning warbling thee to rest.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.
To the festive board let's hie, Briskly there the bumpers fly ; There the jolly souls resort, There without controul we'll sport. A truce to care, let others grieve, While thus we spend the cheerful eve, With singing, dancing, merry boys, And close our feasts with Venus' joys.
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. DANBY.— Prize^ 1785.
THE nightingale who tunes her warbling notes so sweetf 'Midst flow'rs ne'er presumes to fix her mournful seat ; Melodiously she sings, while haw thorns pierce her breast, Her voice sweet echo rings, and nature lulls to rest.
320
GLEE for Four Voices.
. J. BATTISHILL. THE glories of our birth and state,
Are shadows not substantial things ; There is no armour against our fate ; Death lays his icy hands on kings : Scepter and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield. They tame but one another still ; Early or late They stoop to fate,
And must give up their murm'ring breath, When the pale captive creeps to death.
The laurel withers on your brow,
Then boast no more your mighty deeds, Upon death's purple altar now
See where the victor-victim bleeds ; All heads must come To the cold tomb : Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust.
James Shirty, died 1766.
These fine moral stanzas were originally intended for a solemn funeral song in ' the Contention of Ajax and Ulysses,' it is said to have been a favourite song with King Charles the Second.
See Percy, I. 270.
321
WRITTEN UNDER AN HOUR GLASS IN A GROTTO.
, GLEE for Three Voices.
R. COOKE. THIS bubbling stream not uninstructive flows,
Nor idly loiters to its destin'd main ; Each flow'r it feeds that on its margin grows, And bids those blush, whose days are spent in vain,
Not void of moral, tho' unheeded glides Time's current stealing on with silent haste ;
For, lo ! each falling sand his folly chides, Who lets one precious moment run to waste.
GLEE for Four Voices.
WM. HORSLEY, M.B.
TELL me on what 'holy ground, May domestic peace be found ? Halcyon daughter of the skies ! Far on fearful wings she flies ;
From the pomp of scepter'd state, From .the rebel's noisy hate. In the cottage vale she dwells, List'ning to the sabbath bells ;
While still around her steps are seen, Spotless honour's meeker mien. And, mindful of the past, employ Mem'ry, bosom-spring of joy.
Y Coleridge.
322
QUARTET
FROM SAMPSON.
Mr. HANDEL.
round about the starry throne Of him who ever rules alone, Your heav'nly-guided soul shall climb : Of all this earthly grossness quit, With glory crown'd, for ever sit, And triumph over Death, and thee, O Time I
ANOTHER OF ASTROPHELL.
MADRIGAL for Three Voices.
BATESON, 1604. THE nightingale so soone as Aprill bringeth
Vnto her rested sense a perfect waking : While late bare earth, proud of new cloathing springetb, Sings out her woes, a thorne her song-booke making. And mournefully bewailing,
Her throate in tunes expresseth, What griefe her breast oppresseth, For Tereus' force, on her chast will prevailing.
* Oh, Philomela, faire, oh, take some gladness, That here is iuster cause of plaintfull sadnes. Thine earth now springs, mine fadeth : Thy throne without, my thorne my hart invadeth.
England's Helicon, P. 194.— Sir PhiL Sidney.
# The whole of the above has not been set, but the Editor, having the verse complete, thought it right to print it.
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THE SEA-BEAT MARINER. GLEE for Three Voices.
J. BURROWS. THE sea-beat mariner, whose watchful eye,
Full many a boist'rous night hath wak'd to weep ; When the keen blast, descending from the sky,
Snatch'd his warm tear-drop from the rav'nous deep. Drench'd by the chilling rain, his dreary hour
Creeps slowly onward to the dawn of day ; Till burning Phoebus, darting thro1 the shower,
Warms, with, his golden beam, the frothy spray. With lightning's swiftness he ascends the mast,
And cries, •" another tedious night is o'er ;" He spreads the swelling sail, he sees at last
His long sought mistress, and his native shore. The restless wanderer then forgets past pain, Steals a fond kiss and braves his fate again.
Mrs. Robinson.
AIR AND CHORUS IN SAMPSON.
Mr. HANDEL. THUS rolling surges rise,
And plough the troubled main ; But soon the tempest dies, And all is calm again.
324
DUET.
WILLIAM JACKSON. 1 IME has not thinn'd ray flowing hair.
Nor bent me with his iron hand ; Ah ! why so soon the blossom tear,
Ere autumn ye the fruit demand ? Let me enjoy the cheerful day,
Till many a year has o'er me roll'd ; Pleas'd let me trifle life away, And sing of love ere I grow old.
Hammond.
GLEE for Four Voices.
R. J. S, STEVENS.
(Double Accompaniment.)
To what age must we live without love ?
If we outstay the time
Of our youth's happy prime, 'Tis an age that will never improve.
When the sweet early rose is in bloom, If the minutes pass by, 'Till it wither and die, Poor rose, where is then its perfume.
Da Capo.
Cumberland.
325
GLEE for Five Voices.
J. DANDY.
5 jCis midnight all ! now sacred silence reigns, And breathes an awful horror thro' the plains ; No noise is heard, save the low murm'ring breeze, Whilst Zephyr faintly sighs among the trees : The charmers of the grove, with sleep opprest, Their little loves forgot, are all removed to rest ; And now the prudent nightingale essays, In thrilling notes to chaunt her maker's praise ; All unmolested by the feather'd throng, She sits and sings alone, whilst heav'n approves the song ; Her soft-breath'd music and enchanting strains Call out the list'ning stars, and fill the lonely plains.
DUET IN SOLOMON.
Dr. BOVCE. TOGETHER let us range the fields,
Impearl'd with the morning dew ; Or view the fruits the vineyard yields,
Or the apple's clust'ring bough. There in the close embower'd shades,
Imperious to the moon-tide ray ; By twink'ling rills on rosy beds, We'll love the sultry hours away.
.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
M. P. KING.
THE we'frd sisters, hand in hand. Posters of the sea and land. Thus do go about, about, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again to make up nine. Peace ! — the charm's wound up.
Shakspeare.
GLEE for Five Voices.
S. WEBBE, Jun. •
TToo late I staid, forgive the crime,
Unheeded flew the hours ; How noiseless falls the foot of time
That only treads on flowers !
What eye, with clear account, remarks
The ebbing of his glass ? When all its sapds are diamond sparks,
That dazzle as they pass !
Ah ! who to sober measurement,
Times happy-swiftness brings ; When birds of Paradise have lent
Their plumage for his wings !
W. Rob. Spencer,
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DUET
JN BONDUCA.
H. PURCELL.
To arms ! your ensigns straight display,
Now set the battle in array ;
The oracle for war declares,
Success depends upon our hearts and spears.
Britons ! strike home, revenge your country's wrongs !
Fight, and record yourselves in Druid's songs.
Beaumont and Fletcher. — 1647.
GLEE for Three Voices.
C. JENNER, A. M.
THOU'RT gone away from me, Nor friends nor I could make thee stay ;
Thou'st cheated them and me. Until this day I ne'er could think,
That aught could alter thee ; Thou'rt still the mistress of my heart,
Think what thou wilt of me. Whate'er he said, or might pretend,
That stole that heart of thine ; I'm sure true love was not his end,
Not such a love as mine.
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GLEE for Fize Voices.
S. WEBBE,
THY beauteous eyes shine with celestial fire. And rosy odours from thy neck aspire ; Brighter than gold thy burnish'd tresses flow, Thy balmy lips like brightest crimson glow. Meandring veins sublime, thy bosom's white, And ev'ry grace adorns thee for delight ! The ctiarms each goddess boasts in thine we see, And vanquished Venus yields the prize to thee !
GLEE for Three Voices.
J. S. SMITH. DUET.
WiLLrAM JACKSON. TAKE, oh ! take those lips away,
Which so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn. But my kisses bring again, Seals of love, but seaUd in vain.
Hide, oh ! hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears ; On whose tops the pinks that grow,
Are of those that April bears. But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee.
Shakspeare.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. NARES.— -Prize, 1770. To all lovers of harmony take oft' your glasses. Nor 'midst all your jollity quarrel like asses ; Let our mirth swell aloud in its natural key, And no flat divisions rob "us of our glee; Let no thoughts of discord find place in our breasts, Nor out-of-time crotchets break in on our rests.
GLEE- for Three Voices.
W. HOHSLEY, M.B. THE cup of the tulip with wine is replete,
Come, my boy, let thy office begin ; How many more scruples and doubts must we meet, To be longer severe were a sin.
Break instantly forth from this pride and this scorn, For what more would old Time wish to know ;
It saw, mighty Caesar ! thy proud tresses shorn, And thy diadem, Cyrus, laid low.
The gale of the morn bids the morn of our youth, Yet once more richly glow on the mind ;
Boy, bring us that balm, which our senses will sooth, That balm which to sorrow is kind.
Translated from the Persic of Hafez.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
WM. HORSI*EY, M. B. THROW the gaudy roses from thee,
Dash the cup to earth ; Little, heedless youth, become thee Roses, wine, and mirth.
What's the mirth that thus delights thee ?
Taste his sweets no more ; He that to the feast invites thee,
Stabs thee when 'tis o'er.
But touch the lyre in gentle measure,
Peace is all our heav'n ; Bliss is an immortal treasure, Nor to man is given.
In Imitation of Sir J. Suckling, by Li. Hunt) Esq.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
THOU pride of the forest whose dark branches spread,
To the sigh of the south-wind their tremulous green r And the tinge of whose buds is as rich and as red,
As the blushes of maiden eighteen. O'er thee may the tempest in gentleness blow,
And the light'nings of summer pass harmlessly by ; For ever thy buds keep their mellowing glow,
Thy branches still wave to the southernly sigh.
Hoppncr.
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THE MYSTIC BOWER.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. BOYCE,
on earth the greatest blessing, When the mirth inspiring bowl, Join'd to music, joys increasing,
Cheers the heart, and tunes the soul.
When with wine our veins are swelling,
Friendship's fires the brighter burn ; Love refreshing, care expelling,
Ev'ry joy succeeds in turn.
What ? tho' they say secrets, by wine, are reveal'd, Let spleen and ill-nature declare what they can ;
We bid them defiance, be nothing conceal'd, And he who drinks most is the honestest man.
THE DESERTED PELICAN.*
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
MATHEW COOKE.
THE Pelican, whose fond parental breast, Had bled to feed the infant brood she prest, Feeble through age, thus loudly spoke her grief: Farewell vile race! O death, come bring relief! Those from my vitals fed, my woes ne'er find, More false than true, now live more harsh than kind.
* In imitation of the Silver Swan, by Or. Gibbons.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
T. ATTWOOD.
TPo all that breathe the air of heav'n, Some boon of strength has Nature giv'n ; When the majestic bull was born, She fenced his brow with wreathed horn. She arm'd the coursers foot of air. And wing'd, with speed, the panting hare. She gave the lion fangs of terror, And in the ocean's crystal mirror, Taught th' unnumber'd scaly throng, To trace the liquid paths along : While, for the umbrage of the grove, She plum'd the warbling world of love. To man she gave the flame refin'd, The spark of heav'n, a thinking mind ; And had she no surpassing treasure, For thee, O woman ! child of pleasure ? She gave thee beauty, shaft of eyes, That ev'ry shaft of war outflies : She gave thee beauty, blush of fire, That bids the flames of war retire. Woman, be fair ! we must adore thee, Smile, and a world is weak before thee.
Moore's Anacreon.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
RT. COOKE, JL HE rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears ; The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when cmbalm'd in tears. O wilding rose ! whom fancy thus endears,
I bid thy blossoms in my bonnet wave, Emblem of hope and love through future years.
Walter Scott , Esq.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. PAXTON.
UPON the poplar bough in mournful strains, For her lost young sad Philomel complains ; Of which the hind, with unrelenting breast, As yet unfledg'd defrauds the tuneful nest : Near which she sits upon the lightened spray, Mournfully sad, and pours her soul away ; Renewing still her lamentable song, While thro' the woods and vales the murmurs die along,
Translated from Virgil.
