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 CONTAININO 
 
 THE MOST FAVORITE PIECES, 
 
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 THE HARMONISTS* SOCIETY, THE ARGYLL GLEE CLUB, THE 
 LODGE OF ANTIQUITY, THE SOMERSET HOUSE LODGE, 
 THE LODGE OF INVERNESS, AND THE LODGE OF 
 PRUDENCE, 122, OF FREEMASONS, THE AMA- 
 TEUR GLEE CLUB, EVENING PARTIES, AND 
 ALL PUBLIC SOCIETIES, IN GENERAL. 
 
 CO^'IPILED BY 
 
 RICHARD CLARK, 
 
 ONE OF THE GENTLEMEN OF HIS MAJESTy's CHAPELS ROYAL, 
 AND DEPUTY AT ST. PAUL's AND WESTMINSTER ABBEY. ' 
 
 *'May the Chorus of our Songs, as they go round, be able to 
 CATCH the true spirit of glee, and all our caies go off, like the re- 
 port of a CANNON " — T. D. 
 
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 look for encouragement, if not at home, and among his 
 own countrymen ? 
 
 If it were not for the Noblemen and Gentlemen be- 
 longing to the Catch Club, the Glee Club, and a few- 
 other Musical Societies, (some of which are mentioned 
 in the title page) who can value the indefatigable study 
 and labour of the above composers, their works would 
 be laid, untouched, neglected, and almost forgotten, on 
 the shelf. 
 
 The Glee, "If wine and music," page 370, is also set 
 for 3 Voices, by Mr. J. B. Sale, pub. single — Argyll 
 Rooms. 
 
 Mr. Sale, Secretary to the Catch Club, Thatched House, 
 
 St. James Street. 
 Mr. Blackbourn, Secretary to the Glee Club, Crown and 
 
 Anchor, Strand. 
 Mr. Glennie, Secretary to the Harmonist's Society, Al- 
 bion Tavern, Aldersgate Street. 
 
 N.B. — Any information respecting the Clubs, may be 
 had as above. 
 
111. 
 
 PUBLICATIONS SPOKEN OF IN THIS WORK. 
 
 The Convito Harmonico. 
 A Work edited by S. IFebbe, jun. published by Chappell, No. 
 50, New Bond Street, in 4 volumes, ^1.16 *. — To be continued. 
 
 Vocal Harmony. 
 A Work published by Messrs. Clenienti& Co. 2(^y Cheapside, in 6 
 books, £\. . s. 
 
 Any of the Glees in the above Work may be had single. 
 
 Dr. Callcott's Two Volumes, 
 Edited by JFm. Horsleij, M.B. published by Birchall & Co. — 
 
 133, New Bond Street. 
 This Work contains a very fine Portrait of the Dr. and also a very 
 
 interesting account of his Life and Writings. 
 
 The Triumphs of Oriana. 
 
 Edited and published by Wm. Hawes ; the first time printed in 
 store, with a very curious and interesting biographical account of 
 Queen Elizabeth. 
 
 Also those Madrigals formerly published by the Rev. Mr. Webbe, 
 The above Works may be had at the Royal Harmonic Institution. 
 24(), Regent Street, or No. 7> Adelphi Terrace, Strand. 
 
 Those Madrigals with Hawes at the bottom were published by him« 
 
 GOULDING & Co. Music Publishers, No. 20, Soho Square. 
 
 POWERS, Music Publisher, 34, Strand. 
 N.B. All the Irish Melodies may be had as above. 
 
 MONZANI, Music Publisher, 28, Regent Street. 
 
 PRESTON, Music Publisher. /I. Dean Street, Soho. 
 Any old and scarce Songs may be had above. 
 
 Eiiterpean, 
 
 A Work published by Mr. Snovvden, a Sadler by trade, and a 
 lover of Music, 
 
tv. 
 
 Mr, Sales Three Volumes, 
 
 Containing many Glees by the late Earl of Mornington, some by 
 himself, and others. 36, Marshara Street, Westminster. 12*. each. 
 
 Mr, T, TFalmisley' s Book of Glees, 
 
 And those single, may be had of him, and at all the principal 
 Music Shops. 
 
 The Editor has been informed that those pieces of Poetry beaiing 
 the name of Little, are by T. Moore, he having formerly assumed 
 that uame, as author. 
 
 WarrerCs Numbers, 
 
 It is much to be regretted, that a work which is become so valu- 
 able as that brought out by Mr. Warren, who was Secretary to the 
 Noblemen and Gentlemen's Catch Club, should have contained so 
 many compositions which could not, from the nature of the words, 
 be left open to the inspection of our families. Those obscene 
 Catches were meant to be sung only among the wits of that time* 
 but were never intended to appear in print, before the public ; 
 many of the numbers containing those words, were bought up, and 
 purposely destroyed j and many were also destroyed by a firej which 
 
 happened at Wai-ren's house. Some of the scarce numbers have 
 been sold for as much as 5 and 9 guineas, and the work for 40 
 gfuineas : it is, however, much reduced in price, though not in value. 
 This work was brought out in 32 numbers, containing 652 pieces, 
 at 2*. Qd' per number j the scarce numbers are 11, 17, 23, 24, 
 27, and 31. 
 
 It will be seen (by the following extract from the preface to a 
 work composed and published by Orlando Gibbons, and dedicated 
 to his great friend Syr Chris. Hatton, containing 20 Madrigals) that 
 the poetry was written by Syr C. Hatton, viz : 
 
 ** They were most of them composed in your own house, and the 
 language they speake, you provided them, I orly furnished them 
 with tongues to utter the same." 
 
Musica Transalpina, 
 
 It appears by the preface to the first book of this Work, published 
 1588, byN. Yonge, that the whole was translated from the Italian, 
 by a gentlemen of the name of Thomas Watson, an Italian merchant, 
 principally for his own delight and use, except two of them trans, 
 lated from Ariosto, by Wm. Byrde, and set to music by him. 
 
 T. MORLEY also published some Madrigals collected out of the 
 best and most approved Italian composers' works, to 4 and 5 voices, 
 which are also translated into English, and, most likely by Morley 
 himself, for Baldwin (1591) speaking of Morley, says, 
 
 ** With singer and with penne, had not his peere j" 
 And also states, that it was the custom, with many of our English 
 Madrigalists, not only to compose the music, but the words also, 
 the gi-eat tendency of which Morley sharply reproves, as savouring 
 of indecency, and, not unfrequently, of impiety. See his learned 
 Introduction to Music, p. 205. 
 
 He too, says the account, was his own poet ; and this may, in 
 some degree, account for the unnatural accommodation of the words, 
 in some of the madrigals from the Italian composers, published by 
 him. Supposing Morley to have understood but little of that lan- 
 guage, this may also account for its now and then having occasioned 
 such a distortiou of measure and rhyme, and obscurity of construc- 
 tion. Syr Chris. Hatton also complains of the badness of the poetry 
 of his time, in a madrigal, page 192, which he wrote, and which was 
 set to music by Or. Gibbons, viz : 
 
 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 ryhme. 
 But with deep care some better subject seek. 
 
 N.B. For the information of those who may have Music?l Li- 
 braries to dispose of, Mr. Musgrave, Auctioneer, No. 5, Bread Street, 
 Cheapside, is strongly recommended, who understands music very 
 well, knows the best and most favourite works, ancient and modern , 
 and, consequently, can pnt the music together in lots, so as to sell 
 to the most advantage. 
 
GLEES, MADRIGALS, 
 
 The Grace. 
 
 CANON for 3 Foices.-^W. Byrd. 
 
 NoN nobis, Domine ! non nobis, sed nomini tuo da 
 gloriam.* 
 
 PSALM CXV. 
 
 Not unto us, O Lord ! not unto us, but unto thy name 
 be the praise ! 
 
 * It has been usual at public meetings on some occasions to ap* 
 plaud, after singing this grace ; but the breach, rather than the 
 observance, of this custom, would certainly be more decorous. 
 " Non nobis, Domine !'* is a solemn act of thanksgiving, felt and 
 expressed in the most divine strains, not intended to excite applause, 
 but to inspire the heart with the deepest sense of gratitude to the 
 Divine Being. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Fbices.^S. Webbe. 
 (Con. Tenor, and Base.) 
 Glorious Apollo from on high beheld us. 
 
 Wandering 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 5 
 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, Webhe, 
 
 Con^to, p. 258.— Single, BirchalPs— Do. Chapell's. 
 
 * This is invariably the first Glee that is sung at the Glee Club, 
 after **Non nobis, Dominel" and was written and composed by 
 Mr. Webbe before the Club was established, when the meetings 
 were held alternately at each others house, and hence he describes 
 them, Wand'ring to find a temple for his praise. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Toice^.— S. Webbe.— iJferfa/, 1768. 
 (Treble, Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 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, 
 
 Convito, p. 350.— Single, Birchall.— Warren, No. 7, p. 24. 
 
GLEE for 4 Fbices.—J. S. Smith. 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 As on a summer's day. 
 In a green- wood shade I lay 5 
 
 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 swaip, 
 
 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 ! 
 
 Tune thy pipe once again. 
 And make the garland mine !" — Eowe. 
 
 Single, BirchalPs.— Convito, p. 180.— -Warren, No. 15, p. 30.— 
 Bland, Vol. VI. p. 715. 
 
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GLEE for 3 Voices,'-^. Webbe. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base 3 or Con. Ten. Baie.) 
 As o'er the varied meads I stray. 
 Or trace through winding woods my way 5 
 Wlxile 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 5 
 My soul responsive hails the scene, 
 Attun'd to joy and peace within. 
 But, musing on the liberal 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, 
 
 Single, BirchalPs.— King's Book, p, 62. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices.— -J) x^B^^-^Mudal, 1783. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Awake, iEolian lyre, awake ! 
 
 And give to rapture all thy trembling strings 5 
 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 Ceres' golden reign : 
 
 Now rolling down the steep amain. 
 
 Headlong, impetuous, see it pour ; 
 
 The rocks and nodding groves re-hellow to the roar. 
 
 Gray. 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 445.— Single, BirchalPs.— Warren, 
 No. 22, p. 4.— Convito, p. 252. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 roices.—Dr. Cooke.— Pri^e Glee, 1782. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. and Base.) 
 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 5 
 
 Soft let me tread this favoured 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. 
 
 Thos, Jas^ Mathias, 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 388. — Convito, p. 82.»— Single^ 
 Birchall, 4ittQ Cbapell.— Warren, No. 21, p. U. 
 
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GLEE /or 4 Foices» — Dr, Callcott. 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Are the white hours for ever fled, 
 
 That us'd to mark the cheerful day ? 
 And ev*ry blooming pleasure dead. 
 
 That led th* enraptnr'd soul astray I 
 Too fast the rosy-footed train. 
 
 The blest delicious moments past 5 
 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. 
 
 Miss Aikin — Annual Register, 
 
 Single, Birchairs.—Warren, No. 29, p. 26. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Foices, — Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 As I was going to Derby, 
 
 ^Twas on a market-day, 
 1 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 kilVd 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 l-^Old Ballad. 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 406. — Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fbices.^'Dr, Callcott, 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Abelard. 
 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 I 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 ! 
 
 Cawthorney Master of Tunbridge School. 
 
 CATCH for 3 Fbices.-^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. 
 
 Dr, CaUcott, 
 Single, BirchalL 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices.-S, Webbb. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Arise, ye winds ! from your deep caves, 
 And rouse, oh ! rouse the swelling waves f 
 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, tliro' the track 
 
Of yielding floods : while left alone 
 
 I sigh, and tell deaf rocks my moan. 
 
 Cruel, ah ! cruel, 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 beliefs betray'd. 
 
 And all my hopes, just blooming, fade. 
 
 Come 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 5 
 
 And then she laid her down, and died. 
 
 Convito, p. 152.— Webbe's 4th Book, p. 35. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices, — R. J. S. Stevens, 
 
 (Con. 3 Ten. and Base.) 
 All my sense thy sweetness 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 del. 
 
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 Now thy sweetness, sour is deemed. 
 Thy hair, not worth a hair, esteemed j 
 Reason hath thy words removed, 
 Finding that but words they proved : 
 
 Fal la la leridan, 
 
 Dan dan dan deridan dei. 
 
 Woe to me, alas I she weepeth 5 
 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 I 
 Know, my words their faults acknowledge : 
 Fal la la leridan, 
 Dan dan dan deridan dei. 
 
 Sir Philip Sidney, 
 5 Coll.— Preston, 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. 
 R. Cooke, and also by R. J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Adieu, ye jovial youths ! who join 
 To plunge old care in floods of wine j 
 
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 And, as your dazzled eye-balls roll, 
 
 Discern him struggling in the bowl. 
 
 The sole confusion I admire 
 
 Is tliat my Daph'ne's eyes inspire ; 
 
 I scorn the madness you approve. 
 
 And value reason next to love. — Shenstone, 
 
 R. Cooke's let Book.— Birchall.— Preston's. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, ^R. J* S. Stbvens. 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Ask me, " why I send you here, 
 This firstling of the infant year?" 
 Ask me, ^^ why I send to you, 
 This primrose all bepearl'd with dew ?" 
 I strait will whisper 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 in sending ?'* 
 I must tell you, " these discover 
 What doubts and fears are in a lover." 
 
 Carew's Poems, 
 Convito, p. 424.— Stevens* 5 Book.— Preston's. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 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 though 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 5 
 
 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'd be wooing in my boys. 
 
 Mr, Gilbert Cooper, 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voiccs,-^-^, Webbe. 
 
 Away ! away ! we've crown' d the day, 
 The hounds are waiting for their prey ; 
 
 The huntsman's call invites ye all. 
 Come in, boys, while ye may. 
 
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 The jolly horn, the rosy mom, 
 
 With harmony of deep-mouth'd hounds ; 
 For these, my boys, are sportsman's joys. 
 
 Our pleasure knows no bounds. 
 
 GLEE f(yr 5 Voices.--^, J. S, Stevens. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 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. 
 Without life, to live ! without death, to die. 
 
 DUETT.— George Hayden. 
 
 (Tenor and Base.) 
 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. 
 The wanton snow flew to her breast. 
 As little birds into their nest ; 
 But being overcome with whiteness there. 
 For grief dissolved into a tear. 
 Thence falling on her garment's hem. 
 To deck her, froze into a gem. 
 The wanton snow, &c. 
 
 Da Capo. 
 Single, Birchall. — 3 Voi. by Hen. Lawes.— Playford's Musical 
 Companion, p. 121, 1673. — Convito, p. 97, Chappell. 
 
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 THE ENQUIRY. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices, — J. Battishill. 
 
 (Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and Base. 
 Amidst the myrtles as T walk. 
 Love and myself thus enter talk ; 
 " Tell me," said I, in deep distress, 
 " Where I may find my shepherdess ?'* 
 
 "Til en fool," said love, " knovvst thou not this ? 
 
 *^ \\\ ev'ry thing that's good she is 5 
 
 ** In yonder tulip go and seek, 
 
 " There thou shalt find her lip and cheek." 
 