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GLEE /of Three Voices.
J. BATTISHILL.
UNDERNEATH this myrtle shade, On flow'ry beds supinely laid, With od'rous oils my head o'erflowing, And around it roses growing, What should I do but drink away The heat and troubles of the day ? lib this more than kingly state, Love, himself, shall on me wait. Fill to me, Love, nay fill it up ; And, mingled, cast into the cup Wit, and mirth, and noble fires, Vig'rous health, and gay desires. Crown me with roses whilst I live, Now your wines and ointments give ; After death I nothing crave, -N
Let me alive my pleasures have, L
All are stoics in the grave. J
Cowley.
ROUND for Three Voices.
H. PURCELL,
UNDER this stone lies Gabriel John,
In the year of our Lord one thousand and one ;
Cover his head with turf or stone,
Tis all one.
Pray for the soul of gentle John, If you please you may, or let it alone,
'Tis all one.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. COOKE. "Up the hill, or cross the lawn,
Thro' the grove, or woodland shade ; In the eve, or at the dawn,
Strephon's love is still display 'd.
Springing flower or warbling bird,
Still are emblems of her choice ; Her breath is to the first prefer'd,
To the last her charming voice.
GLEE for Four Voices.
T. ATTWOOD,
VIRTUE, my Emma, is a gem. The mind's pellucid diadem : To fellow mortals kindly giv'n A foretaste and a type of heav'n. Pure and white as mountain's snow, That hurries to the vale below ; Yet genial as the glorious sun, Which makes it unpolluted run. Yet as the mind disfigur'd grows, Her careless course discolour'd flows. So in the mind dark clouds arise, And God's emanant gifts disguise ; But virtue that hath taken root, Tears from the mind each wayward shoot ; And, like a stream, thro' flow'ry meads, Gives beauty to the bounds she feeds.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
C. S. EVANS. VULCAN contrive me such a cup,
As Nestor us'd of old ; Try all your skill to trim it up, And deck it round with gold.
Make it so large, that fill'd with sack,
Up to the sparkling brim ; Vast toasts on the delicious lake,
Like ships, at sea, may swim.
Carve me thereon a spreading vine,
Then add two lovely boys ; Their limbs in am'rous folds entwine,
The type of future joys.
I
Cupid and Bacchus my gods are, May drink and love still reign ; With wine I'll wash away my care, And then to love again.
From Anacreon, by the Earl of Rochester ) taken from Ritson*
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CANZONETTA. Ariaj Coro.
NAUMAN,
vecchio e donnc giovanni Aver debbc un osteria, Dove son Ve I'allegria £ la buona societa,
Occhi furbi e vita snella
Ha colei chi faccio un brindesi
£ somgla appunto a quella
Che ghignando li si sta. Da Capo.
Incorono anch, io di vino
II bicchiero e dico evviva
A quel labbro porporino
Che si ben cantando va. Da Capo.
Quando veggo quel bel ciglio
Sono vinto e rendo Tarmi,
E non posso ricordarmi,
Chi di me non ha pieta. Da Capo.
GLEE for Five Voices.
S. WEBBE,
nature form'd that angel face, She lavish'd all her store ; Be this, she cry'd, my master-piece, Kneel, mortals, and adore ! Z
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT. Arthur first in court began, To wear long hanging sleeves ; He entertained three serving men, And all of them were thieves.
The first he was an Irishman,
The second was a Scot, The third he was a Welchman,
And all where knaves I wot.
The Irishman lov'd usquebaugh,
The Scot lov'd ale call'd blue cap ; The Welchman he lov'd toasted cheese.
And made his mouth like a mouse trap.
Usquebaugh burnt the Irishman,
The Scot was drown'd in ale ; The Welchman had like to be choak'd with a mouse,
But he pull'd her out by the tail.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
BAILDON. — Medal, 1766. vT HEN1 gay Bacchus fills my breast, All my cares are liili'd to rest ; Rich I seem as Lydia's king, Merry catch, or ballad sing : Ivy wreaths my temples sluule, Ivy, that will never fade ; Thus I sit in mind elate, Laughing at the farce of state ; Some delight in fighting fields, Nobler transports Bacchus yields ; Fill the bowl, I ever said, 'Tis better to lie drunk than dead.
Anacrcon.
GLEE for Three Voices.
J. DANBY.— -Medal, 1781. 'WiiEN Sappho tun'd the raptur?d strain, The listening wretch forgot his pain ; With art divine, the lyre she strung, Like thee she play'd, like thee she sung. For when she struck the quiv'ring wire, The eager breast was all on fire ; But when she tun'd the voc&l lay, The captive soul was charm'd away.
Smollett.
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MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
T. WEELKES,— - 1608. Pf ELCOME, sweet pleasure, My wealth ar.d treasure ; To haste our playing, There's no delaying, No, no, no. This mirth delights me, When sorrow frights me, Then sing we all, Fa, la, la.
t f ,
Sorrow content thee, Mirth must prevent thee ; Though much thou grievest, Thou none relievest, No, no, no. Joy ! come delight me, Though sorrow spite me, Then sing we all, Fa, la, la.
Grief is disdainful,
Sottish and painful ;
Then wait on pleasure,
And lose no leisure, No, no, no;
Heart's ease it lendeth,
And comfort, sendeth,
Then sing we all, Fa, la, la.
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MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
G. CONVERSO.— 1580,
1VHEN all alone my pretty love was playing, And I saw at a gaze, bright Phoebus staying, Alas ! I fear'd there would be some betraying.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE. fy ANTON gales that fondly play
Round about my love -sick head ; Quickly waft my sighs away, To the nymph for whom I bleed.
Softly whisper in her ear,
All the pains for her I feel ; Alt the torments that 1 bear,
Tell her she alone can heal.
Then with unsuspected care,
Gently fan her lovely breast ; Happy you may revel there,
Where each god would wish to rest.
If one spark of fond desire . Harbour'd there, by chance you find ; Raise it to a lasting fire,
Such as burns within my mind.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
J. S. SMITH.— Medal, 1766. HILE fools their (ime in stormy strife employ, Be our's engag'd in union, peace, and joy ; Thus the blest gods, the genial day prolong In feasts ambrosial, and celestial song ; Apollo tunes the lyre, the muses round, With voice alternate, aid the silver sound. Wisely we imitate the pow'rs divine, Peace at our heart, and pleasure our design.
Pope's Homer's Iliad.
GLEE for Three Voices.
RAVENSCHOFT. — 1614. be three poor mariners,
Newly come from the seas, We spend our lives in jeopardy,
While others live at ease : Shall we go dance the round,
And he that is a bully boy,
Come pledge me on this ground. We care not for those martial men,
That do our states disdain, But we care for those merchantmen,
Which do, our states maintain ; " To them we dance this round,
And he that is a bully boy,
Come pledge me on this ground.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
S. WEBBE.
vr HEN winds breathe soft along the silent deep, The waters curl, the peaceful billows sleep : A stronger gale the troubled wave awakes ; The surface roughens, and the ocean shakes. More dreadful still, when furious storms arise, The mounting billows bellow to the skies ; On liquid rocks the tott'ring vessel's toss'd, Unnumber'd surges lash the foaming coast : The raging waves, excited by the blast, Whiten with wrath, and split the sturdy mast. When, in an instant, he who rules the floods, Earth, air, and fire, Jehovah ! God of gods ! In pleasing accents speaks his sovereign will, And bids the waters, and the winds, be still ! Hush'd are the winds, the waters cease to roar ; Safe are the seas, and silent as the shore. Now say, what joy elates the sailor's breast, With prosperous gales so unexpected blest ! What case, what transport, in each face is seen ! The hcav'ns look bright, the air and sea serene : For ev'ry plaint we hear a joyful strain To Hinij whose pow'r unbounded rules the main.
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ODE for Three Voices.
Dr. ARNE. Song by Mr. HOOK. "WHEN Britain on her sea-girt shore,
Her ancient Druids erst addrest ; < What aid, (she cry'd) shall I implore ? * What best defence, by numbers prest ?
* Tho' hostile nations round thee rise,
(The mystic Oracles reply 'd)
* And view thine isle with envious eyes,
c Their threats defy, their rage deride ;
* Nor fear invasion from those adverse Gauls,
' Britain's best bulwarks are — her wooden walls.
€ Thine oaks descending to the main,
c With floating forts shall stem the tides,
* Asserting Britain's liquid reign,
6 Where e'er thy thund'ring navy rides !
* Nor less to peaceful arts inclin'd,
< Where commerce opens all her stores, cln social bands shall league mankind,
* And join the sea-divided shores : « Spread then thy sails where naval glory calls,
* Britain's best bulwarks are — her wooden walls.'
Hail ! happy isle ! what tho' thy vales
No vine-empurpled tribute yield, Nor fann'd with odour-breathing gales,
Nor crops spontaneous glad the field ;
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Yet Liberty rewards the toil
Of industry, to labour prone, Who jocund ploughs the grateful soil,
And reaps the harvest she has sown : While other realms tyrannic sway enthrals, Britain's best bulwarks are — her wooden walls.
Mr. H. Green.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Harmonized by WM. JACKSON. Air by Dr. ARNE, in the Tempest, the bee sucks, there lurk I, In a cowslip's bell 1 lie ; There 1 couch when owls do cry, On a batt's back do I fly, After sun-set merrily ; Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
All we fairies that do run,
By the triple Hecate's beam,
From the presence of the sun,
Follow darkness as a dream.
Over hill, over dale,
Thoro' bush, thoro' briar,
Over park, over pale,
Thoro' flood, tlioro' fire.
Merrily, merrily, shall we live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Shakspearc.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
BAILDOJT. "WHAT Anacreon lov'd we drink,
Press it closely to the lip ; Misers^ can ye sleep or think, While such nectar here we sip ?
Our gay honest Horace would take off his flask,
While Ovid in love play'd the fool : Come, broach the Falernian or raassie old cask,
And follow gay Horace's rule.
Let the whining lover sigh,
• All his tears are shed in vain ;
But a bumper can supply,
Ev'ry tear that love can drain.
Love was ne'er a treasure, Drinking is a pleasure,
Then fill your gen'rous goblets high ! Let your glasses gingle, Thus our joys we mingle,
Drink, sons of Bacchus, till ye die.
Fawkcs.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.
WHERE, hapless Ilion ! are thy heav'n-built walls, Thy high embattled tow'rs, thy spacious halls ? Where are thy temples, fiU'd with forms divine ? Where is thy Pallas ? Where her awful shrine ? The mighty Hector where ? Thy fav'rite boast ; And all thy valiant sons, a splendid host ? Thy arts, thy arms , thy riches, and thy state, Thy pride, thy pomp, thy all that made thee great ? These prostrate now in dust and ruin lie, But thy transcendant fame can never die ; Fate boasts no pow'r to sink thy glories past, They fill the world, and with the world shall last.
C. Butler.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. ARNE. — Prize, 1765. is the properest day to drink, Saturday, Sunday, Monday ? Each is the properest day I think,
Why should 1 name but one day ? Tell me but your's, I'll mention my day,
Let us but fix on some day. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
Dr. Arne.
.
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CATCH for Four Yokes.
S. WEBBE.
you know my Celia's charms, Which now excite my fierce alarms ; I'm sure she's fortitude and truth, To gain the heart of'ev'ry youth. She 'as only thirty lovers now, The rest are gone I can't tell how ; No longer Celia ought to strive, For certainly she's fifty-five.
Dr. Callcott.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE.
"W'nAT will not gen'rous wine produce ? The secret soul it brings to light, The frugal miser makes profuse, And trembling cowards boldly fight ; With gamesome sport and jocund song, Inspires the laughter-loving throng ; It makes the fair with grace advance, And sprightly weave the mazy dance ; Instructs us what with Time to do, Bids Care begone, and Grief adieu : Then grateful honours lot us pay, To him who rais'd the vine, To Bacchus sound the choral lay, Blithe God of Mirth and Wine.
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AR EPIGRAM. DUET.