 *^ 'Tis true," said I, and'therepon, 
 
 And went and pluck'd them, one by one, 
 
 To make a part a union. 
 
 But, on a sudden, all was gone. 
 
 At which I stopt ; said love, ^' these be, 1 
 " Fond man, resemblances of thee ; 
 " For, as these flowers, thy joy must die, 
 " Even in the turning of an eye." 
 ...^ T, Carew, Esq.-^IQQS, 
 
 Says love to me, ^' thou foolish swain, 
 " Thy search in myrtle grove is vain ; ' 
 " Examine well thy noblest part, '. 
 
 " Thou'lt find her seated in thy heart. \ 
 
 The late ^arl of Sandwich, 
 
 Convlto, p. 150. — Single, Biichall. — 3 Vol. by Hen. Lawes. — Mu- 
 sical Companion by Playford, p. 122, 1673.— -Warren, No. 4, p. 18. 
 
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 MADRIGAL for 4 rc^zce^.—DowLAND,— 1597. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Awake, sweet love ! thou art returned, 
 My heart, which long in absence mourn'd, 
 
 Lives now in perfect joy 5 
 Only herself hath seemed fair, 
 She only I could love 5 
 
 She only drave me to despair, 
 When she unkind did prove. 
 
 Despair did make me wish to die. 
 
 That I my joys might end \ 
 She only who did make me fly, 
 
 My state may now amend. 
 
 If she esteem thee now aught worthy 
 She will not grieve thy love henceforth. 
 
 Which so despair hath proved ; 
 Despair hath proved now in me, 
 That love will not inconstant be. 
 
 Though long in vain I lov*d 5 
 If she at last reward th)^ love. 
 
 And all thy harms repair, 
 Thy happiness will sweeter prove, 
 
 Rais'd up from deep despair ; 
 And if that now thou welcome be. 
 
 When thou with her dost meet. 
 She all this while but play'd with thee 
 
 To make thy joys more sweet. 
 
 Hawes. 
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 DUET.— Sir J. Stevenson. 
 
 (Tenor and Base.) 
 Ajlas, poor fly ! thy race is run, 
 
 But thou hast lov'd and liv'd with glee 5 
 And, ah ! behold my setting sun, 
 
 For I have lov*d and livM like thee. 
 One glass has formed this grave of thine, 
 An hundred hogsheads may be mine. 
 
 The Tenor of the above was composed expressly for Mr. Incledon. 
 Power's, single. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Voices. — ^Earl Mornington. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 And for 3 Voices, — W, Knyvett. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Atj it fdl, upon a duy, 
 In the merry month of May 5 
 Sitting in a pleasant shade. 
 With a grove of myrtles made j 
 Beasts did leap, and birds did sing. 
 Trees did grow, and plants did spring 5 
 Every thing did banish moan. 
 Save the nightingale alone : 
 She, (poor bird !) as all forlorn, 
 Lean'd her breast against a thorn ; 
 And there sung the doleful' st ditty. 
 Which to hear it was great pity. 
 That to hear her thus complain, 
 Scarce could I from tears refrain \ 
 
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 For her griefs, so lovely shown, 
 Made me thinli upon my own. — Shakspeare. 
 Single, Birchall.— Warren, No. 17, p. 1. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fbices.—S, Wkbbe. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Around the festive board we social join, 
 Quaffing full draughts of mirth-inspiring wine 5 
 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 /or 4 Voices, 
 L. Atterbvry,— Gained a Prize, 177B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Adieu, ye streams ! that smoothly flow, 
 Ye vernal airs ! that softly blow ; 
 Ye trees ! by blooming spring array'd, 
 Ye birds ! that warble thro' 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. 
 Warren, No. 17, p. 35.— Clementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 296. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Foices.— Dr. Coqkb. 
 
 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 5 
 What Nature yields, what arts command. 
 Is found in Britain's happy land. 
 
 Warren, No. 18. p. 45. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices.-^W. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Awake, fair maid ! the silvan lyre, 
 Now fraught with love's poetic fire. 
 
 Floats on the zephyr's wigns ; 
 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. 
 
 2d Collection, Birchall. 
 
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 MADRIGAL /or 5 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. 
 
 To Phillis raise the cheerful lay, 
 
 O, bid her haste ! and come away 5 
 
 In sweetest smile herself adorn, 
 
 And add new graces to the morn. 
 
 Burns* 
 
 Single Birchairs. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices.'-B.. J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Treb. Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Blow, blow, thou mnter-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 ! 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 fuost jolly. 
 
 ^ Shaks2)eare, Comedy of As you like it. 
 Song hy Dr, Arne. 
 Single Birchall's. 
 
 AT A SOLEMN MUSIC. 
 
 ODE for 5 Voices, J. S. S^itu,— -Medal, 1775. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Blest pair of sirens, pledges of heaven's joy. 
 
 Sphere-bom harmonious sisters. Voice and Verse, 
 Wed your divine sounds, and mix'd pow'r employ. 
 
 Dead things, with inbreathed sense, able to pierce j 
 And, to our high raised 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, 
 Tlieir loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow, 
 And the cherubic host in thousand quires. 
 Touch their immortal hai*ps of golden wires. 
 With those just spirits, that wear victorious palms. 
 Hymns devout, and holy psalms 
 
 Singing everlastingly : 
 
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 That we on earth, with undiscording voice, 
 
 May rightly answer that melodious noise, 
 
 As once we did ; till disproportioned sin 
 
 JarrM against Nature's chime, and with harsh din 
 
 Broke the fair music that all creatures made 
 
 To their great lord, whose love their motion swayed 
 
 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,'^ 
 
 Convito, p. 121. — Single, Birchall. — Clementi*s Vocal Harmony, 
 p. 252.— Warren, No. 14. p. 37.— Single, Chappell's. 
 
 • Bishop Williams, while he was Lord Keeper, chose to retain 
 the deanery of Westminster for the sake of the choral service per- 
 formed there : he was loath, says his hiatorian, to stir from that 
 seat where he had the command of such exquisite music j and in a 
 more particular manner the same person speaks of the love which 
 that great Prelate bore to music ; for, says he, that God might be 
 praised with a cheerful noise in his sanctuary, he procured the 
 sweetest music both for the organ and voices of all parts, that ever 
 was heard in an English quire ; in those days, that Abbey and the 
 Jerusalem chamber, where he gave entertainment, were the volaries 
 of the choicest singers that the land had bred. 
 
 Life of the Lord Keeper Williams, by Hackett, Bishop of Litch- 
 field and Coventry, p. Q2, 46. Milton has been very explicit in de- 
 claring what kind of music delighted him most in the verses above. 
 
 Sir J, Hawkins, \stv. 
 Preliminary Discourse, Ixxxiv. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Foices.^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 impoverish'd you ? 
 
 Mdison, 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices,^'Dv, Callcott. 
 (2 Trebles and Base, or Con. Ten, and Base.) 
 
 Blow, warder ! blow thy sounding horn, 
 
 And thy banner wave on high 5 
 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 5 
 
 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 he could see, 
 I see a bold knight, and by his red cross, 
 
 He comes from the east country. 
 
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 Then loud the warder blew his horn, 
 And caird 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 bj''. 
 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 ; 
 
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 And the mass shall be sung, 
 And the bells shall be rung, 
 And the feast eat merrily. 
 
 Single Birchall.— Evans's Old Ballads. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices, — S. Webbe and S. Paxton. 
 (Treb. Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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. — Mr, Phillips, 
 Wai-ren, No. 17, p. 8.— Convito, p. 105.— Chappell. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices,^R. J, S. Stevens. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Balmy gale ! I prithee say. 
 
 Whence those wings in fragrance dyed ? 
 O'er my love you chanced to stray, 
 
 She the perfum'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 ? 
 Yield, Narcissus ! in her eye 
 
 See what tipsy brightness swims ; 
 Their delicious languors lie. 
 
 Drooping grief your lustre dims. 
 
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 Wisdom ! were you left to chuse 
 What is sweetest, what is best j 
 
 All things else you would refuse. 
 If with her you might be blest. 
 
 From the Persic, 
 Vocal Harmony, Clementi, p. 384. 
 The first 2 Ver. by Wm. Horsley, for 5 Voi. 2 Con. Ten. and 2 
 Bases. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices^-^S. Webbe. 
 
 DoaiNDA's sparkling wit and eyes. 
 
 United, cast too fierce a light ; 
 It quickly flashes, quickly dies. 
 
 Charms not the heart, but burns the sight. 
 
 Love is all gentleness, love is all joy. 
 
 Sweet are his looks, and soft his pace j 
 Her cupid is a blackguard boy. 
 
 That holds his link just in your face. 
 
 Altered hy Wehhe 
 
 from Tom Broion, 
 
 Warren, No. 10, p. 16. 
 
25: 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices.^W, Horsley, M.B* 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base) 
 
 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, 
 
 Single, Birchall. — Convito, p. 402. 
 * Set as a Glee also by SpolBforth. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Foices.^Sig. Giardint. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Beviamo tutti tre, un' a la volta, 
 Voglio bene, signor si, 
 
 Bav viva bravo 
 
 Obligato Signori miei 
 Oh ! che gusto star allegri 
 E Bever del bon vin, 
 
 Convito, p. 162. — Single, Birchall. — ^Warren, No. 1, p. 20.— Sin- 
 gle, Chappell. 
 
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 GLEE for 5 Foice^.—C. S. Evans.— Pme Glee, 1811. 
 (2 Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Beauties, have you se6n a toy. 
 Called love, a little boy ? 
 Almost naked, wanton, blind, 
 Cniel 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, — Bm Jonson, 
 
 Clementi, single. — ^To be had of the Composer. 
 
 CATCH /or 4 Voices. --'Dt. Arne. 
 
 Buz, quoth the blue fly ; 
 
 Hum, quoth the bee ; 
 Buz and hum they cry, 
 
 And so do we ; 
 In his ear, his nose. 
 
 Thus do you see : 
 He eat the dormouse. 
 
 Else it was he. — Ben Jonson, 
 
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 GLEE /or 6 Foices.-^M, Rock, 
 
 (2 Cons. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 By the pricking of my thumbs 
 Something wicked this way comes ; 
 Shew his eyes, and grieve his heart, 
 Come like shadows, so depart. 
 
 Shakspeare, — Macbeth, 
 
 GLEE for 5 Vokes.-m. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Beautx, sweet love ! is like the morning dew, 
 
 Whose short refresh upon the tender green 
 Cheers for awhile, but till the sun doth $hew, 
 
 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, 
 1st Collection, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices.'—W. Horsley, M.B. 
 (2 Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Blest is the fairy hour, the twilight shade 
 
 Of evening, wandering thro' her woodland dear; 
 Sweet the still sound that steals along the glade, 
 Tis fancy wafts it ! apd her votaries hear. 
 
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 'Tis fancy wafts it ! and, how sweet the sound ! 
 
 I hear it now, the distant hills up-long ! 
 While fairy echoes, from their dells around, 
 And woods and wilds, the feeble notes prolong. 
 
 • Mrs, ItadcUff'*s Romance of 
 Athli7i and Dimhane, 
 1st Collection, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. ^—^^ , Hawes. 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 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 ! wherever you flow. 
 Far hence, to water drinkers go ; 
 Go, to 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. 
 
 Single, Argyle Rooms. 
 
 P3 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Voices. — Sir John Stevenson. 
 
 Prize Glee, 1812. 
 
 And DUETT.— Dr. Clarke. 
 
 Borne 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, Danvyn. 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices, 
 L. Atterbury. — Prize Glee, 1780. 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Begone, dull care ! without delay, 
 To gloomy deserts haste away j 
 
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 . Hither haste ye sons of pleasure ! 
 Joys here know no bounds nor measure 5 
 Banish care, and drowsy thinking, 
 Now's the reign of love and drinking. 
 
 Warreni No. 19, p. 20.— dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 350. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voioes,-^. Hawjbs* 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 JBring 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 whisp'ring zephyrs 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 Duchess of Devonshire, 
 
 Single, Argyle Rooms, 
 
MASONIC ODE for 3 ^020^5.— Dr. Cookb. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 By mason's art the aspiring dome, 
 
 In various columns shall arise \ 
 All climates are their native home, 
 
 Their god-like actions reach the skies. 
 Heroes and kings revere their name. 
 
 And poets sing their deathless fame ; 
 Great, gen'rous, noble, wise, and brave. 
 
 Are titles they most justly claim. 
 Their deeds shall live beyond the grave. 
 Which babes unborn shall loud proclaim 5 
 Times shall their glorious acts enrol. 
 Whilst love and friendship charm the soul. 
 Warren, Na. 27, p. 5. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 roiVe^.— M. Rock. 
 (Cott. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Beneath 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 ! 
 
 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 1 O sweet ! Anne Page ! — Shenstone, 
 Single, Argyle Rooms.— Warren, No. 23, p. 10. 
 
GLEE for 3 Fbkes.—S. Webbe. 
 
 CCon^ Ten. and Base J 
 Bacghus, Jove's delightful boy, 
 Gen'rous god of wine and joy ; 
 Still exhilarates my soul. 
 With the raptures of the bowl. 
 
 Then with feather'd feet I bound, 
 Dancing in the festive round ; 
 Then I feel the sparkling wine. 
 Transports delicate — divine ! 
 
 Then the sprightly music warms ! 
 Songs, beauty, and music charms ', 
 Debonaire, and light, and gay. 
 Thus I dance the hours away. 
 
 Fawkes* Anacreon, 
 Euterpean,-^In Warren, No* 6, p, 18, by Nonis. 
 
 GLEE fpr 4 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 thee. 
 Condescend and be my guest ; 
 
 Haste, and quickly come, I pray thee. 
 That thy vot'ry may be blest. 
 
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 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 3 
 
 Joys shall flow, more than I offer, 
 Haste thee, then, and come away. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fbiees, — Lord Mornington. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 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. 
 
 Warren, No. 20, p. 18. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices,— R, Spofforth. 
 (Con. Ten and Base J 
 Brontb, Piragmo e Sterope 
 Del cor m'han fatto incudine, 
 E del griui Giove il folgore 
 Battendo in esso van. 
 
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 Eolo vi mena il mantice, 
 
 Plutone il fiioco stuzzica, 
 
 Le Furie il fulmin temprano, 
 
 I Fati a Giove il dan. — Matastasio. — M,S. 
 
 Translation. 
 
 Brontes, Pyracmonj and Steropes, have made of my 
 heart an anvil, and are beating the thunder bolt of great 
 Jove upon it. iEolus blows the bellows, Pluto stirs the 
 fire, the Furies temper the bolt, and the Fates hand it 
 to Jove. — Spofforth, 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voiees,^S, Webbe.* 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 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. 
 
 Lord Landsdoivn, 
 
 * And set for 4 Voi. — Ireland. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Foicc^.-— Dt. Rogers, 1673. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 CcMEj come, all noble souls ! who, skilled 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 off ring at their shrine is love and harmony. 
 
 Single, Birchall. — Playford's Musical Companion, p. 186. — Con- 
 vito, p. 245. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — Battishill. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Consign'j) to dust, beneath this stone, 
 
 In manhood's prime, is Damon laid ; 
 Joyless he liv'd, but died 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. 
 