TR AVERS. WHEN Bibo thought fit
From the world to retreat, As full of champaign
As an egg's full of meat ; He wak'd in the boat,
And to Charon he said, He would be row'd back,
For he was not yet dead. Trim the boat and sit quiet,
Stern Charon replied, You may have forgot, You were drunk when you died.
Mat. Prior.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
HO comes so dark from ocean's roar, like autumn's shadowy cloud ? Death is trembling in his hand! II is eyes are flames of fire ! '»Son of the cloudy night !" Retire, call thy winds, and fly : relire thou to thy cave. But let us sit by the mossy fount; let us hear the mournful voice of the breeze, when it sighs on the grass of the cave."
Ossian.
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MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
T. MORLEY.
vv ITHIN an arbour of sweet-briar and roses, I heard two lovers talking wanton coses ; « Say, lovely maid/' quoth he, " to whom is thy liking
ty'd ?" < To whom but thee, my dearest life,' the gentle nymph
reply'd ! « I die, I die, I die,"
Quoth he ; « And I, and I, and I,'
Said she ;
"Ah ! give me, give me then," quoth he, "some token," And with his hands the rest he would have spoken : « Fie ! away then,' cry'd the nymph ; < alas !
c Too well you know it ;'
" Ah !" quoth he, " sweetly come kiss me, then ; " Kiss me, and — show it."
GLEE for Five Voices.
R. J. S.STEVENS. VVHEN lurking love in ambush lies, Under friendship's fair disguise ; When he wears an angry mien, Imitating spite or spleen. When like sorrow he seduces, When like pleasure he amuses, Still howe'er the parts are cast, 'Tis but lurking love at last.
Piozzi.
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GLEE for Three Voices. WM. KNVVETT. — Prize at the Harmonic. 77 HEN the fair rose amidst her flow'ry train, With virgin blushes greets the dmvy morn ; Say, willth' enamour'd nightingale remain,
A lonely warbler on the desert thorn ? When the dark Gcniis of the night,
Behold the moon slow i ising o'er the wave ; Those wayward spirits curse the beauteous lights,
And hide with envy in her gloomy cave. Yet shall the traveller with enraptured eye, As late he treads his solitary way, Overlook each radiant gem that decks the sky, Alone rejoicing in her brighter ray.
Fox's Poems.
GLEE for Four Voice*.
R. J. S. STEVENS.
V7 ITH conscious pride I view the band, Of faithful friends (hat round me stand, With pride exull that I alone Can join these scattered gems in one ; Rejoic'd to be the silken line On which these pearls united shine. 'Tis mine their inmost soul to see Uhlock'd is ev'ry heart to me ; To me they cling, on me they rest, I hold a place in ev'ry breast.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
. W. HORSLEY, M.B. ARE now, my love 1 awake, The rosy morn long since left Tithon's bed,
Already to her silver coach to climb, And Phoebus 'gins to shew his glorious head. Hark ! how the cheerful birds do chaunt their lays, And carrol of love's praise.
The merry lark her mattins sings aloft, The thrush replies, the mavis discant plays,
The ouzel shrills, the ruddock warbles soft ; So goodly all agree, with sweet consent, To (his day's merriment.
Ah ! my dear love ! why do you sleep thus long, When meeter 'twere that you should now awake, And listen to the birds' love learned songs, These dewy leaves among ? For they of joy pleasance to you sing, That all the woods them answer, and their echo ring.
Spencer's Epithalamiun.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Mr. T.SMAUT. vY ITH my jug in one hand, and raj pipe in the other,
I drink to my neighbour and friend ; All my cares in a whiff of tobacco I smother.
For life I know shortly must end. While Ceres most kindly refills my brown jug, With good ale I will make myself mellow ; In my old wicker chair I will seat myself snug, Like a jolly and true happy fellow.
I'll ne'er trouble my head with the cares of the nation,
I've enough of my own for to mind ; The cares of this life are but grief and vexation,
To death we must ail be consign'd : Then I'll laugh,drink, and sing, and leave nothing to pay,
But drop like a pear that is mellow ; And when cold in my coffin, I'll leave them to say,
He's gone what a hearty good fellow.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Earl of MORNINGTON.
vr HEN for the world's repose my fairest sleeps, See Cupid hovers round her couch and weeps ; Well may'st thou weep, proud boy, thy power dies, Thou hast no dart when Chloe has no eyes.
Aa
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To MY LUTE. GLEE for Ftuc Voices.
R. COOKE.— Prac, 1812. "WnAT shade and what stillness around,
Let us seek the lov'd cot of the fair ; There soften her sleep with thy sound, And vanish each phantom of care.
The virgin may wake to thy strain,
And be sooth'd, nay, be pleas'd with thy song ; •Alas ! she may pity the swain ,
And fancy his sorrows too long.
Could thy voice give a smile to her cheek, What a joy, what a rapture were mine !
Then for ever thy fame would I speak, O my lute what a triumph were thine.
Ah ! whisper kind love in her ear,
And sweetly my wishes impart ; Say, the swain who adores her is near,
Say, thy sounds are the sighs of his heart.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE, Jun,
"WHEN pearly dew, at early dawn, Hangs pendant from the blooming thorn, The lark to usher in the morn
Awakes the feather'd throng :
Borne upwards on her tender wings, As from the sod she eager springs, In softest numbers sweetly sings
Her grateful morning song.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
"WHILE the moon-beams, all bright, Give a lustre to night,
I'll weep on his dwelling so narrow, And high o'er his grave, The willow-trees wave,
Who died on the banks of the Yarrow.
'Twas under this shade, Hand in hand as we stray 'd,
He fell by the flight of an arrow ; And fast from the wound, His blood stain'd the ground,
Who died on the banks of the Yarrow.
Ronnie. AaJ
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GLEE for Three Voices.
L. MARENZIO.
ILL you hear how once repining, Great Eliza captive lay. Each ambitious thought resigning, Foe to riches, pomp, and sway ?
While the nymphs and swains delighted,
Tript around in all their pride ; Envying joys, by others slighted,
Thus the royal maiden cry'd :
" Hark ! to yonder milk-maid, singing
" Cheerly o'er the brimming pail ; " Cowslips all around her springing,
" Sweetly paint the golden vale.
" Never yet did courtly maiden,
" Move so sprightly, look so fair ; " Never breast with jewels laden,
"Pour a song so void of care.
" Would indulgent heav'n had granted
" Me some rural damsel's part ; " All the empire 1 had wanted,
" Then had been my shepherd's heart.
" Then, with him, o'er hills and mountains,
" Free from fetters might I rove, " Fearless taste thy chrystal fountains, " Peaceful sleep beneath the grove."
Alluding to a Story recorded of Princess Elizabeth, when she was Prisoner at Woodstock^ 1554. Wm. Shenstone.
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ODE for Five Voices.
J. S. SMITH.— Prize, 1780. HE* to the muses' haunted hill, Their laurel groves, and that pure rill Which poets drink of old, drew nigh The goddess of the azure eye, To welcome her, th' immortal choir, Uprais'd the voice, and struck the lyre ; The powers of heav'nly sound were all display'd, To greet with honour due the sire-bora maid. First in responsive fugue was shewn, The energy of artful song ; Then closing full, in richer tone, Slow modulation march'd along. 'Twas then in union, three times three, They sung their first celestial glee ; Sometimes with luxuriant airs, Or singing singly, or in pairs, They wanton'd in the wilds of sound, And last, with symphony complete, Tho' full and strong, divinely sweet, They made their notes from Find us' rocks rebound. Shall wisdom only claim the lay ? To beauty too, the song is due, And ev'ry tribute harmony can pay. Jnspir'd by that celestial throng, The festive strain we'll lead along, To welcome beauty to the seats of song.
Mr. Wares.
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WITCHES SONG for Five Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS. First Witch.
I/HAVE been, all day, looking after A raven, feeding upon a quarter ; And soon as she turn'd her back to the south , I snatch'd this morsel out of her mouth.
Second Witch. I, last night, lay all alone On the ground, to hear the mandrake groan ; And pluck'd him up, tho' he grew full low ; And, as I had done, the cock did crow.
Third Witch.
And I have been chusing out this skull, From charnel houses, that were full ; From private grotts, and public pits, And frighted a sexton out of his wits.
First Witch.
Under a cradle I did creep By day ; and when the child was asleep, At night, I suck'd the breath ; and rose, And pluck'd the nodding nurse by the nose.
Fourth Witch.
A murderer, yonder, was hung in chains, The sun and the wind had shrunk his veins ; I bit off a sinew, I clipp'dhis hair, I brought off his rags, that danc'd in the air.
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CHORUS.
We have brought (to aid our vows) Horned poppy, cypress boughs, The fig-tree wild, that grows on tombs, And juice that from the larch-tree comes ; The basilisk's blood, and the viper's skin : And now, our orgies let's begin.
Ben Jon son.
ARCHER'S GLEE for Four Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS*
WHAT shall he have, that merits most, Who numbers and best shots can boast ? That twang'd the bow with steady eye, And let the best aim'd arrows fly ? O, he shall have the bugle horn.
Nor let him think, that in disguise Some mischief lurks beneath the prize ; For, long before his sire was born, They often wore a crest of horn.
Then let him prize the bugle horn.
By a Lady.
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THE ERL KING. GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
is it that rides thro' the forest so fost, Whilst night glooms around him, whilst chill roars
the blast,
The father who holds his young son in his arms, And close in his mantle has wrapt him up warm ; Why trembles my darling ? Why shrinks he with fear ? My father, my father, the Erl King is near, The Erl King with his crown, and his beard long and
white,
My child you're deceived by the vapours of night. Jf thou will, dear baby, with me go away, I'll give thee fine garments, we'll play a fine play ; Fine flowers are growing, white, scarlet, and blue, On the banks of yon river, and all are for you. My father, my father, and dost thou not hear What words the Erl King whispers soft in my ear ? Oh hush'thee my child, set thy bosom at ease, Thou hear'st but the willows when murmurs the breeze, If thou wilt dear baby, with me go away, My daughter shall nurse thee, so fair and so gay ; My daughter, in purple and gold who is drest, Shall love thee, and kiss thee, and sing thee to rest ; My father, my father, and dost thou not see The Erl King and his daughter are waiting for me ? Oh shame thee, my infant, 'tis fear makes thee blind, Thou seest the dark willows which wave in the wind ; I love thee, I doat on thy features so fine,
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I must and will have thee, and force makes tliee mine;
My father, my father, oh hold me now fast,
He pulls me, he hurts me, he'll have me at last.
The father, he trembled, he doubled his speed,
O'er hills and through forests he spurr'd his black steed ;
But when he arrived at his own castle door,
Life throbb'd in the poor baby's bosom no more.
Monk Lewis.
GLEE for 'lliree Voices.
S. WEBBE. WHAT may arrive of care to-morrow,
Let dull and vulgar souls divine ; And joyless brood o'er future sorrow,
While here we drown the past in wine. The bowl supplies eternal streams of pleasure To him, who wisely filling, takes his measure.
Dr. Ferris.
ROUND for Three Voices.
Dr. HAYES.
vT IND gentle evergreen to form a shade . Around the tomb where Sophocles is laid, Sweet ivy wind thy boughs and interwine, With blushing roses, and the clust'ring vine ; Thus will thy lasting leaves with beauties hung, Prove grateful emblems of the lays he siing.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
J. MAZZINGHI, "WHEN order in this land commenced.
With Alfred's sacred laws ; Then sea-girt Britons, closely fenc'd,
Joined in one common cause. The glorious name an Englishman,
Struck terror to the foe ; And conqu'ring William fix'd a fame.
That shall for ages grow ; On Albion's cliffs let commerce smile.
And cheering plenty bring, Then sweet content shall bless the isle.
And George it's gracious king.
Our Henry's and our Edward's too,
Framed once a constitution ; Which Orange William did renew,
By glorious revolution ; Mild Ann with sceptre gently sway'd,
Insur'd her people's love, And when her kingdom's peace she made,
Was call'd to realms above ; Thence British freedom, rights, and laws,
From whence her glories spring ; The prayer of grateful Britons draws
On George its gracious king.
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Great George and Charlotte's happy reign,
In union binds the land ; And scatters blessings o'er the main,
With all benignant hand ; The regal stock, it's royal fruit,
Like ivy round it clings, From whence it's spreading branches shoot,
A race of future kings ; Thence English, Scotch, and Irishmen,
Whose hearts and voice shall sing, While Brunswick's line adorns the throne,
God save our gracious King.
Cherry.
GLEE for Four Voices.
R. COOKE.— Prise, 1811. "WiTH a gen'rous youthful soul, When I quaff the festive bowl, Richly foaming to my mind, Hence ye sorrows to the wind ; Friends the laughing sweets prepare, Drink along farewell to care, All the swee(s, if sweets there are, In a ling'ring life of care ; Taste ye wretched if ye will. I of joy will take my fill ; Bid the sparkling bowl go round, And the praise of Bacchus sound.
From Anacreon.
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MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
J. BENNETT.— -1590, EEP silly soul disdained, Thy hapless fate lamenting. Thy love whose passion pained,
Wrought never thy contenting. And since thou art disdained, By them thpu most affected. Let them be now rejected.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. ALCOCK. — Prize, 1774. E'LL drink and we'll never have done boys, Put the glass then around with the sun boys ;
Let Apollo's example invite us, For he's drunk ev'ry night, That makes him so bright That he's able next morning to light us.
ROUND for Three Voices.
Dr. NARES.
* "WiLT thou lend me thy mare to go a mile ?" < No, she is lame, leaping over a stile,' " But if thou wilt her to me spare, " Thou shalt have money for thy mare."
* Oh ! ho, say you so,
* Money will make the mare to go.'
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MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
J. BENNETT.— 1599. vT HEN as I look'd on my lovely Phillis, ^Vhose cheeks are deck'd with roses and lilies ; I complain'd that me she ne'er regarded, And that my love with slighting was rewarded ; Then wantonly she smileth, And grief from me exileth.
GLEE for Four Voices.
W. KNYVETT.
HERE is the nymph whose azure eye Can shine through rapture's tear'? The sun is sunk, the moon is high, And yet she comes not here.
Was that her footsteps on the hill,
Her voice upon the gale ? No, 'twas the wind, and all is still,
Oh maid of Marlivale.
Come to me, love, I've wandered far,
'Tis past the promis'd hour ; Come to me, love, the twilight star
Shall guide thee to my bower.
John Little.
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ROUND for Three Voices.
H. PCJRCEL; "WouLD you know how we meet o'er our jolly full
bowls,
As we mingle our liquors we mingle our souls ; The sweet melts the sharp, the kind sooths the strong, And nothing but friendship grows all the night long : We drink, laugh, and gratify ev'ry desire. Love only remains our unquenchable fire.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT. "WiTH sighs, sweet rose, I mark thy faded form,
So late bedeck'd with many a flow 'ret gay ; Thy tender frame has shrunk beneath the storm,
And all thy charms are verging to decay. Yet whilst I mourn, lov'd plant, thy early doom,
Poor hapless victim of the pitying shower, Reflection whispers, them again shall bloom, And joyful feel the sun's reviving power ; Returning spring thy beauties shall renew,
Again the breeze shall waft thy sweets along ; Thy fragrant flowers, enchanting to the view,
Shall live for ever in the poet's song ; "Whilst I, with unavailing tears, deplore, Dear happy hours that can return no more,
Sent to Dr. Callcott by Miss Madden, of Fulham.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
W. KNYVETT. — Prize. my gentle love strays, Friendly moon, dart thy rays, And lead to this arbour my Nancy ; Hark ! surely I hear, Her accents so dear,
Ah ! no, they were murmer'd by fancy. Darker blue is her eye Than yon star-spangled sky, Like a roe she bounds over the lea ; Her heart is the best, Ever throb'd in a breast, And throbs with affection for me.
ON THE UNION OF GREAT BRITAIN AND IRELAND.
GLEE for Four Voices.
RT. COOKE. vr HEN to England's proud boast (her rough sons of
the main)
The shamrock and thistle shall cleave, Untainted by faction, the rose shall remain,
From the Union fresh lustre receive ; And long may this wreath round our sovereign entwin'd,
.A charm, like his virtues, bestow ; In the temple of liberty rear'd and enshrin'd, Long flourish, the dread of the foe.
W. Linleyy Esq.
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MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
T. WEELKES.— 1600. WHEN Thoralis delights to walk.
The fairies do attend her ; They sweetly sing, and sweetly talk.
And sweetly do commend her. The satyrs leap and dance around,
And make their conges to the ground ; And evermore their song is this,
Long may'st thou live fair Thoralis.
GLEE for Three Voices.
M. P. KING,
"WHEN shall we three meet again ? In thunder, light'ning, or in rain ? "When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won,
That will be ere set of sun.
Shakspeare.
MADRIGAL for Three Voices.
T. MORLEY.
art thou wanton ? and I so long have sought thee; See where thy true love his heart to keep hath brought
thee,
Why then, alas ! ah ! whither dost thou hide thee. Still I follow thee, But thou fliest me ! Say, unkind, and do not thus deride me.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Mr. WRIGHT.
tv ITH a jolly full bottle let each man be arm'd, We must l>e good subjects when our heart are thus
warm'd ;
Here's a health to old England, the king, and the church, May all plotting contrivers be left in the lurch ; May England's great monarch bravely fight his just
cause, Establish long peace, our religion and laws.
MADRIGAL for Four Voices. GIAJTETTO PALESTRINI alias PR.ENESTINI. — 1590.
"W~HEN flow'ry meadows deckt the year,
And sporting lambkins play ; When spangled fields renew'd appear,
And music wakes the day ; Then did my Chloe leave her bower,
To hear my am'rous lay ; Warm'd by my .love, she vow'd no power,
Should lead her heart astray.
The Words adapted by Robert Cooke, Organist of Westminster Abbey.
Bb
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GLEE for Four Voices.
R. BISHOP. vT HEN wearied wretches sink to sleep,
How soft their slumbers lie ! How sweet is death to those who weep, Who weep and long to die!
Saw you the soft and grassy bed,
Where flowrets deck the green earth's breast ? 'Tis there I wish to lay ray head,
'Tis there I wish to sleep at rest. Da Capo.
Lo ! now, methinks in tones sublime, As viewless o'er our heads they bend,
They whisper, " Thus we steal your time, " Weak mortals ! till your days shall end."
Then wake the dance, and wake the song,
Resound the festive mirth and glee ; Alas ! the days have pass'd along,
The days we never more shall see.
John Little.
GLEE for Four Voices,
R. SPOFFORTH.— Prize. 1795. HERE are those hours on rosy pinions borne, Which brought to ev'ry guiltless wish success ; When pleasure gladden'd each returning morn, And ev'ry ev'ning clos'd in calms of peace ?
Miss Carter.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Harmonized by W. KNYVETT.
W«* HEN first you courted me I own
I fondly favoured you ; Apparent worth and high renown, Made me believe you true
Donald.
Such virtue then, secm'd to adorn
The man esteemed by me ; But now the mask's thrown olF, I scorn
To waste one thought on thee
Donald.
O then for ever haste away,
Away from love and thee ; Go seek a heart that's like your own,
And come no more to me
Donald.
For I'll reserve myself alone,
For one that's more like me ; If such a one I cannot find,
I'll fly from love and thee
Donald.
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GLEE for Pour Voices.
S. WESLEV. WHAT shaft of fate's relentless pow'r,
More keenly strikes the heart, Than that which marks the destin'd hour, When friends must weep and part !
The mournful tribute of a tear,
That then bedews the cheek, Shall more than eloquence appear,
And, without language, speak !
But for the change of fortune's frown.
What happier stars remain ! When time shall break the barrier down,
And bid them meet again !
The sun, which bright affection rears,
Th at sets on hearts forlorn, To gems shall change their dew-drop tears,
And spangle out the morn.
M. Madan, Esq.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. COOKE.
R thy navy spreads her canvas wings, Homage to thee, and peace to all she brings ; The French and Spaniards when thy flags appear, Forget their hatred, and consent to fear : So Jove, on Ida, did both hosts survey, And, when he pleas'd to thunder, part the fray.
Walkr.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
M. ROCK. MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
C. S. EVANS.
"WHENCE comes my love ? — O heart ! disclose : 'Twas from cheeks that shame the rose, From lips that spoil the ruby's praise, From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze. Whence comes ray woe, as freely own : — Ah me ! 'twas from a heart like stone.
The blushing cheek speaks modest mind ; The lips, befitting words most kind ; The eye doth tempt to love's desire, And seems to say — 'tis Cupid's fire ! Yet all so fair, but speak my moan, Sith nought doth say the heart of stone.
Why thus, my love, so kind bespeak, Sweet lip, sweet eye, sweet blushing cheek ; Yet not a heart to save my pain ? — O Venus ! take thy gifts again : Make not so fair, to cause our moan, Or make a heart that's like our own.
John Harrington, Esq.* died 1582.
* Dr. Aikin has introduced this song in his * Vocal Poetry/ as the production of Sir John Harrington, and as a specimen of the elegant simplicity which characterised the poetry of the age of Elizabeth or James I. But the Doctor does not appear to have observed that, in the Nuga Antique, edit. 1804, the above polished poem was, with much probability, referred to the period of Edward VI. and that the author of it was not likely to be Sir John Harrington, but hi« father.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Air by Sir J. STEVENSON, Harmonized by Mr. GREATOREX. the rose-bud of summer, its beauties bestowing, On winter's rude blasts all its sweetness shall pour ; And the sunshine of day in night's darkness be glowing, O then, dearest Ellen ! I'll love you no more.
When of hope the last spark, which thy smile lov'd to
cherish,
In my bosom shall die, and its splendour be o'er ; And the pulse of that heart which adores you shall
perish, O then, dearest Ellen! I'll love you no more.
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. S. SMITH* "WHEN Daphne smiles, I find
More light before mine eyes, Than when the sun, from Inde
Brings to our world a flow'ry paradise. But when she gently weeps,
And pours forth pearly showers,
On cheeks fair blushing flow'rs, A sweet melancholy my senses keeps.
Both feed to my disease,
So much both do me please,
That oft I doubt, which more my heart doth burn, Love, to behold her smile ; or pity, mourn.
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GLEE for Three. Voices.
RAVENSCROFT. — 1611, WE be soldiers three,
Pardonez moi, je vous en pric ; Lately come forth from the low country, With never a penny of money.
Here, good fellow, I drink to thee,
Pardonez moi, je voas en prie ; To all good fellows wherever they be,
With never a penny of money.
And he that will not pledge me this,
Pardonez moi, je vous en prie ; Pays for the shot, whatever it is,
With never a penny of money.
Charge it again, boy, charge it again,
Pardonez moi, je vous en prie ; As long as there is any ink in my pen,
With never a penny of money. ,*
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MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
W. HORSLEY> M. B.
VT HAT sfng <he sweet birds in each grove ? Nought but love, nought but love! What sound our echoes day and night? All delight, all delight, all delight ! What dot h each wind breathe us that fleets ? Endless sweets, endless sweets, endless sweets ! Is there a place on earth this isle excels ? Or any nymphs more happy live than we ? When all our songs, our sounds and breathings be, " That here all love, delight, and sweetness dwells." Brown's Inner Temple, Masque.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE,
WHAT bright joy can this exceed. This of roving o'er the mead ; Where the hand of Flora pours Such a store of sweetest flow'rs ; Where the zephyr's balmy gale, Wantons in the lovely vale. Oh ! how pleasing to recline, Underneath the spreading vine ; In the close concealment laid, With a love inspiring maid ; Fair and sweet, and young and gay, Sporting all the live long day.
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IRISH MELODIES. GLEE for Five Voices.
Harmonized by WM. KNYVETT. "WHEN in death I shall calmly recline, O bear my heart to my mistress dear ; Tell her it Hv'd upon smiles and wine
Of the brightest hue, while it lingered here.
Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow, To sully a heart so brilliant and light ;
But balmy drops of the red grape borrow, To bathe the relic from morn to night.
When the light of my song is o'er, Then take my harp to the antient hall,
Hang it up at that friendly door, Where weary travellers^ ve to call.
Then if some bard, who roams forsaken,
Revive its soft note in passing along ; Oh ! let one thought of its master awaken
Your warmest smiles, for the child of song.
Keep this cup, which is now overflowing, To grace your revel when I am at rest ;
Never, oh ! never, its balm bestowing On lips that beauty hath seldom blest.
But when some warm devoted lover, To her, he adores, shall bathe its brim ;
Oh ! then, my spirit around shall hover, And hallow each drop that foams for him.
T. Moore.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M. B.
vT HEN the fair moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er heav Vs clear azure spreads her sacred light ; When not a breath disturbs the deep serene ; And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole ; O'er the dark trees a yellow verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Popes Homer.
MADRIGAL for Three Voices.
T. MORLEY.— 1606, away so fast my dear, From your true love approv'd ? What haste, I say ? Tell me my dear,
Tell me my best belov'd. Then will we try, Who best runs, thou or I. Lo then I come ! dispatch thee Hence, away J. or else I catch thee; O think not thus to 'scape alone without me ! But run, and never doubt me.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
RT. COOKE,
vY HO has peerless Kitty seen ? Fairest nymph that treads the green ; Object sweet of fond desire, Who can look and not admire ? In her Mttt-dttigllting eyes, Love, the little lurcher, lies. There he keeps his hoard of darts, Whence he wounds and sports with hearts ; Or perched on her coral lips, Thence deiicious nectar sips ; Or his wanted ambush seeks, In the dimples of her cheeks. Fly, ye youths ! her beauties shun ! Ev'ry gazer is undone ! Chief her eyes, as basilisk's, dread ! Which but win, to strike us dead.
GLEE for Four Voices.
F. IRELAND. — Prize, 1773.
"WHERE weeping yews and nodding cypress wave, In awful gloom around thy mossy grave ; Let nymph and shepherds yearly tribute bring, And strew th* earliest vi"lets of the spring. Let fairy footsteps trace the midnight round, And guard from ev'ry ill the hallow'd ground ; There drooping love, and friendship oft appear, And friendship greets thine ashes with a tear.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS. "WHEN the toil of day is o'er,
And the sheep are in the fold. And when across the broomy heath,
The whistling winds blow cold ; When the village dogs, in fear,
At the moon begin to howl, And from some tott'ring wall is heard
The melancholy owl : Then every danger is abroad,
And gloomy spectres glide, While through the air, with dire intent,
The witch and wizard ride.
Merry <
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. S. SMITH.
WHAT shall he have that kill'd the deer ? His leathern skin and horns to wear ; The horn ! the horn ! the lusty horn ! Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
Take you no scorn to wear the horn,
It was a crest ere thou wert born ;
Thy father's father wore it,
And thy father bore it :
The horn ! the horn ! the lusty horn !
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
Shakspeare.
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MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
S. WEBBE,
vv HEN charming Chloe gently walks, Or sweetly smiles, or gaily talks ; No goddess can with her compare, So sweet her looks, so soft her air. In whom so many charms are placed, Is with a mind so nobly graced, With sparkling wit and solid sense, And soft persuasive eloquence. In framing her divinely fair, Nature employed her utmost care, That we in Chloe's form should find A Venus, with Minerva's mind.
GLEE for Five Pokes.
Dr. CALLCOTT. "WHEN Daphne dy'd, the sy Ivans sighed sore,
And ev'ry Na'iade on her oozie bed ; The fauns and fairies their light dance forbore,
Whilst Pan the flocks and fields forsaking fled. Sad Venus wept, sad wept the graces all, And Phoebus, with the muses, mourn'd her fall ; No voice was heard along the dreary plain, None, but the sighing wind and weeping rain.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
L. ATTERBURY. like Bacchus can controul, Who restore the drooping soul ? When o'erwhelm'd with grief and care, Bacchus lifts us from despair ; Why then droops ray cheerful friend ? Drink, and let your sorrows end.
JJryderfs Translation from Anacreon.
GLEE for Four Voices.
J. DANBY.— Pme, 1787, vT HEN beauty's soul, attracting charms, Shall cease to kindle fond alarms ; When at the festive board disguised,
Like prudence, cold reserve shall sit, And caution's moral laws be prized,
Far above the realms of wit ; When manners thus deprav'd we see, Farewell ! sweet harmony, to thee.
But while the swift electric flame Of beauty, darts thro' all the frame ; While Britain's darling, Britain's pride,
Whose breast with ev'ry grace is stor'd ; Shall deign in courteous mood to guide,
The pleasures of our social board ; While thus we frolic, frank and free, All hail ! sweet harmony, to thee.
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GLEE for Five Voices.
Dr. STEVENSON
WITH the sun we rise at morn, Haste the flocks into the mead, By the fields of yellow corn,
There our gentle lambs we feed ; Ever sportive, ever gay,
While the merry pipe we play.
GLEE for Four Voices.
W. SHIELD.
W HAT is love ? a sad compound of simples most sweet, CulFd in life's spring by fancy, poor mortals to cheat ; A passion no eloquence yet could improve, So a sigh best expresses the passion of love.
Sir 11. Bate Dudley.
GLEE for Five Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS.
"WHAT a frail life ? in fear and trembling past, Form'd by a breath, to perish by a blast ! To this sad goal does ev'ry mortal run, Dust, his beginning; and his end, a stone. But yesterday the world in arms he led, Now in an urn his mouldering dust is laid.
From the Italian.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
Harmonized by WM. KNYVETT. Air by T. LINLEY.
•VIRT
W HEN His night, and the mid-watch is come, And chilling mists hang o'er the darken'd main ; Then sailors think of their far distant home, And of those friends they ne'er may see again.
But when the fight's begun,
Each serving at his gun,
Shou'd any thought of them come o'er your mind : Think only, should the day be won,
How 'twill cheer
Their hearts to hear, That their old companion, he was one.
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Or, my lad, if you a mistress kind, Have left on shore, some pretty girl and true ; AVho many a night doth listen to the wind, And sighs, to think how it may fare with you ;
O ! when the fights begun,
Your serving at your gun,
Should any thought of her come o'er your mind : Think only, should the day be won,
How 'twill cheer
Her heart to hear That her own true sailor, he was one.
JR. B. Sheridan) Esq.
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" GLEE for Three Yoice*.
Dr. CALT,COTT. "WHEN Time was entwining the garland of years,
Which to crown ray beloved was giv'n, Though some of the leaves might be sullied with tears ;
Yet the flovv'rs were all gather'd in heav'n. And long may this garland be sweet to the eye,
May its verdure for ever be new, Young Love shall enrich it with many a sigh,
And Pity shall nurse it with dew.
GLEE for Four Voices.
JOHN SALE. "WiTH my jug of brown ale I defy ev'ry care,
I quaff, and 1 laugh, and I ever will sing ; The strain of an Englishman free as the air, Success to my country, and health to my king.
May Old England be happy, as happy can be, May her tars and her soldiers be valiant and true ;
To be loyal, my lads, is the way to be free, A- truth, father Time, has transmitted to you.
Here's a health to our monarch, and long may he reign,
The blessing of England, its glory and pride ; May his troops grace the land, and his fleets rule the
main,
And may Charlotte long sit on the throne by his side.
Cc
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FROST SCENE in King Arthur.
H. PURCEL.
CUPID.
"Wn AT, ho ! thou Genius of this isle ! what, ho J Ly'st thou asleep beneatli those hills of snow ? What, ho ! stretch out thy lazy limbs ; awake ; And winter from thy furry mantle shake.
COLD GENIUS,
What power art thou, who from below Hast made me rise, unwillingly and slow, From beds of everlasting snow ? See'st thou not how stiff, and wond'rous old, Far unfit to bear the bitter cold ? I can scarcely move, or draw my breath j Let me, let me freeze again to death.
CUPID.
Thou doating fool, forbear, forbear, What ! dost thou dream of freezing here ?
At Love's appearing,
All the sky clearing, The stormy winds their fury spare. Thou doating fool, forbear, forbear, What ! dost thou dream of freezing here ?
W inter subd uing,
And spring renewing, My beams create a more glorious spring, Thou doating fool, forbear, forbear, What ! dost thou dream of freezing here?
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COLD GENIUS.
Great Love ! I know thee now. ! Eldest of the Gods art thou ! Heaven and earth by thee were made;
Human nature
Is thy creature, Every where art thou obey'd.
CUPID.
'Tis I that have warm'd you : In spite of cold weather, I've brought you together ; 'Tis I that have warm'd you.
CHORUS.
'Tis Lore that has warm'd us : In spite of cold weather, He brought us together : 'Tis Love that has warm'd us.
Dry den.
Cc2
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GLEE for Four Voices.
JOHN SALE.
yy ITH an honest old friend, and a merry old song. And a flask of old port, let me sit the night long ; And laugh at the malice of those who repine, That they must swig porter, while I can drink wine.
* I envy no mortal, though ever so great, Nor scorn I a wretch for his lowly estate ; But what I abhor, and esteem as a curse, Is poorness of spirit, not poorness of purse.
Then dare to be generous, dauntless, and gay, Let's merrily pass life's remainder away ; Upheld by our friends, we our foes may despise, For the more we are envied, the higher we rise.
Henry Carey, see Sir J. Hawkins's
Account) Vol. I. 84, and Ritsorfs,
Page 6 and 13.
* Second Verse not in the Glee.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
vv E fays and faires live unseen, Or sporting on the new-mown green From off the roses thorny lip, Ambrosial dews and sweets we sip ; Steal the honey from the bee, Dive for coral in the sea ; Suck the sweets from ev'ry flow'r, Moistened by the evening hour ; On the moon's light beams we sit, Through the air on bat's wings flit, Till the cock proclaims the day, Hark ! now he crows, come away.
Dr. ARNOLD.
Mr. Arnold.
GLEE for five Voices.
S. WEBBE.— Medal, 1776. gave mfc your heart t'other day, I thought it as safe as my own ; I've not lost it, — but, what can- 1 say ? Not your heart from mine can be known !
Craddock
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YOUNG LOCHINVAR.
Dr. J. CLARKE.
O YOUNG Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword, he weapons had none He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone ; So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar ;
He staid not for brake, and he stopt not for stone, He swam the Esk-river, where ford there was none, But e'er he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented ; the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar ;
So boldly he fcnter'd the Netheirby-hall, Among bridesmen and kinsmen, and brothers and all, Then spoke Ihc bride's father, his hand on his sword, For the poor cravan bridegroom said never a word,
0 come ye in peace here, or come ye in war ;
Or to danca at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar.
1 long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied ; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide, And now am I come for this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar;
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The bride kiss'd the goblet, the knight took it up ; He quaif'd off the wine,' and he threw down the cup. She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, arid a tear in her eye ; He took her soft hand e'er her mother could bar, Now tread we a measure said young Lochinvar ;
So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace. While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bimnet and
plume :
And the bride-maidens whisper'd 'twere better by far, To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
One touch to her hand, and one word i n her ear, When they reach'd the hall door and the charger stood
near,
So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light in the saddle before her he sprung. She is won ; we are gone, over bank, bush, and scour, They'll have fleet steeds that follow quoth young
Lochinvar.
There was mounting 'mong grooms of the Netherby
clan, Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode, and they
ran ;
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lea, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they sec. So daring in love, and dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar.
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MADRIGAL for Three Voices.
WILBYE.— 1598.
YE restless thoughts that harbour discontent, Cease your assaults, and let my heart lament, And let my tongue have leave to tell my grief, That she may pity, tho' not grant relief; Pity would help what love has almost slain, And heal the wound that fester'd this disdain.
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT. ET stay, fair lady, turn again, And dry those pearly tears, For see beneath this gown of gray, Thy own true love appears ;
Here forc'd by grief and hopeless love,
These holy weeds 1 sought, And here amidst these lonely walls,
To end my days I thought.