 PearcJis Collection. 
 Warren, No. 1, p. 22.--Elegant Extracts, Book 2nd, 319. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices. — Lord Mornington. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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, 
 Single, BirchalL— Warren, No. 17, p. 38. 
 
 On Shenstone, 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. — Dr. Arne. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Comb, 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. 
 
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 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. ^ 
 
 Cunning hain, 
 
 Convito, p. 46. — ^Warren, No. 8, p. 20. — Clementrs Vocal Har- 
 mony, p. 94. 
 
 The above Glee is invariably sung at the Glee and Catch Clubs, 
 on the first Meeting after the decease of any Member. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Lord Mornington. 
 
 (Treble Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Come, fairest nymph ! resume thy reign. 
 Bring all the graces in thy train ; 
 With balmy breath, and IQow'ry head. 
 Rise from thy soft ambrosial bed ; 
 Where, in Elysian slumber bound. 
 Embowering myrtles veil thee round ; 
 Awake, in all thy glories drest. 
 Recall the zephyr from the west. 
 Restore the sun, revive the skies, 
 At Nature's call, and mine, arise ! 
 Great Nature's self upbraids thy stay 
 And misses her accustomed May. 
 
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 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. 
 Warren, No. 18, p. 19.— Single, Birchall.— Convito, p. 252. 
 
 LOVERS AND BACCHANALS. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices.^S. Webbb. 
 (Con. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 Lovers. 
 Cupid, my pleasure ! soft love, I thee implore 5 
 
 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 will mirth produce. 
 And give us ease. 
 
 The words altered hy Mr, Wehhe from Leveridge, 
 Single, Birchall's. — Essex Harmony, p.. 48. 
 £2 
 
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 EPITAPH 
 
 On W, JUnves, a Musician, killed at the Siege of West 
 Chester, during the Interregnum, 
 
 GLEE for 5 Fo2ce5.— -Rt. Cooke.— Prue 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 Lavves was slain by those, whose wills were laws. 
 Warren, No. 27, p. 10. 
 
 ELEGY 
 
 On the Death of IF, Lawes, 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices, — Simon Ives. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Lament and mourn, he's dead and gone, 
 That was the most admired one 5 
 
 Renowned Lawes. 
 General of the forces all, 
 In Europe that were musical ; 
 Have we not cause to weep and moum. 
 When as the children yet unborn 
 
 May make us sad, 
 To think that neither girl nor boy 
 Shall ever live for to enjoy 
 
 Such Lawes as once we had. 
 
 Musica Antiqua, J. S. Smith, p. 166. 
 
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 THE milk-maid's SONG. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices.—S, Webbb, 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Comb, 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 5 
 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. 
 
 Shakspeare*s Poems, 
 Chr. Marlow*— England's Helicon, 1600. 
 Ditto Walton's Angler. 
 
 * Chr. Marlow was killed by Ben Jonson. 
 
 Convito, p. 64, and single Chappeirs.— Single, Birchairs. 
 The above was set to music by Shakespeare, and sung to him by 
 his daughter at an entertainment She also accompanied herself 
 on the virginals — See an account by Sir G, Esterling, 1598. 
 
 jb3 
 
THE MILK-MAip's MOTHER's SONG. — ANSWER TO COME 
 LIVE WaTH ME. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices.— S.Webbv., 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 
 If loye 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 3 
 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. 
 
 In Shakspeare's Poems, 
 
 Sir Waltei- Raleigh.*— See England's Helicon, 1660. 
 
 • Sir W. Raleigh beheaded in Old Palace Yard, 1618. Aged 65. 
 
 Single, Birchall. — Convito, p. 68. 
 
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 ROUND for 4 Voices. — Sir J. Stevenson. 
 
 Come buy my cherries, beauteous lasses, 
 Fresh from the garden plucked by me 5 
 All on a summer's day, so gay. 
 You hear theDublin cries — "Knives ground here by me." 
 
 Fine apples and choice pears. 
 Eat boys^ forget your cares I 
 All on a summer's day, so gay, 
 Your 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 taste my whey ; 
 All on a summer's day, so gay. 
 You hear the Dublin cries — " Fine radish, fine lettuce, 
 sold by me." 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Foice^.— Ireland.* 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Could gold prolong my fleeting breath. 
 Or guard me from the stroke of death 5 
 Then would I toil for precious ore, 
 And amass a boundless store. 
 
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 But since all at length must die I 
 Nor gold a single hour can buy j 
 Let the joys of life be mine. 
 Pour the streams of rosy wine ; 
 Let me taste, in Chloe's arms. 
 All the heaven of beauty^s charms; 
 The smiles of friendship let me prove, 
 Friendship is the soul of love. — Anacreon, 
 
 Warren, No. 12. p. 28. 
 • Dr. Hutchinson. 
 
 GLEEybrS Voices. — R. SporroRTH. 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 Comb, bounteous May ! in fulness of thy might. 
 
 Lead briskly on the mirth-infusing hours; 
 All recent from the bosom of delight. 
 
 With nectar nurtured and involved in flow'rs. 
 By Spring's sweet blush, by Natiure's teeming womb. 
 By Hebe*s dimply smile, by Flora's bloom. 
 For Venus self demands thee come. — Wm, Thompson. 
 SpoflForth's Book, p. 15. — ^Preston's. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 (tJon. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Come, Clara ! as the lily fair. 
 
 Blushing like the dew-kiss*d rose ; 
 Yon murmuring rill shall sooth your ear, 
 And Strephon sigh thee to repose. 
 
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 What ! tho* by persecuting fate, 
 The charms of hixury'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. 
 Spofforth's Book, p. 23..— Preston. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Fbices.—W, Horsley, M. B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, 
 That hush'd the stormy main: 
 Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed: 
 Mountains, ye mourn in vain : 
 Dear lost companions of my tuneful art. 
 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 grizly band, 
 I see them sit, they linger yet. 
 Avengers of their native land : 
 With me, in dreadful harmony they join. 
 And weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line/ 
 
 Grat/'s Bard, 
 Single Birch all. 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Foices.—Dr, Callcott. 
 (Double Accompaniment — Con. Ten. and Base,) 
 Chief of the windy Morven 1 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, 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,* — It, Atterbury. 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Come, let us all a maying go^ 
 And lightly trip it, to and fro j 
 
 The bells shall ring, 
 
 The cuckoo sing; 
 The drums shall beat, and the fife shall play, 
 And so we'll pass our time away. 
 
 Playford's Musical Companion, p. 42, 1673. — Convito, p. 357.—' 
 Warren, No. 20. p. 1. 
 
 • And Catch for 3 Voices.— Hilton. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices,-^^, Paxton.— -Pme, 1785, 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Come, oh come, ethereal guest ! 
 Child of tranquil ease and pleasure j 
 
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 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 5 
 Darting heav'nly smiles along. 
 
 Giving and receiving pleasures : 
 Wliat sweet raptures fire the mind. 
 When beauty's charms, and music are combined ! 
 
 Dr, Scott, 
 
 S. Paxton's Book, p. —Warren, No. 28, p. 33. 
 
 DUETT. 
 
 Goodwin, late Organist of Bermondsey Spa. 
 (Ten. and Base.) 
 CocJLD 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. 
 
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 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. 
 
 Single, Birchairs.— Convito, p. 218. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices, — Sir J. Stevenson. 
 
 (Double Accompaniment — 2 Trebles & Base.) 
 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 ! I hear the strain of chanticleer ! 
 
 Shakspeare, 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 G4.EE/or 5 Foices.-^R, J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 Oxf only 1560. 
 
 5 Collection, Preston's. 
 
 CUPID AND CAMPASPE. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Voices,— R, J. S. Stevens, 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Cupid and my Campaspe* play'd 
 At cardes for kisses ; Cupid pay'd : 
 
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 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 lippe, the rose 
 Growing on's cheek, (but none knows how) 
 With these, the chr^^stal of his browe. 
 And then the dimple of his chinne ; 
 All these did my Campaspe winne. 
 At last he set her 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 Lilye, in the time of 
 Queen Elizabeth, 
 Op. 6, Preston. 
 The word Miranda, substituted for Campaspe in the Glee. 
 
 ROUND for 3 Voices, — Buononcini. 
 
 Chi mai d'iniqua Stella 
 Provo tenor piu rio ; 
 Che vide mai, del mio 
 Pid tormentato cor. 
 Tradito son da quella 
 Che fu la prima, oh Die ! 
 Da ch*impar5 il cor mio. 
 A sospirar d'amor. 
 
 Convito, 167. 
 
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 MADRIGAL /or 3 roece^.— Wilbyb.— 1609. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 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 smnmer's queen. 
 
 Your 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, 
 
 ho ! now I die I 
 
 Hawes. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Voices,--^, Bennett.— 1590. 
 
 fTreble, Con. Ten. and Base.J 
 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. 
 Hawes * 
 
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 MADRIGAL/or 5 roice*.— Giovanni Croce.— 1560, 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Cynthia ! thy song and chaunting, 
 So strange a flame in gentle hearts awaketh, 
 That ev'ry cold desire, wanton love maketh. 
 
 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. 
 Hawes, 
 
 ANCIENT ANTIPATHY. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices^^R. J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Crabbed age and youtli, cannot live together, 
 
 Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care 5 
 Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather 5 
 
 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, 
 
 Single, Preston. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices. --Basby. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 i 
 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. 
 Bland, 2d Vol. p. 223. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Voices, — Ravenscroft, 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. and Base.) 
 Cans't thou love and lie alone ? 
 
 Love is so disgraced ; 
 Pleasure is best when it can rest. 
 
 In a heart embraced. 
 
 Rise, day-light, do not bum out 5 
 
 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 
 Convito, p. 133.— Single, Birchall. —Warren, No. 21,, p. 41. 
 
 ODE TO ST. CECILIA. 
 
 For 6 Voices, — S. Webbe. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Cecilia more than all the muses skill'd, 
 
 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; 
 
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 In peals the swelling notes ascend the skies, 
 Perpetual breath the swelling nates supplies : 
 
 And lasting as her name. 
 
 Who form'd the tuneful frame, 
 Th' immortal music never dies. 
 
 TO CUPID ON valentine's DAY. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Fakes, --^Br, Cooke. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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. 
 
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 Only while we love we live, 
 Love alone can pleasure give j 
 Pomp and pow'r, and tinsel state. 
 Those false pageants of the great. 
 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.^ikfr. Parrat. 
 
 Dr. Cooke's Book, p. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices, — J. Battishill. — PrizBy 1771 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base ) 
 
 Come bind my hair, ye wood-nymphs fair. 
 With ivy wreaths come bind my brows 5 
 
 Hence grief and woe, and pain and care ! 
 To Bacchus FU devote my vows. 
 
 Dull cynic rules are fit for schools. 
 
 Let those digest the food who can j 
 But love and wine shall still be mine, 
 
 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. 
 
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 Then fill up high the bowl, that I 
 
 May drink and laugh at fools of sense 5 
 
 Why need we fear to want next year, 
 ^Twill be all one an hundred hence. 
 
 Thos. Mozeen* 
 
 Warren, No. 10 p. 20.— Vocal Harmony, Clementi, p. 147» 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Foices.—R. J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con, Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Charming to love is morning's hour. 
 
 When from her chyrstal 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. 
 Op. 4. Preston. 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Voices,-— \^, Horsley, M. B. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Come, Lelia, fill the goblet up, 
 
 Reach round the rosy wine 5 
 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, 
 1st Collection, Birchall. 
 
 ROUND /or 3 Voices,^!!, Attwood. 
 
 Come, ye fairy-footed hours, 
 Fill your laps with fragrant flowers j 
 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 be rove 5 
 Vernal blossoms grace the earth ; 
 There we'll dance with sportive mirth— 
 We, alive to gaiety, 
 ChUdren of sweet Liberty, 
 
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 Gentle zephjTS, young and gay. 
 Now to nature homage pay ; 
 Mingle with our lively band, 
 All your fragrance now expand j 
 Join to aid the harmony 
 Thus inspired by Liberty. 
 Monzani. 
 
 ON A lady's writing HER NAME IN THE SNOW. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Foices.—J. B. Sale. 
 (2 Trebles and Base, or Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 , 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 assigned. 
 
 On the soft tablet of my breast. 
 For in deep characters imprest. 
 
 Untouched by winter's hostile power ; 
 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. 
 (dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 659.) 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Voices.^S. WebbbI. 
 
 Come, rosy health, celestial maid 1 
 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 6 Foices,^J. Ward.— 1608. 
 
 (2 Trebles, 2 Cons. Ten. and Base.) 
 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. 
 Huwes. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Fbices,—S,WEBBR,— Prize, 1772. 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Discord, 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 form. 
 
 Descending, quells the rising storm ; 
 
 Soft ease and sweet content shall reign, 
 
 And discord never rise again. S, TFehhe, 
 
 Warren, No. 11. p. 18 —Single/' Birchall.— dementi's Vocal 
 Hai-mony, p. 167. — Convito, p. 485. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices,-— I>v, Calx^cott. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 
 Desolate is the dwelling of Mona, 
 Silence is in the house of her fathers 5 
 Raise 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* 
 
 Dr. CaUcott's Book by Horsley, p. and Single^ Birchalls. 
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 GLEE /or 5 Foices.—S, Webbe. 
 (2 Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Daughter, 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; 
 From Delia thou may'st learn the art. 
 She captivates the hardest heart. 
 
 Single Birchall.-— Convito, p. 192. 
 
 The two upper voices should be placed at a distance, to form 
 the echo. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices,— T. Linley. 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 Drink to me only with thine eyes. 
 
 And I will pledge with mine : 
 Or leave a kiss within the cup. 
 
 And rU not look for wine. 
 
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 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. 
 As giving it a hope, that there 
 
 It would 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 !— J5ew Jonson, 
 
 Convito, p. 358.— Single, Birchall.— Bland, 1st vol, p. 1 19. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 5 Voices. — Giovanni Pizzoni. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Due begl' Occhi lucente 
 
 Anzi due stelle 
 
 Per pena ch' ebbi ardir 
 
 Mirali' un poco 
 
 O Esca m*han fatto 
 
 D* invisibil fuoco. 
 
 Hawes. 
 
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 CATCH for 3 Voices,^^, Webbe.— Pmc Cwp. 
 
 Dear father, the girl you design me in marriage, 
 Is she pretty, complying, of elegant carriage ? 
 YouM 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, Wehbe, 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fbices.—R, J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Treb. Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Doubt thou the stars are fire. 
 
 Doubt thou the sun doth move, 
 Doubt truth to be a liar. 
 But never doubt I love ! Shakspeare, 
 
 Op. 4, Preston. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices.—S. Webbb. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Abelard. 
 
 Delusive, sightless, god of warm desire, 
 Why wouldst thou wish to set a wretch on fire, 
 Why lives thy soft divinity. 
 Where woe heaves the pale sigh. 
 And anguish loves to glow ? 
 