But hap'ly, for my year of grace,
Is not yet pass'd away, Might I still hope to win thy love,
No longer would I stay.
Now farewell grief and welcome joy,
Once more unto my heart, For since I have found thee, lovely youth,
We never more will part.
Dr. Percy.
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GLEE for Four Voices.
T. ATTWOOD.
visions wild, Hope's fairy train ! That o'er my bosom rove ; Your soft dominion still retain, And murmur tales of love. .
Still hush to rest the heaving sigh,
Still fondly wipe the tear, With dear delusion soothe the eye,
And chase the frowns of fear.
With balmy touch revive the bloom
Of Fancy's witber'd wreath, Bid each frail flow'r its tint resume.
And fresher incense breathe.
Blest hope ! ah, whence thus fluttering, say,
By thee I feel restor'd ; My bosom owns thy genial sway,
And heaves to greet its lord.
Dimond.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. ARNB.
JL ou ask me, dear Jack, for an emblem that's rife, And clearly explains the true medium of life : I think I have hit it, as sure as a gun, A bowl of good punch and the medium are one. When lemon and sugar so happily meet, The acid's corrected by mixing the sweet ; The water and spirit so luckily blend, That each from th' extreme doth the other defend. Then fill up the bowl, rot sorrow and strife, A bumper ! my boys, to the medium of life : Which keeps our frail state in a temper that's meet, Contented in blending the sour with the sweet.
JDr. Arm.
GLEE for Five Voices.
J. DANBY. YE vales and Woods, fair scenes of happier hours !
Ye feather'd choir, sweet tenants of the grove ; And you, bright streams,befring'd with shrubs and flow'rs,
Ah ! see my grief ye witnesses of love. For ye beheld my infant passion rise,
And saw, thro' years unchang'd, my faithful flame ; Now cold in dust the beauteous object lies,
And you, ye conscious scenes, are still the same. While busy mem'ry still delights to dwell,
On all those charms these bitter tears deplore ; And with a trembling hand describes too well,
This angel fprm I can behold no more.
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GLEE /or Four Voices.
R. J. S. STEVENS. spotted snakes with double tongue, Thorny hedge-hogs be not seen ; Newts and blind worms do no wrong, Come not near our fairy queen. Philomel with melody, Sing in your sweet lullaby, Lulla, lulla, lullaby. Never harm, nor spell, nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So good night, with lullaby, Lulla, lulla, lullaby.
Weaving spiders come not nere, Hence ! ye long-legg'd spinners, hence ! Beetles black approach not near, Worm and snail do no offence.
Philomel, with melody,
Sing in your sweet lullaby,
Lulla, lulla, lullaby.
Never harm, nor spell, nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh,
So good night with lullaby,
Lulla, lulla, lullaby.
Shakspearc.
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NEPTUNE'S RAGING FURY ; On, THE GALLANT SEAMEN'S SUFFERINGS*.
GLEE for Three Pokes.
Dr. CALLCOTT. jflf ou, gentlemen of England,
That live at home at ease. Ah ! little do you think upon
The dangers of the seas ; Give ear unto the mariners,
And they will plainly show, All the cares and the fears,
When the stormy winds do blow.
If enemies oppose us,
When England is at wars With any foreign nations,
We fear not wounds nor scars ; Our roaring guns shall teach 'em
Our valour for to know, Whilst they reel on the keel,
When the stormy winds do blow.
Then, courage ! all brave mariners,
And never be dismay 'd ; Whilst we have bold adventurers,
We ne'er shall want a trade ;
# * Being a relation of their perils and dangers, and of the extraoi- ' dinary hazards they undergo in their adventures ; together with * their undaunted valour, and rare constancy in all their extremities : ' and the manner of their rejoicing on shore, at their return home.'
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Our merchants will employ us,
To fetch them wealth we know, Then be bold, work for gold,
When the stormy winds do blow.
Altered from an old Ballad, by Martirt Parker, Pepysian Library, Magdalen College, Cambridge, 15 Verses, see Ritson, Page 147, Mecl.
GLEE for Four Voices.
W.HORSIEY,M.B.
You pretty birds that sit and sing.
Amidst the shady vallies, And see how sweetly Phillis walks,
Within her guarded alleys : Go pretty birds unto her bow'r, Sing pretty birds, she may not low'r ; For fear my fairest Phillis frown, You pretty wantons warble.
Go, tune your voices harmony,
And sing I am her lover ; Strain low and high, thatev'ry note,
With sweet consent may move her : Go, pretty birds, unto her hie, H aste pretty birds, unto her fly : Ah, me ! methinks I see her frown, You pretty wantons warble.
Dryden.
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GLEE for Three Voices.
Air Dr. HOWARD. Harmonized by R. J. S. STEVENS. YE cheerful virgins, have you seen My fair Myrtilla pass the green.
To rose or jess'mine bow'r ? Where does she seek the woodbine shade ? For sure ye know the blooming maid, Sweet as the May-blown flow'r.
Her cheek is like the maiden rose, Join'd with the lily as it blows,
Where each in sweetness vie : Like dew-drops glitt'ring in the morn, When Phoebus gilds the flow 'ring thorn,
Health sparkles in her eye.
Lord Littleton.
399 APPENDIX.
GLEE for Three Voices.
WM. Dixox.
Asa rosy wreath I bound, 'Mongst the roses Love I found ; Swift I seiz'd his pinions fast, And in wine the wanton cast.
Taking then the laughing cup, Swift I drank the wanton up ; Now with ever tickling wings, Up and down my breast it springs.
Translated from the Odes ofAnacrcon, by M.r. Addison.
GLEE for Three Voices.
WM. DIXOK.
"WiTH rne compose the wreath of flow'rs.
With me caress the frolic fair : With me enjoy the youthful hours,
With me the rosy goblet share.
Drive now with mo dull thought away,
With me defiance bid to sorrow ; Be merry thou with me to-day,
And I'll be wise with thee to-morrow.
Translated from the Greek of Catullus y by Mr. Addison.
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THE GARLAND. GLEE for Three Voices.
WM. DIXON. HARK the merry pipe and tabor,
Lead the festive dance along ; Let us now, forgeting labour. Haste to join the jocund throng.
See the garland now advancing,
Deck'd with flow'rets fresh and gay ; Borne by beauteous 'Bella dancing,
Thus to hail the first of May.
Wm* Dixon.
ELEGY for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE, Jim.
TEARS o'er my parted Thirzas grave I shed, Affections fondest tribute to the dead ; Oh I flow my bitter sorrows o'er her shrine, Pledge of the love that bound her soul to mine. Break, break my heart, o'ercharg'd with bursting woe, An empty offering to the shades below ; Ah ! plant regretted — Death's remorseless pow'r, With dust unfruitful choak'd thy full blown flow'r ; Take earth the gentle inmate to thy breast, And, soft embosom'd, bid my Thirza rest.
From the Greek Anthology.
401
GLEE for Three Voices.
T. ATTWOOD.
IN mason's hearts let joy abound ! Let a fraternal health go round ! Fill all the bowls up, fill them high, Fill all the goblets there, for why, When masons meet, should they be dry ? Why, sons of candour, tell me why ?
Our work is done — we've fed the poor, We've chas'd the wolf from sorrow's door : Then fill the bowls up, fill them high, Fill all the goblets there, for why Should ev'ry mortal drink but I ? Why, sons of morals, tell me why ?
Altered by J. Perry from Cowley.
GLEE for Four Voicet. friends of harmony, Welcome, brethren of the song ; Welcome to your old retreat,
Where music still delights her throng. Here we raise the vocal lay, Emulous of your design, Here the social glass goes round ;
Friendship and harmony combine. Mirth and music haste away, To celebrate this cheerful day.
D d
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GLEE for Four Voices.
T; ATTWOOD. BRIGHT o'er the green hill rose the morning ray,
The wood-lark's song resounded o'er the plain ; Fair nature felt the warm embrace of day,
And smiFd thro' all her animated reign. When young Delight, of Hope and Fancy born,
His head on tufted wild thyme half reclin'd, Caught the gay colours of the orient morn,
And thence of life this picture vain design'd. O born to thought ! to pleasure more sublime
Than beings of inferior nature prove ! To triumph in the golden hours of time,
And feel the charms of Fancy and of Love ! High favour'd man ! for him unfolding fair,
In orient light this native landscape smiles ; For him sweet Hope disarms the hand of Care,
Exalts his pleasures and his grief beguiles.
GLEE for Three Voices.
WM. HORSLEY, M.B.
.DEAR innocence ! where'er thou deign'st to dwell, The pleasures sport around thy simple cell,
The song of nature melts from grove to grove ; Perpetual sunshine sits upon thy vale, Content and health thy rural hamlet hail, And echo waits upon the voice of love.
P. Pindar.
403
MASONIC ODE for Four Voices.
Adapted to Music by RICUAUD CLARK, masonry unites mankind, To gen'rous actions forms the soul ; In friendly converse all conjoin'd, One spirit animates the whole.
Where e'er aspiring domes arise,
Where ever sacred altars stand ; Those altars blaze unto the skies,
Those domes proclaim the mason's hand.
As passions rough the soul disguise,
'Till science cultivates the mind ; So the rude stone unshapen lies,
'Till by the mason's art refin'd.
Tho' still our chief concern and care,
Be to deserve a brother's name ; Yet ever mindftil of the fair,
Their kindest influence we claim.
Let wretches at our manhood rail,
But they who once our order prove, Will own that we, who build so well,
With equal energy can love.
Sing brethren then the craft divine,
Best band of social joy and mirth ; With choral sound, and cheerful wine,
Proclaim it's virtues o'er the earth. Dd2
404
THE BUTTERFLY. A FAVOURITE DUET.
J. B. SALE.
GTAY being born to flutter thro' the day, * Sport in the sunshine of the present hour ; On the sweet rose thy painted wings display, And cull the fragrance of the op'ning flower.
Time hastens on, the summer ends too soon, Take then the rosy minutes as they fly ;
For soon, alas ! your little life is gone, To<Iay you sparkle, and to-morrow die;
GLEE for Four Voices. C. S. EVANS, of His Majesty's Chapels Royal. Composed for the Dinner given at the City of London Tavern, Tuesday, Dec. 14, 1813, to celebrate the Deliverance of Holland from the Yoke of France.
IFiLL to the brim, and let the goblet's face
Smile with the spark'ling purple Drink
My friends the health-
" OUR COUNTRY," Ever may she prove the rock of liberty, And her brave sons, to distant ages, Emulate your zeal .
Joseph Placket t.
405
GLEE for Three Voices.
WM. HORSLEY, IVf.B. THRICE happy they who careless laid, Beneath some kind embow'ring sliade ; With rosy wreaths their temples crown, In rosy wine their sorrows drown.
Meanwhile the muses wake the lyre, The graces modest worth inspire ; Good-natur'd humour, harmless wit, Well tempered joys, nor grave, nor light.
There peace shall spread her dove-like wing, And bid her olives round them spring ; There truth shall reign a sacred guest, And innocence to crown the rest.
Wm. Thomson.
GLEE for five Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT.
SLEEP ! soft fair form, await th' Almighty's will, Then rise unchang'd, and be an angel still.
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INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE SAMUEL
HARRISON. ELEGIAC ODE for Five Voices.
WM. HORSLEY, M.B. THE breathing organ swells the sound of woe.
Through high arch'd aisles the cadence winds along ; Solemn, yet sweet, the tidings flow, In all the mournful melody of song.
With voices blended in harmonious lay, The sorrowing choir their heavy loss deplore ;
And this last tribute of affection pay, To their beloved comrade now no more.
'Twas his celestial pleasure to impart, Judgment with taste and science to combine ;
Waking, with seraph-voice and matchless art, Immortal Handel's harmony divine.
Peace, gentle spirit ! to thy lov'd remains, Let no rude sounds thy halcyon grave annoy !
But " gentle airs" and sweet " melodious strains" Attend thy passage to the realms of joy.