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 Fly to the mead, the daisy painted vale. 
 Breath in its sweets, and melt along the gale. 
 Fly where gay scenes luxurious youth 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 5 
 But, oh ! what conflicts this frail bosom tear. 
 What griefs I suffer, and what pangs I bear 5 
 Oblivion, be thy blackest plume displayed, 
 O'er all my griefs, and hide me in the shade ! 
 Warren, No 18, p. 1, 
 
 MADRIGAL/or5ro2ce5.— Orlando Gibbons.— 1612. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Dainty, fine bird, thou art encaged there, 
 Alas ! how like thine and my fortunes are ; 
 Both prisoners 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. 
 
 Sir Christopher Hatton, 
 Hawes. 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Voices. — ^Dr. Callcott.* 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Drink to-night,t 
 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, 
 • 3 Voi by Wm. Lawes. Playford's Musical Companion, 1673. 
 The two Compositions are very much alike. 
 f Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Fbices,—Dr. Cooke. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten and Base.) 
 Dbh ! 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. 
 
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 Che dal pastor sperando esser udita ; 
 Se va lagnando in questa parte ed in quella ; 
 Tanto che il lupo I'ode da lontano, 
 Ed il misero pastor ne piange in vddio, -^Ariosto, 
 King's Book. p. — Con\rito, p. 432. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,—J. Danby. 
 
 (Treble Con, Ten. and Base.) 
 Daughter 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. 
 
 Thee I invoke, whose sacred ways 
 Hath bound the earth, the air, the 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. 
 
 Warren, No. 21. p. 5. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Voices,-— EsltI of Mornington. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Delightful scene ! in which appear 
 At once the beauties of the year. 
 See how the zephyrs of her breath, 
 Fan gently the flow'rs beneath 5 
 See the gay flow'rs^ how bright they glow ! 
 Tho' planted in a bed of snow 5 
 Yet see, how soon they fade and die ! 
 Scorch'd with the sunshine of her eye. 
 No wonder if, overcome 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 } 
 Warren, No. I7. p. 23. 
 
 MADRIGAL for 4 Voices. — Luca Marenzic* 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Dissi airamata mia 
 
 Lucida stella, 
 
 Che piu 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. — Petrarca, 
 
 ♦ The words of his 9th Book are all from the Canzoniere of 
 Petrarca. 
 
 Convito, p. 66. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Foices.-^U. J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 From 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 y 
 
 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* 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE /or 6 Foice^.— W. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 ^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 j 
 Smit with your theme, be in your chorus joined, 
 
 For, till you cease, my muse forgets to sing. 
 
 Thompson's Ode on JEolus*s Harp. 
 
 2d Collection, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — Wm. Linlby. 
 
 E'er sin could blight, or sorrow fade. 
 Death came with friendly care ! 
 
 The op'ning bud to heav'n conveyed, 
 And bade it blossom there ! 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 roice^.— Dyne.— Pme, 1769. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Fill the 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. 
 
 Cowley* s Anacreon, 
 
 Single, Birchall. — ^Warren, No. 7« ?• 31. — Clementi*s Vocal Har- 
 mony, p. 75 — Convito, p. 256. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — ^Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 From 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. 
 
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 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 mom. 
 Dr. Callcott's Book, by Horsley. p. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Fbices,^T. Morlby, 1596. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. and Base.) 
 
 Fair 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. 
 (Single Birchall.— Warren, No. 5. p. 22.) 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 5 Fozce*.— J. Wilbye, 1609. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base) 
 Flora, 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 : 
 
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 Smiling meadows seem to say. 
 Come, ye wantons, here to play. 
 Single, Chappell's. — ^Argyll Rooms. — Single, Warren, No. 8. p. 26, 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 46.— Convito, p. 457. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices. —J. Danby. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Fair Flora decks the flow'ry ground, 
 
 And plants the bloom of May, 
 Whilst ev*ry hill, and ev*ry dale. 
 Appears unusual gay. 
 
 The pretty warblers of the grove. 
 Assume their various notes 5 
 
 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. 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Voices.— Ford, 1636. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 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 nearest 
 Tarry then and take me with you. 
 
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 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. 
 Single, Birchall.— Warren, No. 15. p. 14.— Convito, p. 200. 
 
 FUNERAL DIRGE. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices,— T>r. Nares. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Fear no more the heat of the sun, 
 Nor the furious winter's rages; 
 
 Thou thy worldly task has done. 
 
 Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : 
 
 Golden lads and lasses must. 
 
 All follow thee, and turn to dust. 
 
 No exorciser harm thee ! 
 Nor no witchcraft harm thee I 
 Ghost unlaid forbear thee ! 
 Nothing ill come near thee ! 
 Quiet consummation have, 
 And renowned be thy grave. 
 
 Shakspeare^s Cymbeline, 
 
 Convito, p. 26. — Single, Birchall. — Warren, No. 8. p. 8. — demen- 
 ti's Vocal Harmony, p. 98. 
 
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 ODK TO FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 GLEE for 8 Voices^—Ki, Cooke. 
 (2 Trebles, 2 Cons. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 
 Friendship, thou social bond of life! 
 
 Yielding 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, 
 Single, Birchalls. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices. ---Dv, Cookk. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base*) 
 Fruitful earth drinks up the rain. 
 Trees from earth drinks that again; 
 The sea 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. 
 
 Cowley's Translation from Anacreon. 
 Dr. Cook's Book, p. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices, — ^Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Farewell 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 1 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, 
 Convito, p. 120.— Single, Birchall.— -Warren, No. 25. p. 8. 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 466, 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Voices,— :5. S. Smith. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 sleepeth in Lethe's lake. 
 
 And pray him lead on our dance. — Spencer, 
 
 Convito, p. T^^ — Warren, No. 21. p. 34. 
 
 THB PEDLAR. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Toice^.—Dr. Wilson, 1667. 
 
 (Coil. Ten. and Base.) 
 From the fair Lavinian shore, 
 I your markets come to store; 
 
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 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, 
 
 IVe 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. 
 
 Convito, p. 118.— Warren, No. 20. p. 38.— Playford's Musical 
 Companion, p. 115. 1673. 
 
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 SUSANNA AND THB TWO ELDERS. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,-^T>x. Cooke. 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Fair Susan did her wife-hode well mayntayn, 
 Algates assaulted so, by lovers twayne \ 
 Now an' I reade arighte that aunciente song, 
 The paramours were olde, the dame was yong: 
 Had thilk same tale in other guise been told. 
 Had they been yong and she been olde, 
 Pardie ! that wou'd ha' been, much sorer tryale. 
 Full marvailous, I wot, were such denyale. 
 
 Chaucer, 
 
 Warren, No. 14, p. 8. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Voices,— J^x, CALLCo-rr.'^Prize, 1792. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 Father of heroes ! high dweller of eddying winds, 
 where the dark-red thunder marks 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 you 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 
 
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 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. 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 614. — ^Warren, No. 31. p. 14. 
 
 FROM THB ODE TO LIBERTY. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices.— R, Spofforth. 
 Prize, 1810.— G/ee Club. 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Fill high the grape's exulting stream. 
 
 Pour oceans with unbounded soul ; 
 Fill high, Hill laughing o'er the brim. 
 The sparkling treasure loads the bowl. 
 
 Senec. Hippolyt. Act. II, Sc* 2. 
 
 Single, Preston. 
 
 DUETT.— EccLEs, 
 
 (Ten. and Base.) 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices, -^C. Evans. 
 
 Pnze, \S\2.—Glee Club. 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Fill all the glasses, fill them high. 
 
 Drink and defy all pow'r but Love j 
 Wine gives the slave his liberty. 
 
 But Love makes a slave of thundering Jove, 
 
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 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. 
 
 Shakspeare' s Henry the bth. 
 Clemently single. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Voices,-^. Webbb,— Pme, 1778. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 
 Great Bacchus, O aid us to sing thy great glory. 
 Thou chief of the gods we assemble before thee : 
 
 Wine's first projector j 
 
 Mankind's protector ; 
 Hail patron of social delights ! we adore thee ! 
 All nature rejoic'd when thy birth was declar'd, 
 Behold here thy altar ! and vot'ries prepared ; 
 
 Crown with thy blessing 
 
 All who confessing, 
 No pow'r on earth can with thine be compar'd. 
 
 aS". TFehbe, 
 Warren, No. 17, p. 26. 
 
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 REGNIER S EPITAPH. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices,— Dr, Cookk. 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Gaily 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. 
 
 See Poetical Essays hy Ridley^ 
 published \77l. p, 85, 
 Dr. Cooke's Book, p. .— Contito, p. 450. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.—Dr. Callcott, -^PrizCy 1789. 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Go, 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, 
 
 Single, Birchall. — Warren, No. 28. p. 1 . — dementi's Vocal 
 Harmony, p. 562. — Convito, p. 370. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Foices.S. Webbb, 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Great' Apollo, strike the lyre, 
 Fill the raptur'd soul \^dth 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 ! H, ReaiL 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 6 Tozce^.— Rt. Cooke. 
 
 (2 Cons. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Gales of evening, 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. Colier, 
 
 1st Book, Birchali, p. 25. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices, — W. Hawes. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 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 discovery so rare; 
 To convene the disciples of pleasure and mirth. 
 And 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 pronounced this is wine. 
 
 Thos. Goodwin. 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Harmonized hy Dr. Hayes.* 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 t Gently touch the warbling lyre, 
 
 Chloe seems inclined to rest ; 
 Fill her soul with fond desire. 
 
 Softest notes will sooth her breast. 
 
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 Pleasing dreams assist in love;, 
 Let them all propitious prove. 
 
 A, Bradley. 
 Single, Birchairs. — Convito, p. 237. 
 ♦ Air by Geminiani. 
 f See a Parody, Ritsan's Miscellaneous Songs, p. 152, 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices,—^. Horsley, M. B. 
 and for 8 Voices by W. Hawes. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 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. 
 
 Romanae. of the Three Spaniards, — G, Walker. 
 Single, Birchalls. 
 
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 EPIGRAM /or 4 Fo/cw.— Jackson. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 Go, 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. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Foices, — ^Dr. Arne. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Good 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 women's men; 
 They're in and out, and up and down. 
 
 And in and out again. Dr, Arne, 
 
 Warren's Vocal Harmony, pi 144. 
 
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 THE SKY-LARK, 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices, — ^Dr. Callcott* and Dr. Crotch. 
 
 CTreble, Con. Ten. and Base,; 
 
 Go, tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies, 
 To Daphne'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 his 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. 
 
 Shenstone, 
 
 Single, Birchall.— Bland, vol. 6. p. 712. 
 ♦ Dr. Callcott has set only the two first verses. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,— Y^, Horsley, M. B. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Gone is my heart, for ever gone, 
 
 And thou the cause, believe me ; 
 Yes, thou the mischief girl hast done. 
 
 And gloriest to deceive me. 
 
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 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 e skill divine. 
 
 Has lavished all her treasure. 
 
 Thine art too fatal have I found. 
 Too deeply, nymph, I feel it ; 
 Siire if thine eyes have giv'n a wound, 
 'Tis fair thy lips should heal it. 
 
 Peter Pindar^ Esq, 
 1st Collection^ p. 42, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Foic€s.-—T. Brbwjbr. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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. 
 
 Single, Birchall. — ^Warren, No. 16. p. 44. — ^Playford's Musical 
 Companion, p. 176. 1673.--Convito, p. 206. 
 
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 ANSWER. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices.S, Paxton. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Go, 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. 
 
 Single, Birchall.— Warren, No. 24. p. 17.—Convito, p. 208. 
 
 DUETT.— Dn Blow. 
 
 (Tenor and Base.) 
 
 Go, perjur'd man, and if thou e'er return 
 
 To view the small remainder of my urn. 
 
 When thou shalt laugh at my religious dust, 
 
 And ask, where' s now the colour, form, and trust 
 
 Of woman's beauty ? and perhaps with rude 
 
 Hands rifle th' flow'rs which the virgins strew'd: 
 
 Know, I have pray'd to pity, that the wind 
 
 May blow my ashes up, and strike thee blind. 
 
 Tom, Brown, 
 Essex Harmony, p. 
 
 DUETT.— Dr. Blow. 
 
 (Tenor and Base.) 
 Go, perjur'd maid, to all extremes inclined. 
 First, so endearing : after, so unkind. 
 As cruel as inconstant is thy mind. 
 
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 Go to mf rival, leave me to complain. 
 Tell him from me, he has not long to reign, 
 I know your heart, you'll quickly change again. 
 
 To7n, Broivn, 
 Amphion Anglicus, by Dr. Blow, p. 
 
 DUETT.— Carissimi. 
 
 (Tenor and Base.) 
 Dite o cieli si crudeli, 
 Sonoi sguardi delmio ben ; 
 Sono dardi, che punture, 
 Dansi dure che trafitto 
 Ne resta 11 cor el sen. 
 
 * Hawkins' His. vol. 4. p. 489. 
 
 * King James the Second having heard the duet, "Dite o Cieli,'* 
 composed by Carissimi, and being much pleased with it, asked Dr. 
 Blow if he could imitate it, who modestly answered, he would try, 
 and he produced that beautiful duet, "Go, perjured man;" he after- 
 wards set the other duet, " Go, peijured maid." The king also having 
 heard the anthem by Carissimi, beginning, "I am well pleased,'* 
 altered by Dr. Aldrich, and being much pleased with it, asked 
 Dr. Blow if he could make as good a one ; Blow answered he could, 
 when he produced, the next Sunday at the King's Chapel, "I be- 
 held, and lo, a great multitude.'* After the service was over, th« 
 king sent Father Petre to acquaint him that he was much pleased j 
 but, added Father Petre, I myself think it too long ; that, answered 
 Blow, is the opinion of but one fool, and I heed it not. This 80 
 ofifendej^ the Jesuit that he shortly got Blow suspended, 
 
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 GLEE /or 5 Fbices. — Dr. Callcott, 
 
 Go, plaintive breeze, to Laura's flow'ry bier. 
 
 Heave the warm sigh, and shed the tender tear 5 
 
 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 radient tresses, and thou nectar* d smile, 
 
 ^^ Ye looks that might the melting skies beguile 5 
 
 " You robb'd my soul of rest, my eyes of sleep, 
 
 *^ You taught me how to love, and how to weep/* 
 
 Concentore's Book, p. 6. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Dr. Cooke, 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Hark ! the lark at heav'n's 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, 
 Bingle, Birchall. — Ditto, Chappell's. — Warren, No. 16, p. 39.— 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 328. — Convito, p. 290. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Foice^.— Michael Estjb, 1600. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 How merrily we live that shepherds be 5 
 Roundelays still we sing with merry glee : 
 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^ 
 Single, Birchall. — ^Warren, No. 6. p. 26 ■— Convito, p. 316. 
 
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 MASONIC GLEE /or 3 Foice*.— 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 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Voices. ^-'Dt. Callcott. — Prize 1789. 
 
 Have you Sir John Hawkins's History?* 
 
 Some folks think it quite a mystery, 
 
 Music fiird his wondrous brain ; 
 
 How d'ye like him — is it plain ? 
 
 Both I've read, and must agree. 
 