Rev. Thomas Beaumont.
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CONRADE THE GOOD.
TERZETTO* for Three Voices.
(Three Tenors and Violoncello.)
JtjLEARD you not his spirit singing ?
Hark ! his passing bell is ringing ;
Conrade the Good, whom saints and angels love,
Soon will he tune his harp in choirs above.
There with harmonies that heav'n can hear delighted,
Cherub and Seraph meet him,
Martyr and Prophet greet him,
Soothing past pains and grief, by new-born rapture well requited.
Hear you not his spirit singing ?
He whose passing bell is ringing ;
Melting strains
Ease his pains ;
See him rise
Thro1 the vaulted skies :
Light in streams,
Of glory beams.
" * This elegant Terzetto was engraved from a M. S, in the pos- session of Mr. Hatchett, an ingenious F. R. S. who had taste and judgment to collect the most striking musical beauties, during hi* continental tour.
Shield's Introduction to Harmony.
408
GLEE for Three Voices.
WM. HORSLEY, M. B. DEAREST, do not now delay me,
Since thou know'st 1 must be gone ; Wind and tide 'tis thought do stay me,
But, 'tis wind that must be blown From that breath, whose native smell Indian odours far excel.
O then speak, thou fairest fair ! Kill not him who vows to serve thee ; But perfume the neighbouring air, Else dull silence sure will starve me ; 'Tis a word that's quickly spoken, But being restraint! a heart is broken.
From the Comedy of the Spanish Curate, by Beaumont and Fletcher.
409
GLEE for Three Voices.
WM. HORSLEY, M. B. HY does azure deck the sky ? Tis to be like thy looks of blue : Why is red the roses dyo ?
Because it is thy blushes hue* All things fair, by heavVs decree, Have been made resembling thee.
Why is falling snow so white ?
But to be like thy bosom fair : Why are solar beams so bright ?
That they may seem thy golden hair.
Why are nature's beauties felt ?
O 'tis thine in them we see ! Why has music pow'r to melt ?
O ! because it speaks like thcc.
Thomas Little, Esq.
Twenty-seven Madrigedes, THE TRIUMPHES OF ORIANA,
AND ONE CALLED
THE JFAREWEIX,
TO FIVE AND SIX VOICES, COMPOSED BY DIVERS SEVERALL AUCTHOR9.
Newly published by THOMAS MORLEY,
BATCHELER OF MUSICK, AND ONE OF THE GENTLEMEN OP HER MAJESTIES HONOURABLE CHAPPBLL.
1601. IN LONDON.
PRINTED BY THOMAS ESTE,
THE ASSIGNE OF THOMAS MORLET. Cum privilegio Regie MaiestcUis.
The Triumphs of Oriana, written in honour of Queen Elizabeth, who is figured under that Name / 27 in Number : and one called ' The farewell / set to Five and Six Voices, by the following eminent Composers, of which the Music of theThirteenth and Twenty-third, was written, set, and published, by Thomas Morley.
*. Michael Este
1. Daniell Norcome
2. John Munday, M.B.
3. Ellis Gibbons, Father of
Orlando Gibbons
4. John Benet
5. John Hilton, M.B. Organist
of St. Margaret's
6. George Marson, M.B.
7. Richard Carton
8. John Holmes
9. Richard Nicolson
10. Thomas Tomkins
11. Michael Cavendish
12. William Cobbold
13. Thomas Morley
14. John Farmer
15. John VVilbye
16. Thomas Hunt
17. Thomas Weelkes
18. John Milton, Father of the
great I'oet
19. Ellis Gibbons, (See No. 3)
20. George Kirbye
21. Robert Jone's
22. John Lisley
23. Thomas Morley
24. Edward Johnson
25. Thomas Bateson 26.*Miehael Este, placed first
27. Giovanni Croce
28. Thomas Bateson, Oriana's
Farewell
As Italy gave the ton to the rest of Europe, but particularly to Eng- land, in all the fine arts, during the Veign of Queen Elizabeth, it seems as if the idea of employing all the best Composers in the kingdom to set the songs in the Triumphs of Oriana to music, in honour of our virgin Queen, had been suggested to Morley, and his patron the Earl of Nottingham, by Padre Giovenale, afterwards Bishop of Saluzzo, who employed thirty-seven of the most renowned Italian Composers, to set Canzonetti and Madrigals, in honour of the Virgin Mary, published under the following title : Tempio Armonico della beatissima Virgine nostra Signora, fabbricatole per Opera del Reverendo P. Giovanale. A. P. della Congregatione deli' Oratorio. Prima Parte, a tre voci. Stampata in Roma da Nicolo Mutii. 1599, in 4to.
The Orthography, &c. as given by Morley, have been scrupulously retained,
MADRIGALS.
1. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
MlCIIAELL ESTE.
HENCE stars ! you dazcl but the sight,
You teach to grope by night,
See heere the shepherd's star,
Excelling you so far.
Then Phoebus wipt her eyes,
And Zephir cleer'd the skies,
In sweet accented cries ;
Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana,
Long live faire Oriana !
" This song being sent too late, and all my other being printed, I placed it before the rest, rather than leave it out."
1. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
DANIELL NORCOME.
angels face and brightnesse, and orient hew, Faire Oriana shining, With nimble foot she tripped o'er hills and mountaines,
At last in dale she rested. This is that maiden quccnc of the fayries land,
With scepter in hir hand, The fa u nes and satiers dauncing, Did shew their nimble lightnes, Faire Na'is and the nimphs did leave their bowers, And brought their basket full of hearbs and flowers, Then sang the shepherds and nimphs of Diana, Long live faire Oriana ! •
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2. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
JOHN MUNDY, M. B. JLiGHTLY she whipped o're the dales, Making the woods proud with hir presence, Gently she trode the flowres, And they as gently kist hir tender feet, The birds in their best language bad hir welcome, Being proud that Oriana heard their song, The cloue foot satires singing, Made musick to the faunes and dauncing, And both together with an emphasis, Sang Oriana's praises, Whilst the aioyning wood with melody, Did entertaine their sweet harmony. Then sang the shepherds and nimphes of Diana, Long live fair Oriana !
3. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
ELLIS GIBBONS. JLoNG live fair Oriana, Heark, did you ever heare so sweet a singing, They sing young love to waken, The nimphes unto the woods their queens are bringing, Ther' was a note well taken,
0 good, hark ! how ioyful-ly tis ditti'd,
A queene and song most excellent-ly fitted,
1 never heard nor saw a fairer,
Then sing ye shepherds and nimphes of Diana, Long live iaire Oriana !
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4. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
JOHN BENBT.
ALL cre'tures now are merry minded, The shepherd daughters playing, The nimphes are fa la laing, Yond bugle was wel win-ded, At Oriana's presence each thing smilcth, The flowres themselues discover, Birds over hir do hover, Musick the time beguileth.
See where she comes, with flowry garlands crowned, Queen of queens renowned, Then sang the shepherds and nimphes of Diana, Long live faire Oriana I
5. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
JOHN HILTON, M. B. FAIRE Oriana beauties queene, Tripped along the verdant greene, The felines and satires, running out, Skipped and daunced, round about, Flora forsooke hir painted bowrs, And made a coronet of flowres, Then sang the nimphes of chaste Diana, Long live faire Oriana !
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6. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
GEORGE M ARSON, M. 13. JLHE nimphs and shepheards daunced, Lauoltos in a dizy tapstrid vally, Love from their face lamps glaunced, Till wantonly they dally : Then in a rose bankt ally, Bright maiestie advanced, A croune grac't virgin whom all people honor ; They leave their sport amazed, Runne all to looke upon hir. A moment scarce they gazed, « Ere beauties splendor all their eies had dazed, Desire to see yet ever fixed on hir, Then sang the shepherds and nimphs of Diana, Long live fair Oriana !
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7. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
RICHARD CARTON,
CALME \vas a ire, and cleere the skye, Faire Oriana passing bye, Over the downes to Ida plains, Where hev'n born sisters with their traines, Did all attend hir sacred beauty, Striving to excell in duty, Satirs and nimphs dauncing together, Shepherds triumphing flocking thcther, Seeing their sov-raigne mistris ther, That kept their flocks and them from fearc, With hie stray n'd voice, And harts rejoyce,
Then sang the sheperds and nimphs of Diana, Long live fair Oriana !
I ••
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8. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
JOHN HOLMES.
THUS bonny bootes the birth-day celebrated, Of hir his lady deerest, Faire Oriana,
Which to his hart was neerest, The nimphs and shepherds feasted, W ith clowted creame were, And to sing requested, Loe, heere the fa ire created (quoth he) the world's
chief e goddesse, Sing the faire Oriana, for she is bonny bootes sweet
mistress,
Then sang the shepherds and nimphs of Diana, Long live faire Oriana.
9. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
RICHARD NICOLSOX.
SING shepherds all, and in your roundelaies, Sing onely of faire Orianaes praise, The gods above will help to beare a part, And men below will trie their greatest art, Though neither gods nor men can well apply, Fit song or tune to praise hir worthe-ly, Then sang the shepheards and nymphes of Diana, Long live faire Oriana.
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10. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
THOMAS TOMKINS, THE fauncs and satirs trip-ping, With lively nimphs, Of fresh coole brookes and fountaines, And those of woods and mountains, Like roes came mimbly skipping, By signes their mirth unripping, My fair queen they presented, With amalthcas t wnitic, Brim full of wealthie plentie, And still to give frequented, With bare gifts not contented ; The demy gods pray to the gods supernall, Hir life, hir wealth, hir tame, may be eter-nall, Then sang the shepherds and iiimphs of Diana, Long live faire Oriana.
11. MADRIGAL for Fhc Voices.
MICIIAKLL CAVENDISH. COME gentle swaines and shepherds daintie daughters,
Adorned with couitesie and comely duties, Come sing and ioy, and grace with lovely laughters,
The birth-day of the beauties. Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana, Long live faire Oriana.
,
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12. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
WILLIAM COBBOLD. WITHDRAW yourselves yee shepherds from your
bowres,
And strew the path with fiowres, The nymphs are coming, As all amazed they stand still gazing, To see such bright stars blazing, Lodian bravely treading.
The powres divine to hir doe vale their bonnets, Prepare yourselves to sound your pasterall sonnets, Then sang the shepherds and nimphs of Diana, Long live faire Oriana.
13. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
THOMAS MORLEY. -A RISE ! awake, awake, awake!
You silly shepherds sleeping ; Devise some honor for her sake,
By mirth to banish weeping. Loe wher she comes in gaudie green araying,
A prince of beauty, rich and rare ; For hir delighting, pretends to go a may ing,
You stately nymphs draw rieere, And strew your pathes with roses, In you hir trust reposes.
Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana? Long live faire Oriana.
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1. MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
JOHN FARMER,
JTAIRE nymphs I heard one telling, To beautifie the place, The faunes are running, The shepherds their pipes are tunening, To shew their cunning. The lambs amazed leave of their grazing, And blind their eyes with gazing, Attended by the muses and the graces. Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana, Long live faire Oriana.
2. MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
JOHN WILBYE. THE lady Oriana
Was dight all in the treasures of Guiana, And on hir grace a thousand graces tended, And thus sung they : Fair queene of peace and plenty, The fairest queen of twenty, Then wifli an olive wreath for peace renowned, Her virgin head they crowned, Which cremony ended, Unto hir grace the thousand graces bended, Then sang the shepherds and nymph of Diana, Long live faire Oriana.
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3. MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
THOMAS HUNT.
ARK ! did ye ever heare so sweet a singing. They sing young love to waken ; The nymphs unto the woods their queens are bringing, There was a note well taken.
0 good ! O most devinely ditti'd !
A queen and song most excellently fitted,
1 never saw a fayrer, I never heard a rarer,
Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana, Long live faire Oriana.
4. MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
THOMAS WEELKES.
As Vesta was from Latmos hill descending, She spied a maiden queene, the same ascending Attended on by all the shepherds swain, To whom Dianes darlings, came running down amaine? First two by two, then three by three, to gether, Leaving their goddess^, all alone hasted thether, And mingling with the shepherds of hir traine. With mirthful tunes hir presence entertaine, Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana, Long live faire Oriana.