 That Burney's Historyf pleases me. — Dr, Callcott, 
 
 Warren, No. 28, p. 44. 
 • Pub. 1776. fPub. 1776, first vol. only. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices. — ^Earl of Mornington. 
 Prize, 1779. 
 f (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Herb 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 quivering beams, 
 We frisk it near these crystal streams 5 
 Her beams reflected from the wave. 
 Afford the light our revels crave 5 
 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^ 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 324. — Single, Argyll Rooms, — 
 Warren, No* 18. p. 15. — Single, Chappeirs.— Convito, p. 336. . 
 
 ROUND for 3 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 founds 
 
 Single, Birchall — Convito, p. 220. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Foices, — Dr. Cooke. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 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. 
 
 Dryden. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. — ^Warren, No. 29. p. 26. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foice^.— Dr. Cooke.— Pme, 1771.* 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 And for Three Voices, by F. Ireland, f 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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. — W, Collins^ 
 Single, Birchall.— Warren, No. 10. p. 28. 
 • Vocal Harmony, p. 182. f Con^to, p. 106. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Foices.—S, Paxton.— JfeeZa/, 1779. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base. 
 How sweet, how fresh, this vernal day, 
 
 How musical the air I 
 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. 
 
 Warren, No. 18. p. 31. — dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 331.- 
 Convito, p. 102. 
 
 ROUND for 3 Voices. — Dr. Aldrich. 
 
 Hauk ! 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 Vs, 
 And the verger troops before the Dean. 
 Tingle, tingle, ting, goes the small bell at nine, 
 To call the beerers home 5 
 But there's ne'er a man will leave his can, 
 'Till he hears the mighty Tom.* 
 
 Dr. Aldrich, late Dean of Christ Churchy 
 originally called Cardinal College, 
 The great bell. Single, Birchall— Convito, p. 91. 
 
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 GLEE for 6 Foice^.— S. Webbe. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 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 fastend'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 melanx^holy. 
 
 Beaumont and Fletcher, 
 
 Single, Birchall. — Ditto, Chappell's. — dementi's Vocal Harmony, 
 p. 434,--Convito, p. 301. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Fbices.--^, Wbbbe, 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Hail ! Star of Brunswick ! 
 If war's ordained, this 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, 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Voices,— Rt. Cooke.* 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Hope tells a flatt'ring tale. 
 
 Delusive, vain, and hollow 5 
 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 Wrother. 
 • BirchalPs 1st Book, p. 123. 
 
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 ' GLEE /or 4 Voices, — R. Spofforth.* 
 (Gon. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Hail ! smiling mom ! 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. 
 * Book, p. 42.— Preston's. 
 
 WRITTEN DURING A THUNDER STORM. 
 
 GLEE* for 5 Voices, — W. Hawes. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 
 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 I 
 
 And Nature seems to war without control. 
 
 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 Neivspaper, — Rev, Mr* Haives^ 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 ♦ This Glee was a Candidate for the Gold Medal given at the Noble- 
 men's Catch Club in 1812, and stood second at the final decision. 
 
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 DUETT.— Dr. Boyce. 
 
 (Ten. and Base.) 
 Here shall soft charity repair, 
 
 And break the bonds of grief 5 
 
 Down the harrow' d couch of care, 
 
 Man to man must bring relief. 
 
 Cradock, Esq, 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. — Ditto, Chapell's. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices,'-^. J. S. Stevens * 
 
 And for 4 Voices, — T. Welch. f 
 
 Hence away, ye Syrens leave me. 
 And unclasp your wanton arms 5 
 Sugar'd words shall not deceive me, 
 Tliough 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 ? 
 
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 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 bestowed on me in vain ? 
 
 George Withers^ 1614, 
 • Book 6. p. 2.— t Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE/or4roi6e5.— W. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 CCon. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Hail, 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 listening 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. 
 
 Translated from Pindar » 
 Single, Birchali. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices,--!!, Attwood. 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 Hark ! the curfew's solemn sound,* 
 Silent darkness spreads around : 
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 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, Tohiriy Esq, 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. — ^Monzani. 
 
 * Cm-few or Couvrefeu Bell. A Bell was rung at 8 o'clock, in the 
 reign of William the Conqueror, at which time all fires and candles 
 were to be extinguished, under penalty of a great fine. 
 
 The above was repealed in the reign of Henry the First. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices, -^S, Webbb. 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Hail ! happy meeting ! vintage now is done, 
 The grapes are purpl'd by th' autumnal sun 5 
 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 ! ^ 
 
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 Thus, whilst together, such a treat before us. 
 Since it hath pleas'd great Bacchus to restore us 
 Cantet nunc, lo ! Amicorum chorus. 
 
 S. Wehhe 
 Webbe's 5th Book, p. 2. 
 
 ) 
 
 GLEE for 3 rbices.— Sacchini, and by Shield. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 Bate Dudley, 
 Single, Birchall.— Ditto Chappell— Convito, p. 298. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices,--^, S. Smith. 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Hark ! the hollow woods resounding, 
 
 Echo to the hunter's cry 5 
 Hark 1 how all the vales rebounding, 
 To his cheering voice reply. 
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 Now so swift o*er hills aspiring, 
 
 He pursues the gay delight j 
 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. 
 
 «7. Hughes, Esq, 
 
 Single, Birchall. — Convito, p 42. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices,^Dr. Arne. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 Mooming charms. 
 
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 Somnus ! god of balmy rest, ' • 
 
 Sweetly slumbering let her prove 
 Ev'ry joy that Strephon blest, 
 
 Could bestow in waking love. JDr. Arne. 
 
 Warren, No. 2, p. 4. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices.S, Webbe. 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 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. 
 
 Young's Epistle to Lord Lansdown, 
 Knyvett's Harmonic, Book, p 26. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Voices, — ^Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 Hail! happy Albion ! queen of isles! 
 Peaceful freedom o'er thee smiles : 
 Thy liberal heart, thy judging eye, 
 The flow'r unheeded can descry. 
 And bid it round heav'n's altars shed 
 The fragrance of its blushing head. 
 
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 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. 
 
 Wairen, No. 29. p. 10.— Dr. CaIlcott*s Book, by Horsley, p. 
 Birchall* 
 
 GLEE fw 4 Voices. — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and 2 Bases. ) 
 
 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. 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 DUET.— Tra VERS. 
 
 (Treble and Base.) 
 Haste my Nannette, 
 
 My lovely maid. 
 Haste to the bow'r 
 
 Thy swain has made, 
 
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 For thee alone 
 
 I made the bow'r, 
 And strew' d the couch 
 
 With many a flow'r. 
 
 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. 
 
 For with her swain 
 
 My love shall stay, 
 Tho' the wolf strole. 
 
 And the sheep stray.— Mif^ Prior» 
 Single, Birchall.— Convito, p. 144. 
 
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 ON SOLITUDE. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices.^Dr, Alcock.— Pnjse, 1770. 
 CCon. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Hail ! ever pleasing Solitude, 
 Companion of the wise and good ; 
 But, from whose holy, pierchig eye, 
 The herd of fools and villains fly. 
 
 Oh ! how I love with thee to walk, 
 And listen to thy whispered talk 5 
 Which innocence, and truth imparts, 
 And melts the most obdurate hearts. 
 
 Oh ! let me pierce thy secret cell, 
 And in thy deep recesses dwell 1 
 For ever with thy raptures fir'd, 
 For ever from the world retir'd. 
 
 J, Thomson, 
 
 Warren, No. 9, p. 8. — dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 126.— 
 Convito, p. 238. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fbices. — W. Knyvett. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 Hark 1 to Philomela singing. 
 
 Sweetly warbling in the vale ; 
 Hark ! the village bells are ringing, 
 
 Softly murm'ring on the gale. 
 
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 By that stream, so gently flowing, 
 Stands our poor, though happy, shed ; 
 
 Winds that ever kindly blowing, 
 0*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. 
 
 Single, Birchall, and Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices.'-Dr, Cooke. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base ) 
 
 Have you seen the virgin sno^y 
 
 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. 
 Convito, p. 353. 
 
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 MADRIGAL /or 5 Voices.'-'T. Lin ley, Jun. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 hy Mrs, Sheridan to 
 the Catch Club^ 
 Warren, No. 25, p. 14. 
 
 OCCASIONAL ODE, 
 
 For 4 Voices, — Dr. Cooke.* 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 S. WEBBE.t— Pre;ie, 1778 
 
 Hail, Music ! sweet enchantment, hail ! 
 Like potent spells thy pow'rs 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, 
 Heav*n*s rarest gifts, by harmony combin'd. 
 From the fierce passions discord springs, 
 ^Till nature strike the softer strings. 
 The soul compose, and love harmonious love 
 from passion flows. 
 
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 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, 
 ♦ Vocal Harmony, Clementi, p. 316.— -f Warren, No. 17, p. 47. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — ^R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 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 flow'rs, and waves the trembling trees, 
 
 This Glee lost, by only a single Vote, the Prize Medal, 1794. 
 Siagle, Preston's. 
 
 ON WALKING IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — ^Earl of Mornington. 
 CTreble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Hail ! hallowed fane ! amidst whose mould'ring 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. 
 
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 What pleasing sadness fills my thoughtful breast. 
 Whene'er my steps these vaulted mansions trace ; 
 
 Where, in their silent tombs, for ever rest. 
 The honoured ashes of the British race. 
 
 Warren, No. J 8, p. 1 1. — Mr. Sale's 1st Book, p. — Convito, p. 16. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Wm, Knyvett. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Here awa', there awa', wandering Willie, 
 Now tir'd with wandering, baud awa' 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. 
 
 Single, Birchall. — Ditto, Ai-gyll Rooms. 
 
Ill 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.-^S. Webbe. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 ^nd for 3 Voices, — L. Atterbury. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Happy are we met, 
 
 Happy have we been 5 
 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 j 
 And if parting be a pain, 
 We but part to meet again, 
 
 Warren, No 10, p. 32. 
 
 TO THE GODDESS OF LIBERTY. 
 
 ODE for 3 rozce.9.— Dr. Cooke. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Hail ! all hail ! Britannia, queen of isles ! 
 Where Freedom dwells and Commerce smiles ; 
 Where fair Religion bums her brightest flame. 
 And ev*ry virtue consecrates her name, 
 l3 
 
112 
 
 Whose godlike sons disdain to yield. 
 
 Or in the senate, or in the field 5 
 
 While their strong eloquence and courage roll 
 
 Warmth to the "heart and terror to the soul. 
 
 Whose still undaunted tars, with sails unfurl'd 
 
 Ride in bold triumph, conquerors of the world. 
 
 J, Thomson, 
 Dr. Cooke*s Book, p. 1. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices, — ^Dr. Harrington. 
 
 (Ccn. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 How 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 ? 
 *0 '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. 
 
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 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, my thumb ! my thumb ! — Dr, Harrington^ 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 ♦ In the second part of Henry IV. last edition. Vol. V. p. 596, 
 Silence sings— 
 
 " *Tis meriy in the hall, 
 *' When beards wags all," 
 Tusser also wrote the same words in his " Husbandry," 4to, B. 
 L- p. ^6.'^ August 8 Abstracts, 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices. — Dr. Cooke. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 5 
 And the infants will we fate. 
 Ever to be fortunate. 
 So shall all thcje children, three, 
 Ever true and happy be ; 
 And the blots of Nature's hand 
 Shall not in their issue stand j 
 
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114 
 
 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. 
 
 Warren, No. 1?. p. 14. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — J. Battishill, 
 And for 4 Voices, — W. Horseley,* M. B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Here, my Chloe, charming maid. 
 Here, beneath the genial shade. 
 Shielded from each ruder wind. 
 Lovely Chloe, lye reel in' d. 
 Lo ! for thee the balmy breeze 
 Gently fans the wavbg trees ; 
 Streams that whisper thro' the grove. 
 Whisper low the voice of love. 
 Sweetly bubbling, wanton sport. 
 Where persuasion keeps the court ; 
 
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 Ye who pass th' enamerd grove, 
 Thro' the rustling shade to rove. 
 Sure my bliss your breast must jBre, 
 Can you see and not admire. 
 
 Anacreoriy Ode XXII. 
 Single, BirchalL— ♦2d Collection, p. 29, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices. —Vf, Horseley, M.B. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Hark ! hark ! '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 V my dear shepherd, " I come ! 
 
 " Ye friends and companions, adieu 5 
 " I haste to my Colin' s dark home, 
 
 " To die on his bosom 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. 
 
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 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, 
 Mr, Edtv. Moore s Ballad of Colin and Lucy, 
 Single, Clementi. — Ditto, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Hast 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 repose is there, 
 The waves come to behold thy beauty t 
 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. 
 
 Dr. Callcott's Book, by Horsley, p. — Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Foices, — Sir J. SxEViiNsoN. 
 
 (2 Trebles, and Base.) 
 Here let's join in harmony, 
 And sing in strains a roundelay. 
 Now is the merry month of May, 
 
 When hawthorn buds are blowing 3 
 And ev'ry lad and lass is gay. 
 
 With love and nature glowing. 
 
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 Hark the song in ev'i-y grove, 
 ^Tis the genial voice of love; 
 See the bank of painted flowers. 
 Freshened by the golden 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, 2?. C, ^sq* 
 Single, Power. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foice^.— Rt. Cooke, 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Had I but the torrent's might. 
 With headlong rage, and wild affright j 
 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 bum, 
 But none from Mona's vale return. 
 Save I, the meanest of them all. 
 Who live to sing, and weep their fall. 
 
 From a Foem called Mona, translated 
 from Specimens of Welch Poetrj/y 
 hy Mr, Evans, 
 Rt. Cooke's Book, p. 35. 
 
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 GLEE for 5 Voices,^Y>t, Cooke. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 I HAVK 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 5 
 Whatever ye can do or tell, 
 
 I, one day, did you both excel. Plutarch, 
 
 Single, Birchall, 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices. -^T>t, Qooke, 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 In paper case. 
 
 Hard by this place, 
 Dead a poor dormouse lies \ 
 
 And soon or late, 
 
 Summoned by fate, 
 Each mouse,* 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, 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms— Convito, p. 178. 
 ♦ Prince. 
 
119 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Foices,—Dr, Callcott. 
 
 (2 Con. Ten. and 2 Bases,) 
 In awful pause^ while heav'n's revenge is slow, 
 Jove but prepares to strike a fiercer blow ; 
 That day shall come, that great avenging day, 
 Wiien Troy's proud glories in the diist 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 iEgis on their guilty head ! — Homer. 
 Warren, No. 26. p. 32. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices.S, Webbe. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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. 
 Webbe's 9th Book, p. 18. 
 
120 
 
 CATCH /or 3 Voices,— -li, Atterbcry, 
 Joan said to John, when he stopt her t'other day. 
 Pray John let me go, you know I cannot stay 5 
 You always so teaze me and want me to stay ; 
 But teaze me no more, for now I must away. 
 So she left him in spite of all he could say. 
 Who tlien could say nought, but pray, Joan, prithee stay. 
 Warren, No. 6. p. 31. 
 
 THE COMFORTS OF THE SEASONS. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Dr. Arnold. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 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, 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — ^T. Attwood. 
 (2 Trebles and Base. Double Accompaniment.) 
 In peace, love tunes the shepherd's reed, 
 lu war, he mounts the warrior's steed ; 
 
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 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 abovCj 
 For love is heav'n, and heav'n is love, 
 
 Walter Scott, Esq. 
 
 Single^ Monzani. 
 
 } 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices, --'Dv. Callcott. 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 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, 
 
 ^^ From many another one ?" 
 ^ O by his cockle hat and staff, 
 
 * And by his sandal shoone/ 
 " O, lady ! 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, 
 ^^ For violets pluckt, the sweetest show'rs 
 
 " Will ne'er make grow again : 
 
 M 
 
1^2 
 
 " 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 5 
 * No drizzly rain that falls on me, 
 
 < Can wash my fault away.' Shakspeare, 
 
 Also see Percy's Relics of Ancient Poetry, 
 Dr. Callcott's Book, by Horsley, p. 
 
 CATCH for 3 Foices.-^U. Purcell.* 
 
 jACK,t 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 coming late, fears a domestic strife 5 
 I'm free, and so are you, to call and knock. 
 Boldly the watchman cries, past two o'clock. 
 
 T. Brotv7i.t 
 • There is a tradition that Parcell's death was occasioned by a 
 severe cold, which he caught waiting for admittance into his own 
 house. It is said he used to keep late hours. He appears to have 
 spent much of his time with Tom Brown, who wrote the words 
 of most of his Catches. The wits of that day used to meet at Owen 
 Swan's, in Bartholomew Lane, (humourously called Cobwell Hall,) 
 and at Purcell's Head* in Wych Street.f His wife had given orders 
 to the servants not to let him in, if he came home after midnight ; 
 unfortunately, his companions had got hold of this, and kept him 
 late,'afl usual, which was the cause of Tom Brown writing the words 
 
 * Copied by Sir John Hawkini for his Uistoryi 
 t Nov tht f ign of the Queen of Bohemia. 
 
123 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Foices,^R. J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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^ hy Sir John 
 Moorcy Bart, 
 5th Book, p. 30. Preston's. 
 
 of the above Catch, which Purcell set to music before he went home. 
 Being refused admittance at home, he sat down on the step of his 
 own door, and fell asleep ; and through the inclemency of the night 
 contracted a disorder of which he died. This but ill agrees with the 
 expressions of grief she makes use of in the Orpheus Britannicus, 
 for the loss of her dear lamented husband. 
 
 Correlli having heard of the gi*eat fame of Purcell, set out from 
 Rome to pay him a visit j but hearing of his death, as he was on 
 shipboard near Dover, he returned back again, without setting one 
 foot on English ground ; saying, as Purcell was dead, he had no 
 business in England. J. Arnold, 1761. 
 
 f John Blow. 
 
 X See two curious letters from the Dead to the Living, one from 
 Purcell to Blow j and his Answer, p. 512. vol. 2. 
 
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124 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices, — Rt. Cooke. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 In the roses' fragrant shade. 
 Sipping sweets a bee was laid ; 
 Little love who wantoned round. 
 On his finger felt a wound. 
 
 Scar'd and pain'd he sobs and sighs. 
 And to heavenly 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, 
 Rt. Cooke's Boolr, p. 29. 
 
 PHILLIDA AND CORYDON. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,— Dr. CooKE.^Medal, 1773, 
 (And for 4 Voices, hy Dr. Ben. Rogers.) 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 In the merry month of May, 
 In a morne by breake of day. 
 
125 
 
 Forth 1 walked by the wood- side, 
 When, as May was in his pride. 
 There 1 spied all alone, 
 Phillida 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 lovM 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 " Eiigland^s Helicon^ 
 • Crown'd. 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 194.^mgle, Birchall. — Convito, 
 p. 111.— Musical Companion, by Playford, p. 208, 1673. 
 
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126 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices.-^'W. Jackson,* 
 
 (Con. Ten. and BaseJ 
 
 ^nd for 5 Voices hy 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 inspired 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'dj 
 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, 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 * King's Book, p. 81. 
 
127 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Toire^.— R. J. S. Stevens.— Jfec/a?, 1786. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 It was a lover, and his lass. 
 
 With a hey, and a ho! and a hey nonino ! 
 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, end 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* 
 Single, BirchalL— dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 508. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base ; or Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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^ 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
120 
 
 THE deserter's MEDITATIONS. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 roice^.—Harmonized by S. Harrison. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.> 
 
 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. 
 
129 
 
 No more a rover, 
 Or hapless lover. 
 Those cares are over, 
 
 My cup runs low ; 
 Then for this reason. 
 And for a season, 
 
 Let us be merry before we go. 
 
 Rt, Hon. J. P. Curran* 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 3 roice^.— Ireland *—Pn5;e, 1772. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Jolly Bacchus ! hear my pray*r I 
 Vengeance on th' ungrateful fair ! 
 In thy smiling cordial bowl, 
 Drown all the sorrows of my soul 5 
 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, 
 
 Warren, No. 11. p. 24. — ^Vocal Harmony, Clementi, p. 186. 
 ♦ Dr. Hutchinson. 
 
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 ) 
 
130 
 
 DUETT.— Travers. 
 
 (Ten. and Base.) 
 
 I, MV dear, was bom 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 5 
 
 To thy denial, to thy scorn. 
 
 Better I had ne'er been born : 
 
 I wish to die, ev'n whilst I say, 
 
 I, 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 bom to-day. — Matt, Prior* 
 
 Single, Birchall,— Ditto, Chapell.— Convito, p. 310. 
 
131 
 
 THE VANITY OP RICH£S. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — Mazzinght. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 If the treasur'd 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. 
 Gouldings, single. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Voices. — ^Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 In this fair vale eternal spring shall smile. 
 
 And time mienvious, crown each roseate-hour ; 
 
 Eternal joy shall ev'ry care beguile. 
 Breathe in each gale, and bloom in ev'ry flow'r. 
 
 The silver stream, that down its crystal way 
 Frequent has led my musing steps along. 
 
 Shall still the same in sunny mazes play, 
 And with its murmurs melodise the song. 
 
 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 of 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. 
 
 Birchall.— 2d. Collection, p. 38. 
 
 ^o<«.— The first Two Vei-ses, by T. Attwood, for 5 Voices.— 
 [Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.] — Monzani. 
 
133 
 
 GLEE /or 4 roicc5.— Sir G. T. Smart. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 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. 
 
 I love, in hedge-row paths, to see 
 
 The linnet glance from spray to spray 5 
 
 Or mark, at evening'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. 
 Single, Birchall. — Ditto, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 TRIO.— T. Attwood. 
 
 (3 Trebles.) 
 
 In liquid notes. 
 As music floats 5 
 Listen elves ! 
 
 Tis the sound that charms the spheres I 
 Haste in dew-bells, hide yourselves, 
 
 Titania appears ! 
 
 John Rose^^-'Fairy Festival, 
 
 Single, Monzani. 
 
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134 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — Harmonized by W. Hawes. 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 I'm wearing awa', John, 
 Like snaw wraith's in thaw, John, 
 Fm 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 J 
 
 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 past, 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' be fain i'the land o'the Leal : 
 
 For there's nae sorrow there, John, 
 
 There's neither cauld nor care, John, 
 
 The day's ay' fair i'the land o'the Leal. 
 
 Burns, 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
135 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices. 
 Harmonized by W. Hawjbs. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 John Anderson my Jo, John, 
 
 When nature first began ; 
 To try her canny hand, John, 
 Her master- work was man. 
 And you araang them a*, John, 
 
 Sae trig from top to toe; 
 Have prov'd to be no journey-work, 
 John Anderson my Jo. 
 
 John Anderson my Jo, John, 
 
 Ye were my first conceit 5 
 I think nae shame to own, John, 
 
 1 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, Jolin, 
 
 Your locks are like the snow ; 
 Yet blessings on thy frosty pow, 
 
 John Anderson my Jo. 
 n2 
 
 Ramsey. 
 
 Burns, 
 
136 
 
 John Anderson my Jo, John, 
 
 Frae year to year weVe 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, 
 
 WeVe climb'd the hill th'githerj 
 And many a' canty day, John, 
 
 WeVe 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. Bums, 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 5 Foices,-^T. Morley, 1597. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 I FOLLOW ! lo ! the footing still of my lovely cruel. 
 Proud of herself that she is beauty's jewel ; 
 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. 
 Hawes, 
 
137 
 
 An ELEGY /or 3 Foices.—'T. Linley. 
 (Treble, Con. and Base.) 
 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. 
 
 Convito, p. 160. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Harmonized by W. Haw£s. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 If this delicious, grateful flower. 
 Which blooms but for a little hour. 
 Should to the sight as lovely be. 
 As from its fragrance seems to me 3 
 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 smiFd, 
 With jewels deck'd his sightless child; 
 Their glittering worth the world might see. 
 But, ah ! they shed no sweets for me ; 
 Still as the present failed to charm. 
 And sure the gem to me most dear. 
 The trickling drop bedew'd my arm. 
 Was a kind father's pitying tear. F. Eeynols. 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms« 
 * Air by Mazzingi. 
 
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138 
 
 GLEE for 5 Toice^.— W. Horslbv, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 3 Tens, and Base.) 
 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 5 
 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 control; 
 
 Nor let my starts of passion grieve thee, 
 
 Though death to stay, 'twere death to leave thee. 
 
 Mrs, Opie. 
 
 3d Collection, p. 28. Birchall's. 
 
 ROUND /or 3 Fbices.—J. 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, 
 Single, Birchall.— Warren, No. 1. p. 9.— Convito, p. 19 J. 
 
139 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices.^R, Spofforth. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 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, 
 by the rock of the mossy stream 5 and hear the winds 
 roar ; nor can I hear the voice of my love, — no answer, 
 half drown'd in the storm ! Ossian^ 
 
 Single, Preston. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices.-^Dr, Cooke. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 If the prize you mean to get. 
 Season music well with wit f 
 Sense and harmony combined. 
 Make a banquet for the mind : 
 The prize obtained, with me you'll hold,. 
 Sterling wit is sterling gold^ £d, Mulso, 
 
 Warren, No. 9. p. 17. 
 
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 GLEE f(yt 4 roice^.— Wm. Horslby, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 gIp doughty deeds my ladye please, 
 
 Right soone Til 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, 
 
 rU deck theejn array; 
 I'll tend thy chamber- door all night. 
 
 And squire thee all the day. 
 If sweetest sounds can win thy ear. 
 
 These sounds FU strive to catch; 
 Thy voice 111 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 Montrose, 1640. 
 
 3d Collection, p. 40. Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices.-^, Webbb» 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Is it night? would darkness fright us? 
 
 Let us drive dull thoughts away 5 
 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 thou darest to stay. 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Foices, — Scotland, 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Lightly tread, 'tis hallowed 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 lover's woes. 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Fbices^-^Dw CooKis. 
 
 (Treble, Ten. and Base.) 
 Lawn 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 their dears. 
 Pins, and shining toys of steel. 
 What maids lack from head to heel. 
 Come, buy of me, buy lads, buy. 
 Come buy, or else your lasses cry. 
 
 Shakspeare^ 
 
 Dr. Cooke's 5th Book, p. 13. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices.-— 3\ S. Smith, Prize, 1774. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Let happy lovers fly, where pleasure's call 
 
 With festive songs beguile the fleeting hour 5 
 Lead beauty through 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 j 
 
 Nor wander thro' the woodbine's fragrant shade, 
 To hear the music of the woods resound. 
 
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 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 thou, 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 ! 
 
 Convito, p. 379.— Warren's, No. 13. p. L— dementi's Vocal 
 Harmony, p. 206. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices.— Dx, Wm. Hayes. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.^ 
 Let Omnibus Wiccamicis in a bumper now go round. 
 We'll wave our bonnets boys unto the ground. 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices,-'^, Webbe. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Live to-day, enjoy each blessing. 
 
 Taking 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. Anacreon, 
 Webbe's 8th Book, p. 22. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 roice^.— Rt. Cooke.* 
 
 (2^Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Love 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 condemned to lead the blind. 
 * Book, p. 9. 
 Warren, No. 14. p. 6. 
 
 A BALLADE OF WYNTER. 
 
 GLEE/or3 roece*.— H. Condell.— Pme* 181 L 
 
 (Treble, Ten. and Base ) 
 Loud 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 wishful! eye, 
 For alnics unto my cottage flye, 
 Sith they can boast no hoarde ; 
 
 ♦ Catch Club. 
 
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 Sharp in myne house the Pilgrims peep, 
 But Robin will not distance keep. 
 So percheth on my boarde. 
 
 Come in, ye little minstrels swete. 
 And from your feathers shake the sleete, 
 
 And warme your freezing bloode 5 
 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 joyfull 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* 
 Single, Clementi. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices.^i, S. Smith, 
 (CoQ. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Let us, my Lesbia, live and love. 
 Nor cast a moment's thought away 5 
 
 Whether a peevish world approve. 
 Or what they think, or what they say 
 o 
 
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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. — Fro7n Catullus, 
 
 Warren, No. 18. p. 6.— Convito, p. 440. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices,— Dv. Callcott. 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 Lone 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 
 Tlie 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 I 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, 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices, -^J^x. Cooke. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Long may live my lovely Hetty, 
 Always young, and always pretty. 
 
 By Dr» Johnson^ on his Wife, 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — R. Spofforth.* 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 L*APE e la serpe spesso 
 
 Suggon I'istesso umorej 
 
 Ma Talimento istesso 
 
 Cangiando in lor si va : 
 
 Che* della serpe in seno 
 
 II fior si fa veleno ; 
 
 In sen dell' ape il fiore 
 
 Dolce liquor si fa. Metasiasio, 
 
 Single, Preston, — * Book, p. 10. . 
 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 be- 
 comes poison 5 but, in the bosom of the Bee, it becomes 
 honey. Spqffhrlh. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices, — S. Webbb, Jun, 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Let 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. 
 
 Popes fFindsor Forest. 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 DUET.— Wm. Jackson. 
 
 (Treble and Tenor.) 
 
 Love 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 touched thy heart ; 
 
 How different is my fate from thine I 
 No outward marks of love are mine. 
 My brow is clouded by despair, 
 And Grief, Love's bitter foe, is there 5 
 But deep within my glowing soul 
 He reigns, and rules without control. 
 
 Cowlet/, 
 Single, Birchall. — Convito, p. 60. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices,'^ 
 Harmonized by Mr. Greatorex, MS. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Let not rage, thy bosom firing, 
 
 Pity's softer claim remove; 
 Spare a heart that's just expiring. 
 Forced 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 5 
 
 I, alas ! at once have lost. 
 Father, brother, lover, friend. 
 
 u^ir from Artaxerxes, — Transla ted 
 by Dr. Ame, from Metastasio. 
 