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5. MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
JOHN MILTON.
TIT'
JT AYRE Oriana in the morne,
Before the day was borne,
With velvet steps on ground,
Which made nor print nor sound,
Would see hir nimphes a bed,
What lives those ladies led,
The roses blushing sayd,
O stay thou shepherds raayd,
And on a sodain all,
They rose and heard hir call.
Then sang those shepherds and nymphs of Diana,
Long live faire Oriana.
6. MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
ELLIS GIBBONS.
HOUND about hir charret with all admiring strains, The hyades and dryades give sweetest entertaynes, Lo ! how the gods, in revells do accord, Whilst doth each goddesse melodies afford : Now Baccus in consorting, Silvanus falls a sporting, Amphions harp's reporting, To the shepherds pipes sing the nymphs of Diana, Long live faire Oriana.
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7. MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
GEORGE KIRBYE,
JORIGHT Phoebus greetes most cleerely, With radient beames, faire Oriana sitting, Hir apple Venus yeelds as best befitting
A queene belov'd most deerely,
Rich Pluto leaves his treasures,
And Proserpine glad runs in hir best aray,
Nimphs deck hir crowne with bay,
Hir feete are lyons kissing.
No ioy can ther be missing.
And swels with pride to see this queene desired,
Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana,
Long live faire Oriana.
8. MADRIGAL for Six Voices*
ROBERT JONES, ]PAIRE Oriana seeming to winck at folly,
Lay softly down to sleeping ; But hearing that the world was grown unholly,
Hir rest was turned to weeping. So wakt, shee sight, and with crost armes, Sat drincking teares for others harmes. Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana, Long live faire Oriana.
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9. MADRIGAL for Six Voice*.
JOHN LISLET. JCAIRE Citharea presents hir doves,
Sweet Minerva singeth ; Jove gives a crowne,
A garland Juno bringeth, Fame summoned each celestial power, To bring their gifts to Oriana's bower. Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana, Long live faire Oriana !
10 and 27. MADR1GALE * for Six Voices.
T. MORLEY and GIOVANNI CROCE. HARD by a christal fountain, Oriana, the bright, lay do\vne a sleeping, The birds they finely chirped, the winds were stilled. Sweetly with these accenting, the air was filled : This is the faire whose head a crowne deserveth, \Yhich heav'n for her reservelh. Leave sheppards your lambs-keeping, Upon the barren mountaines ; And nimphs attend on hir and leave your bowers, For shee the sheppards lite main-taines and yowers. Then sang the sheppards and nimphs of Diana, Long live faire Oriana !
* Dr. Burney say that Wilbye has also set these words, but he has not met with the Madrigals.
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11. MADRIGAL for Six Voices.
EDWARD JOHNSON.
C.OME, come, blessed bird ! and with thy sugred rellish, Help our declining quire now to embellish ; For bonny bootes that so aloft would fetch it, Oh ! he is dead, and none of us can reach it. Then tune to us, sweet bird, thy shrill recorder, For fault of better will serve in the corus, Begin and we will follow thee in order, Then sang the wood borne minstrell of Diana, Long live faire Oriana !
12. MADRIGAL* for Six Voices.
THOMAS BATESON. Oriana walkt to take the aier, The world did strive to entertain so faire ; By Flora faire and sweetest flowers were strone, Along the way for her to tread upon : The trees did blossom, siluer riuers ran, The wind did gently play upon her fan, And then for to delight her Graces eare, The woods a temple seemd, the birds a quire. Then sang the shepherds and nimphs of Diana, Long live faire Oriana !
* This Song should have been printed in the Set of Orianaes.
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OIIIANES FAREWELL. MADRIGAL for Fixe Voices.
THOMAS BATESON. HARK ! heare you not a heavenly harmony ?
Is't Jove think you, thai plaies vpou the spheres? Heauens ! is not this heauenly melody ?
Wher Joue himself a part in musick bcares ! Now comes in a quire of night ing-ales :
Mark, how the nimphs and sheperds of the dales, How all do ioyne together in the praise,
Of Oriana's life and happy daies. Then sing ye sheperds and nimphs of Diana, In heauen Hues Oriana !
The Music of the above Twenty-eight Madrigals shortly be published by Mr. Win. II awes.
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<e To the Wor-thy, my much honoured Friend, Syr Christopher Hatton, Knight of the Honour- able Order of the Bath.
(Extract from the Preface.)
" They were most of them composed in jour owne house, and doe therefore properly belong unto you as Lord of the Soile; — and the language they speake, you provided them. — I onely furnished them with tongues to utter the same."
See the original Book in Possession of J. Bartleman, Esq. published 1612.
MABRIG-AJLS
NEWLY COMPOSED
BY ORLANDO GIBBONS,
Batcheler of Musicke, and Organist of his Maiesties Honour- able Chappell in Ordinarie.
1. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
THE siluer swanne, who liuing had no note, When death approacht vnlockt her silent throat, Leaning her breast against the reedie shore, Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more : " Farewell all joyes, O deatb, come close mine eyes ! " Moore geess than swannes now live, more fooles than wise!"
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2. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
© THAT the learned poets of this time, Who in a loue-sicke line so well can speake ; Would not consume good wit in hateful rime, But with deepe care some better subject fmde. For if their musicke please in earthly things, How would it sound if strung with heauenly strings.
First Part of 3. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
I WAIGH not fortunes frowne nor smile,
I joy not much in earthly ioyes ; I seek not state, I leake not stile,
I am not fond of Fancies toyes. I rest so pleas'd with what I have, I wish no more, no more I crave.
Second Part of 4. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
I TREMBLE not at noyse of warre,
I quake not at the thunders cracke, I shrinke not at a blazing starre,
I sound not at the newes of wracke. I feare no losse, 1 hope no gaine, 1 envy none, 1 none disdaine.
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Third Part of 5. MADRIGAL for Five Yokes. I SEE ambition neuer pleasde,
I see some tanfals starue in store, I see golds dropsie seldome easd,
I see each Midas gape for more. I neither want, nor yet abound, Inough's a feast, content is crownd.
Fourth Part of 6. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
I FAINE not friendship where I hate,
I fawne not on the great for grace, I prise, I praise a meane estate
Ne yet too loftie, nor to base. This is ail my choise, my cheere, A minde content and conscience cleere.
7. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
How art thon thral'd, O poore dis-pised creature?
Sith by creation nature made thee free, O traiterous eyes to gaze so on her feature,
That quits with scorne thy deere lost libertie.
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8. MADRIGAL for Fire Voices.
L all ioyes ! O Hell ! Now rcstlcsse cares my pillow, Sweet mirtle shades farewell !
Now come sad cipresse and forlome willow, She smiles, she laughs, she ioyes at my tormenting1,
Tost on despaires blacke billowe, O let race dye lamenting.
9. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
fine bird, thou art encaged there, Alas ! how like, thine and my for-tuncs are ? Both prisoners be, and both singing, thus Strive to please her that hath imprisoned us; Onely thus we differ, thou and I, Thou liu'st singing, but 1 sing and dye.
10. MADRIGAL /or Five Voices.
]PAIRE ladies that to love capti-ued are, And chast desires doe nourish in your minde
Let not her fault, your sweet affections marre, Ne blot the bountie of all woman-kinde.
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11. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
thousands good, one wanton dame to finde, Amongst the roses grow some wicked weedes, For this was not to love but lust inclinde, For love doth alwayes bring forth bounteous deedes, And in each gentle hart desire of honour breeds.
12. MADRIGAL for Five Voices,
Wow each flowry ban eke of May, Woves the streames that glide away, Mountaines fan'd by a sweet gale, Love the humble looking dale, Windes the loued leaues doe kisse, Each thing iasteth of loves blisse. Onely I, though blest I be, To be loued by desteny. Loue confest by her sweet breath, Whose love is life, whose hate is death.
13. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
]L is now olde, that erst attempting lasse,
To goddesse Venus consecrates her glasse, For she herselfe hath now no use of one, No dimpled cheekes hath she to gaze upon, Shee cannot see her spring-time damaske grace, Nor dare she looke upon her winter»faee.
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14. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. is our lifb ? a play of passion, Our mirth the musicke of diuision, Our mother's wombes the trying houses be, Where \ve are drest for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharpe spectator is, That sits and markes still who doth act amisse, Our graves that hide us from the searching sun, Are like drawne curtaynes when the play is done. Thus march wee playing to our latest rest, Onely we dye in earnest, that's no iest.
15. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
A H deere hart, why doe you rise ?
The light that shines comes from yours eyes,
The day breakes not, it is my heart,
To thinke that you and I must part,
O stay, or else my joyes will dye,
And perish in their infancie.
Ff
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ON THE DEATH OF MY DEAR MISTRIS.
16. MADRIGAL /or Five Voices. ]FAIRE is the rose, yet fades with heate or colde, Sweete are the violets, yet soon grow olde ; The lillie's white, yet in one day tis done, White is the snow yet melts against the sunne. So white so sweet was my faire mistris face, Vet altred quite in one short hours space ; So short liu'd beautie a vaine glosse doth borrow, Breathing delight to-day, but none to-morrow.
First of Part 17. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
WAY let me weepe, though others teares be spent, Though all eyes dryed be, let mine be wet ;
Unto thy graue ile pay this yeerely rent, Thy liuelesse coarse, demands of me this debt.
I owe more teares then ever coarse did craue, I pay more teares than ere was payd to graue.
Second Part of 18. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. WERE let the sunne with his deceiuing light,
Seeke to make glad these watry eyes of mine ; My sorrow sutes with melancholy night,
I ioy in dole, in languishment I pine. My deerest friend is set, he was my sunne,
With whom my mirth, my ioy, and all is done.
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Third Part of 19. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
YET if that age had frosted ore his head, Or if his face had furrowed beene with yceres,
I would not thus bemone that hee is dead
I might have beene more niggard of my teares.
But O the sunne new rose is gone to bed,
And lillies in their spring-time hang their head.
20. MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
TRUST not too much, faire youth, unto thy feature,
Be not enamored of thy blushing hew ; Be gamesome whilst thou art a goodly creature,
The flowers will fade that in thy garden grew. Sweet violets are gathered in their spring, White prim it fals without en pittying.
There is no doubt that Syr Christopher Ilallon, Knight of the Honourable Order of the Bath, wrote the Words of the above Twenty Madrigals, according to the Preface of the Work. See. Dr. Boycc. See an Account of Sir Christopher Hatton, Abbey Guide ; also a very curious Monument of him. J I at ton Garden was named after him.
Orlando Gibbons was Organist of King1 s College Chapel, Cambridge, and of the Chapels Royal of King James the First, in 1604 : Batchelor in Music at Cambridge, 1606. He died at Canterbury, of the small pox, on Whit-Sunday, (which was on the bth of June) 1625.
TffE END.
ERRATA.
In the Glee, " Are the white hours for ever fled," Page 5, in the second line, for make read mark.
In the Glee, " Arise ye winds," in the 9th line, for Cruel, ah ! how he swore, read Cruel, ah! cruel how he swore — and in the llth and 12th lines, for
Next to the powers divine,
But see, O God of love ! men's treachery :
read
Next to the powers divine but see, O God of love ! men's treachery :
The Madrigal, " O sing unto my roundelaie," is the Composition of Mr. Samuel Wesley, and not of Mr. Webbe, to whom it is given by mistake, in Page 228.
" Come live with me and be my love," the Poetry was written by Christopher Marlow, and not by H^n. Shakspeare, see Page 45.
" If love and all the world were young," the Poetry was written by Sir. Walter Raleigh, (but they were published by Bell, under the name of Shakspeare, in a work of his Poems :) — See ENGLAND'S HELICON.
" What shaft of fate," Page 372, by Mr. S.Wesley, has been inserted by mistake as a Glee for Four Voices, but it is a Song by that Gentle- man, with a Piano-forte Accompaniment,
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