 * H. Sykes, Esq. Banker, has a MS. of the above as a Glee, by 
 Dr. Arne. The Tenor sings the Melody. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Foices, — Dr. Wainwright. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Life'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. 
 o3 
 
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 Let this scene with joy be crown'd, 
 Let the glee and catch go round j 
 All the sweets of life combine. 
 Mirth and music, love and wine. 
 
 John Drinkiuater, Esq. Liverpool, 
 Convito, p. 388. — Single, Birchall. — dementi's V. Harmony, p. 88- 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices — C. Evans. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 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 it, tho' no better grown. 
 And now you see how full His blown. 
 
 Still as I did the leaves inspire. 
 With such a purple light it shone. 
 
 As if tbey 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. 
 
 fFaller, 
 Evanses Book, p. 16 — Clementi; 
 
 ODE TO THE GENIUS OF SHAKSPEARE. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Foices.-^W, Horsley, M. B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 Lo ! on yon long resounding shore. 
 
 Where the rock totters o'er the headlong deep; 
 
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 What phantoms bath*d in infant gore, 
 
 Stand muttering 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, 
 Single, Birchall. — dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 412. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fbece^.— M. Rock. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Let the sparkling wine go round. 
 And the praise of Bacchus sound : 
 He inflames the Poet's fire, 
 He to music wakes the lyre 5 
 Venus with her darling boy, 
 Nurs'd the rosy infant joy. From Anacreon* 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 DUET.— Dr. Cookk. 
 
 (Ten. aiid Base.) 
 Let Rubinelli* charm the ear. 
 
 And sing as erst with voice divine ^ 
 To Carbonellif I adhere, 
 
 Instead of music, give me wine. 
 
 And yet, perhaps, with wine combined. 
 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 FU despise ; 
 
 Devote the present hours to laugh. 
 And learn, to-morrow, to be wise. 
 
 The Reij. Dr, Wake. 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 * Came to England, 1786. 
 t Brought to England by the Dulie of Rutland, 1720. 
 
 MADRIGAL for 6 Voices. ^\Yii.B-iE, 1598. 
 (2 Trebles, 2 Cons. Ten. and Base.) 
 Lady, 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. 
 Warren, No. 10. p. 36.— Convito, p. 361. 
 
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 MOTET /or 4 Foices.^Dr. Tyb,^ 1553. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Laudate nomen Domini, vos Servi Domini : 
 Ab ortu solis usque ad occasum ejus, 
 Decreta Dei justa sunt, et cor exhilarant. 
 Laudate Deum, Principes, et omnes populi. 
 
 Bev, G. Heathcote, 
 Hawes. 
 
 * Dr. Christopher Tye, Gentleman of the Chapel Royal to King 
 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. 15533 the Latin words, as 
 above, were adapted to a part of it by^ the Rev. Gilbert Heathcote, 
 Fellow of Winchester College. 
 
 See Dr. Bumey, Page 1 1 . FoL III. and 
 Dr. Boyce*s Collection of Anthems. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. — Dr, Callcott. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Lovely 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. — Dr. Percy, 
 ttoi. Book, p. 18.— Dr. Callcott's Book, by Horsley, p. 1, Vol. I. 
 
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 MADRIGAL /or 5 rmce^.—T. Linley. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 Let 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, 
 Single, Argyll Rooms.— Convito, p. 280. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices. — ^L, Atterbury. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Lay that sullen garland by thee. 
 
 Keep it for th' Elisian shade j 
 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 this crown again. 
 
 Sadness may some pity move, 
 Mirth and courage conquers love. 
 
 Warren, No. 6. p. 14. 
 Duet by J. Taylor.— Playford's Musical Companion, p. 92. 1673. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 roice*.— S. Webbe. 
 
 (Treble, Con; Ten. and Base.) 
 My pocket's low, and taxes high, 
 Ah ! I 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. — IVebbe. 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Toice^.—W. Knyvett. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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. 
 
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 Richard Penlake 
 A scolding would take, 
 Till patience availed no longer. 
 Then Richard Penlake 
 A crab stick would take. 
 And shew her that he was the stronger. 
 Merrily, merrily, &c. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. — Ditto, Birchall. 
 
 MOTET for 5 Voices. --^J^x, Crot)?h. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Methinks 1 hear the full celestial choir,* 
 
 Thro' heav'n's high dome their awfixl anthems raise; 
 Now chaunting clear, and now they all conspire. 
 
 To swell the lofty hymn from praise to praise. 
 
 Thomson, 
 Single, Birchall. 
 ♦ The choir should be placed at a distance from the solo singer. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Vokes.^S^ , Hawes. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 My fair, ye swains, is gone astrajr, 
 The little wand'rer lost her way 
 In gathering flow'rs the other day; 
 
 Poor Phillis, poor lovely Phillis, 
 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. 
 
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 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.— -O/c? Ballad. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Foices.-^S. Wbbbe. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Mb Bacchus fires, he swells each vein. 
 Gay odours charm my raptur'd brainy 
 Beauty forbids her slave to sigh. 
 And I'll be mad, stark mad with joy. 
 Webbers 3d Book, p. 4, 
 
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 GLEE for 5 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 My dear mistress had a heart, 
 
 Soft as those kind looks she gave xne 5 
 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, 
 Book, p. 27. — Preston's. 
 
 EPITAPH ON THE LATE REV. MR. ALLOTT. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices^'—Dr. Cooke. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.^ 
 More with the love than with the fear of God, 
 This vale of sorrow cheerfully he trod ; 
 So tun'd to harmony, and hating strife. 
 From youth to age unclouded was his life : 
 
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 Nought could his earthly virtuous joys increase, 
 But heavenly song and everlasting peace. 
 
 David Garrkkf 
 
 Warren, No. 13, p. 28. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Fb?ce5.— Dr. AaNE.—PW^e, 1769. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Make haste to meet the generous 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 away; 
 Make haste, resign thy business 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, Artie, 
 Warren, No. 8. p. 34. — dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 102.— 
 Convito, p. 222. 
 
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 CATCH for 3 Fo/ce*.— Baildon. 
 
 Mr. 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. 
 
 Lord Sandwich 
 Single, Birchall. — Convito, p. 119. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Voices j^— Die, Callcott. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 Mark 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 numerous lights decay: 
 * Merrily, now merrily, 
 After the dewy moon they fly. 
 * Bishop has taken part of the above for " Come o'er the Brook." 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices.—S, Webbe. 
 (Con. Ten- and Base.) 
 
 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 power of love. 
 
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 'Tis Nature's dialect, designed 
 To charm and to instruct the mind. 
 Music's an universal good ! 
 
 That does dispense its joys around. 
 In all the elegance of sound; 
 To be by men admir'd, by angels understood. 
 
 An Ode for St, Cecilia's Day, 
 1693, hy Yalden. 
 Single, Birchall.— Warren, No. 18. p. 24. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,-^, Webbe. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten, and Base.) 
 May 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 f 
 And restore us peace and joy. 
 God save the King. JFebbe. 
 
 Single, ClementL 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Foice^.— J. Danby.— Pme, 1783. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Music has pow'r to melt the soul. 
 
 By beauty, Nature's swayed f 
 Each can the universe control. 
 
 Without the other's aid, 
 
 pa 
 
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 But here together both appear. 
 
 And force united try ; 
 Music enchants the listening 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. 
 
 Danby's 1st Book, p. 3.— Warren, No. 22. p. 23.--Vocal Harmony. 
 Clementi, p. 428. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices.-^Du Hayes.— Pme, 1763. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Melting airs soft joys inspire. 
 Airs for drooping hope to hear ; 
 Melting as a lover's pray'r, 
 Joys to flatter dull despair. 
 And softly sooth the am'rous fire. 
 
 J, Hughes, Esq, 
 
 Convito, p. 110. — ^Warren, No. 2. p. 3. — dementi's Vocal 
 Harmony, p. 12. 
 
 corydon's doleful knell. 
 GLEE:/or 4 Foices.-'J. Sale. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 My Phillida, adieu ! love ! 
 For evermore farewell! 
 
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 Ah, me ! Tve lost my true love, 
 
 And thus I ring her knell : 
 Ding dong, ding dong, 
 
 My Phillida is dead, 
 ril 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. Shakspeare, 
 
 Mr. Sale's Book. 
 
 THE WISH. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Fbice*.— -W. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Mine be a cot, beside a hill, 
 
 A bee-hive's hum shall sooth my ear 5 
 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 5 
 
 Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, 
 And share my meal, a welcome guest. 
 
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 Around my ivy*d porch shall spring, 
 
 Each fragrant flow*r that drinks the dew 5 
 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, 
 
 Single, Bitch all. 
 
 Ode I. 
 GLEE for 5 V6ices,'-T>v, Crotch. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 
 MoNA on Snowdon calls 5 
 
 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 r 
 See, their gold and ebon rod. 
 Where the sober sisters nod. 
 
 And greet in whispers sage and slow* 
 
 Snowdon, markt '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 shockj 
 
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 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. 
 
 3Iason's Charactacus, 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 OBERON. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Earl of Mornington. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Mark! mortals, mark! with awe profound. 
 What solemn stillness reigns around 5 
 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 bowers, 
 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, 
 ThoV spangled with ten thousand dews, 
 Tho' colour' d with ten thousand hues. 
 
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 Approach not with unhallow'd hands, 
 Beneath yon tall liburnum- stands 5 
 Then enter here with guiltless mind, 
 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 : 
 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 5 
 Hence I avaunt! 'tis holy ground ! 
 Warren, No. 19. p. 24. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Toue^.— R. J. S. Stevens, 
 And for 5 Voices hy R. Spofforth.* 
 
 (2 Cons. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Mark'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. — H, 2?. Sheridan, 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 • The above lines were the genuine production of the late Mr. 
 Sheridan, addressed to his first Wife, then Miss Linley, shortly be- 
 fore their union. She was the celebrated Maid of Bath. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 ToiVe^.— S. Webbe. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 My 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's on her tongue ! 
 Webbe's 3d Book, p. 
 
 IN PRAISE OF MUSIC. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices, — ^John Sale. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Music, miraculous rhet'rick, that speak'st sense 
 Without a tongue, excelling eloquence; 
 With what ease might thy errors be excusM, 
 Wert thou as truly lov'd as thou'rt abus'd. 
 But though dull souls neglect, and some reprove thee, 
 I cannot hate thee 'cause the angels love thee. 
 
 W, D, Knight, 1653. 
 And see JValton's Complete Angler, p, 309. 
 Mr. Sale's Book. 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Foices. -^S.Webbe, Prize, 1790. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 NoN fide al mar che freme. 
 
 La temeraria prora, 
 Chi si scolora e teme, 
 
 Sol quando vede il mar : 
 Non si cimenti in Campo, 
 CJii trema al suono e al lampo ; 
 D'una guerriera tromba 
 D'un bellicoso acciar. Metastasio, 
 
 Single, Birchall. — dementi's Vocal Harroony, p, 696. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fbices —R. Cooke. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 No 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 5 
 Why wander riches to obtain, 
 
 When love is all I prize ? 
 
 Helen Maria WilHams, 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Voices,— Br, Cooke. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Nymph, 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 hy Lord Sandwich, 
 Warren, No. 19. p. 2. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices.-^^T, Cooke.* 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Now the winds whistle, and the tempest roars, 
 Now foaming billows lash the sounding shores ; 
 Severe the storms, when shu.dd'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 5 
 But neither sweet the spring, nor summer gay. 
 When she I love, my fair one, is away. Broom* 
 
 • 1st Book, p. 38, Birchairs, 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Voices, — ^J. Danby. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Nor 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 5 
 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. 
 Professional Book, p. 1. 
 
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 SONG, ON MAY MORNING. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices, — Greville.* — Prize, 1785. 
 
 (2 Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Set also by Dr. Cooke and G. Berg. 
 
 Now 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. 
 
 Hail ! bounteous May, that dost inspire 
 
 Mirth and youth, and warm desire ; 
 
 Woods and groves are of thy dressing, 
 
 Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. 
 
 Thus we salute thee with our early song, 
 
 And welcome thee, and wish thee long. Milton 
 
 ♦ Single Birchall. — Clementi*s Vocal Hannony, p. 512. 
 Convito, p. 260. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices, — S. Webbe.— Pme, 1/75 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Now Fm 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 5 
 When vine-crown'd Bacchus leads the way. 
 What can his votaries dismay ? S, Wehhe, 
 
 Single Clementi. — ^Vocal Harmony, p. 242. — Convito p 246". 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Voices, — L. Atterbury. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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, 
 I'll have no other Ganymede than thee. 
 Vocal Harmony, p. 147. 
 
 MADRIGAL jor 5 Voices.— "l. Morley. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 No'i' i.s 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 sadnesse. 
 Fa, la, la. 
 
 And to the bagpipes' sound 
 The Nimphs tread out their ground. 
 Fa, la, la. 
 
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 Fye then, why sit wee musing, 
 Youth's sweet delight refusing. 
 
 Fa, la, la. 
 
 Say daintie Nimphs, and speake. 
 Shall we play barley-breake. 
 
 Fa, la, la. 
 
 See Morley's Publication^ 1595. 
 
 Single Birchall. — Convito, p. 346. 
 
 A MIDSUMMER NIGHT S DREAM. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices. — R.J. Stevens. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Now the hungry lions roar,, 
 
 And howling wolves behold the moon y 
 Now the heavy ploughmen snore, 
 
 All with weary task fore-done. 
 
 Now the brands of fire do glow, 
 While 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- 
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 And we faries that do run. 
 
 By the triple Hecate's team. 
 From the presence of the sun 5 
 
 Following darkness as a dream. — Shakspeare, 
 Book 4th, Preston. 
 
 GLEE for 3 and 6 Voices, — ^Dr. CooKiS» 
 
 (2 Con. 2 Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 No stormy winter enters 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 5 
 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. 
 Dr. Cooke's Book, p. 
 
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 MADRIGAL /or 4 Foices.^'W, Horslby, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and Base. ) 
 Nymphs of the forest ! who on this mountain, 
 Are wont to dance, shewing your beauty's treasure ; 
 To goat-feet sylvans, and the wondring sun. 
 When as you gather flow'ts about this fountain ; 
 Bid her farewell, who placed here her pleasure ; 
 And sing her praises, to the stars and moon. 
 
 See Drummond's Poems, Sextain, p, 47. 
 
 3d Collection, Birchairs^ p. 54. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Toic^^.— T. Weblkes, 1608. 
 fCon. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Now country sports, that seldom fades, 
 
 A garland of the spring 
 A prize for dancing, couutry maids. 
 
 With merry pipes we bring. 
 Then all at once for our town crys ; 
 Pipe on, for We will have the prize. 
 Clementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 250. — Gwilt^s book, p. 40. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices. — ^Dr. Cooke. 
 
 (2 Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 O Venus ! Regina Cnidi, Paphique, 
 Sperne dilectam Cypron, et vocantis 
 
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 Thure te multo Glycerae decoram 
 
 Transfer in eedem. 
 Fervidus tecum Puer, & solutis 
 Gratiae zonis, properentque Nymphae, 
 Et parum coinis fine te Juventas, 
 
 Mercuriusque. Horace, — CarmeHy 30, 
 Dr. C's Book, p. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Foices.'-R, J. S. Stevens.* 
 and Ld. Mornington, for 4 Voices, 
 
 (2 Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Orpheus with his lute made trees, 
 And the mountain tops that freeze ; 
 Bow themselves, when he did sing, 
 To his musicj plants, and flow'rs^ 
 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 heads and then lay by. 
 In sweet music is such art, 
 Killing care and grief of heart j 
 Fall asleep, or hearing die. Shakspeare, 
 
 * Book 6th, p. 
 Wairen, No. 19. p. 37. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Fotce^.— G. Berg.— Pn^e, 1763. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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, 
 1, alas ! must yield my breath. 
 
 Soon dissolve, too soon I must. 
 Turn to undistinguish'd dust ; 
 Do not then, when I am dead, 
 Flow'rs, or wines, or odours shed. 
 
 Fruitless love, superfluous care, 
 Spare me now what you can spare ; 
 Rather in these present hours. 
 Bring your odours, wines, and flow'rs. 
 
 Now, O Cupid, bind my hair 
 Summon now the tender fair ! 
 
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 That before Tm doom'd to go, 
 To the ghosts who sport below ; 
 I may taste, with those that live. 
 All the sports that life can give. 
 Waren, No 2, p. 6. — ^Vocal Harmony, Clementi, p. 4. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 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 Fm thine. 
 
 Thy pleasures all enjoy, 
 Ere ages many frailties join j 
 
 The blessing to destroy. Bannie, 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 5 roice^.— Dr. Callcott, Pme, 1790. 
 (2 Cons. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 O vol che sospirate a miglior notti 
 Ch' ascoltate d'amore, 
 O dite in rime, 
 
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 Pregate non mi sia piu sorda morte, 
 Parto delle miserie 
 
 E fin del pianto. Dal Petraca, 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 684. — Warren, No. 29. p. 2. 
 
 GLEE f(yr k Vbices.^R. J. S. Stevens. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 O MISTRESS mine ! where are you roaming ? 
 O stay and hear, your true love's coming. 
 
 That can sing both high and low j 
 Trip no further, pretty sweeting, 
 Joumies end in lovers meeting ; 
 Ev'ry wise man's son doth know. 
 
 What is love ? 'tis not hereafter, 
 Present mirth has present laughter ; 
 
 What's to come is still unsure : 
 In delay their lies no plenty, 
 Then don't leave me, sweet and twenty ; 
 Youth's a season wont endure. 
 
 Shakespeare's Play of the Twelfth Night* 
 Single, Clementi. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 roice^.— Norris, M. B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 O'er William's tomb, with silent grief oppreit, 
 Britannia mourns her hero now at rest 5 
 
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 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. 
 
 WaiTcn, No. 5. p. 17. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — Ravenscroft.* 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 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 noae. 
 
 Single, BirchalU 
 • One of Freemen's Songs. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Voltes,— %. Wbbbe. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 O ! WHAT can equal here below. 
 The life of us three brothers I 
 The rising sigh of bursting woe. 
 The balm of friendship smothers. 
 
 Tlie stream of life so smoothly flows. 
 
 We scarcely feel it gliding; 
 No dangerous wave the current knows; 
 
 Our bark with harm betiding. 
 
 No anxious thought, nor teazing care. 
 
 Our peace of mind destroying 5 
 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. H, Read. 
 
 Professional Collection, p 8. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Foices,—J, Battishill. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Oh, my Clarissa, thou cruel fair ! 
 Bright as the morning, soft as the air ; 
 Fresher than the flow'rs in May, 
 Yet far more sweet than they ; 
 Love is the subject of my pray'r. 
 
 Single, Birchall. — Warren> No. 4, p. 5. 
 
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 TRIO.-^R. J. S. Stevens, 
 
 (With a Double Accompaniment for the Piano Forte.) 
 (2 Trebles, and Base.) 
 O STRIKE the harp in praise of my love, the lonely sun- 
 beam of Dunscaith ! — Strike the harp in praise of Bra* 
 gela ! — 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 the praise of 
 Bragela ! Ossian. 
 
 Single, Preston. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices,—S, Webbe. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Of Britain*s woodeij 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 rise. 
 As we the Greeks of mighty name. 
 May they Britain's fleet proclaim ; 
 Look up and read her story in the skies. 
 Single, Longman and Wilkinson. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices,^^, J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 O THOU that rollest above, round as the shield of my 
 fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O sun ? Thy everlasting 
 
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 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 
 rails, 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 moniing. Ossian, 
 
 5th Collection, Preston's, p. 2. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,— li, Atterbury. — Prize, 1/80. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Oh thou, sweet bird ! that sits on some lone spray ! 
 Unseen, amid yon solitary grove. 
 Fly to my love and sing thy little lay. 
 For lays like thine the hardest heart can move j 
 Sing, till all around her soft-ey'd pity play. 
 And one responsive sigh breathe sympathising love. 
 
 Vocal Harmony, Cleroenti, p. 360. — Warren, No. 19, p. 32. 
 
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 ^ ■■^- THE MOUSES PETITION, 
 
 Found in the Trap where he had been confined all Night 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices,—Dr, Cooke. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 O HEAR a pensive prisoner's pray'r, 
 
 For liberty who sighs. 
 And never let thy heart be shut 
 
 Against a wretch's 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. Barhdiitd. 
 
 Dr. Cooke's Book, p. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices, 
 The Air by T. Carter. — Harmonized by S. Harrison. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Oh, Nanny 1 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 ? 
 And 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. — Di\ Percy, 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 ELEGY /or 3 Fb2c<?5.—WM. Jackson, 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 3 
 That the lover, sick to death, 
 Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. 
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 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. — Sha/cspeare, 
 
 Jackson's Book, p. 7« 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Foices,—-THo. Moore, Esq. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 Oh, lady fair, where art thou roaming ? 
 The sun is sunk, the night is coming. 
 Stranger I go o'er moor and mountain, 
 To tell my beads at Agnes' fountain. 
 And who's the man with his white locks flowing ? 
 Ob, lady fair, where is he going ? 
 A wand' ring pilgrim, weak, I falter ; 
 To tell my beads at Agnes' altar. 
 
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 Chill falls the rain, night winds are blowing, 
 Dreary and dark's the way we're going j 
 Fair lady rest till morning blushes, 
 I'll strew for thee a bed of rushes. 
 Oh, stranger ! when my beads I'm counting, 
 ril 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. 
 
 jT. Moare, Esq* 
 Single, Power. — ^Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices,— SM'si. Shield. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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. 
 
 Shakspeare* 
 Williams, Strand. — Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 FAIRY GLEE /or 4 Foices.—W^, LiNjLEy, Esq.* 
 (Con, 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 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 com 
 
 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 Leftley^ Esq 
 
 • 1st book, p. 40. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Voices.^^. Webbb. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Often in Laura's breast I strove 
 To plunge a dart quite full of love 5 
 The dart^ so stubborn is the fair, 
 Repell'd so oft, vi^as 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 replied 5 
 
 * 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 ? 
 ^ Thus, when you shoot at Laura's heart, 
 
 * The springing bosom turns the dart. 
 
 Webbe's 2nd book, p. 22. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Voices. — Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (2 Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 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, mourn its fate in tears, 
 Warren, No. 25, p. 25. 
 
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 MADRIGAL*^ for 5 To/ce^.— S. Wesley. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 his death bedde 
 Al under the willowe tree. 
 
 Chaiterton^s Poems, 
 Single, Clementi. — Convito, p. 414. 
 
 ♦ This was a Candidate for the Prize Cup lately given by the 
 Madrigal Society. 
 
 GYPSIES* GLEE for 3 Foece*.— Rebves. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 skin : 
 
 From ev'ry place condem'd to roam. 
 
 In ev'ry place we seek a home : 
 
 These branches form our summer roof. 
 
 By thick- grown leaves made weather proof; 
 
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 In sheltr'ring rocks and hollow ways. 
 We cheerly pass our wintry days, 
 
 Come circle round the gypsies* fire. 
 Our songs our stories never tire 5 
 
 Come stain your cheeks with nut or berry, 
 You*ll find the gypsies life is merrj\ 
 
 Single, Clementi. 
 
 ODE TO LIBERTY. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voket-\—^, Webbe. 
 (Con. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 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 the 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. 
 
 Single. Birchall. 
 
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 GLEE f(yr 3 Voices.--^. Webbe. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 O COME O bella Tardor de vini, 
 
 Piu coralini tuoi la bri fa, 
 Bacco vi stilla, suave umore, 
 
 D'un tal sapore che amor non ha, 
 BeviF O cara, quando ha la spuma, 
 
 Tal si costuma gustarlo qui, 
 Cosi gridando Tama il francese, 
 
 Cheto ringlese Tama cosi. 
 Ma cara luci voi non vedete, 
 
 Qual altra siete sui Tabri sta, 
 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 Tultim' ore lasciam venir. — MollL 
 Webbe's 5th Book, p. 8.— Convito, p. 376. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 5 Voices, — Orlando Gibbons, 1612. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Oh that the learned poets of this time. 
 Who, in a 4ove-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? 
 
 Sir Chris, Hat ton, 
 Hawes. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Voices.— Dr. Ca llcott.— Prisie, 1789. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 fromme fomenne and consumynge fyre 3 
 
 Lyke Avon's streame encyrque itt rounde, 
 
 Ne lette a flame enharme the grounde, 
 Tyll ynne one flame al the whole worlde expyre. 
 
 Chatter ton. 
 Vocal HariDony, Clementi, p, 578. 
 
 THE WISH OF A MAN OF REFLECTION ^WRITTEN IN 
 
 LONDON. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Fbices. — ^Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 
 O SNATCH me swift from these tempestuqus scenes. 
 To where life knows not what distraction means ; 
 To where religion, peace, and comfort dwell. 
 And cheer, with heartfelt rays, my lonely cell ! 
 Yet, if it please thee best, thou pow'r supreme, 
 My bark to drive thro' life's more rapid stream, 
 
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 If lowering storms my destin'd course attend, 
 And ocean rages till my days shall end ; 
 Let ocean rage, let storms indignant roar, 
 I bow submissive, and resigned adore. 
 
 Pleasing Reflections. — Published hi/ 
 G. might, 1788. 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 334. — ^Warren, No. 30, p. 3 — 
 Dr. Callcott, by Horsley, p. 24, vol. 1. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.-^S, Webbe. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 O NIGHT ! more pleasing than the brightest day. 
 When fancy gives what absence takes away, 
 And drest in all its visionary charms, 
 Restores my fair deserter to my arms 1 
 
 But when with day the sweet dehisions ifly, 
 And all things wake to life and joy but I; 
 As if once more forsaken, I complain. 
 And close my eyes to dream of you again. 
 
 Anacreon. 
 Webbe's 3d book, p. 32. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 /^ozce*.— W. Knyvett. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base ) 
 O MY love's like a red red rose, 
 
 That's newly sprung in June ; 
 O my love's like the melody 
 
 That's sweetly play'd in tune. 
 
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 As fair art thou my bonny lass„ 
 
 So deep in love am I ! 
 And I will love thee still, my dear. 
 
 Till a' the seas gang dry. 
 
 Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear. 
 And the rocks melt with the sun ! 
 
 I will love thee still, my dear. 
 While the sands of life shall run. 
 
 And fare thee well, my only love, 
 
 And fare thee well, awhile. 
 And I will come again, my love, 
 
 Tho' it were ten thousand mile. 
 
 From a 3Iaiiuscript in G, Thomson*s possesfwn^ 
 the Editor of Original Scot.s ^~Jii\s, 
 Smgle, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices,— Dr, Cookb.— Pme, 1777. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 O COME, 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. 
 
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 If beauty smiles no cares annoy, 
 
 Sweet music's powers each bliss improve ; 
 Beauty is the source of every joy, 
 
 And music is the food of love. 
 
 O love ! thou parent of delight ! 
 
 Whose magic soothes the savage mind 5 
 By thee our passions tun'd, unite 
 
 In harmony to bless mankind. 
 Warren, No. 16, p. 19. 
 
 EPIGRAM.* 
 ROUND for 5 Toice^.— 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^ 
 Dr. Cooke's Book, p. 
 
 ♦ By a Monk of Winchester, Camden's Remains, p. 413. 
 
 f See Gent's Mag. February, 1745. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Foue^.— Dr. Cooke. 
 (Treble, Con, Ten. and Base.) 
 
 O GENTLE sleep ! O gentle sleep I 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 seem to nod ; 
 The torrents cease to chide, the seas to roar. 
 And the hush'd waves recline upon the shore. 
 Dr. Cooke's Book, p. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Foice*.— Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 vanished, 
 Damon, my belov'd, is gone. Dry dent 
 
 3rd Collection, p. 48, Birchall. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Voices. —V^ , Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base, or 2 Trebles and BaseJ 
 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 ! 
 
 All drest 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. Robinson's Novel, Wahingham, 
 1st Collection, Birchall, p. 31. 
 
 GLEE for A Fbice^.— Harmonized by Wm. Hawks. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.^ 
 O SAW ye my father ? 
 O saw ye my mother ? 
 Or saw ye my true love, John ? 
 
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 I saw not your father. 
 I saw not your mother, 
 But I 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 stay. 
 
 But he will be here ere long. 
 
 Up Johnny rose. 
 
 And to the door he goes. 
 
 And gently twirl' d the pin. 
 The lassie took the hint, 
 And to the door she went. 
 
 And she let her true love in. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Voices.-^ySf, HoiisLKy, M.B. 
 
 (Treble, 3 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 O MAY I steal. 
 
 Along the vale 
 Of humble life, secures from foes ; 
 
 My friend sincere. 
 
 My judgment clear, 
 And gentle business may repose. 
 
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 My mind be strong. 
 To combat wrong, 
 Grateful to heav'n for favors shewn. 
 Soft to complain 
 For others pain, 
 And bold to triumph o'er my own. 
 
 Young's Ocean, 
 2nd Collection, p. 34. Biichall. 
 
 DUET.— Michael Wise. 
 
 (Ten and Base.) 
 Old Chiron thus preach' d to his pupil Achilles 5 
 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 seige of Troy ; 
 Thence never to return to Greece again. 
 But before those walls to be slain. 
 
 Let not your noble courage be cast down 5 
 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 Stygian ferry. 
 Single, Birchall. — Convito, p. 344. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices —Dr. Cooke. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 O SACRED friendship ! heav'n's 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 5 
 Harmonious peace and truth renew, 
 Shew the false friendship from the true, 
 
 Or nature must to chaos fall. 
 
 Warren's Vocal Harmony, p. 245. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 5 Foicg^.— Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (2 Cons. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 O CRUEL Amarillis ! 
 O nymph ! more sweet and fair, 
 Than fairest lilies are 5 
 
 Since speaking 1 offend. 
 
 Silent rU 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 
 
202 
 
 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. 
 
 GaurinVs Pastor Fido, 
 1st Collection, Birchall, p. 47. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices,—J. S. Smith. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 O Pan ! delight of nymphs and swains, 
 Protector of Arcadian plains. 
 
 Who lead'st the frolic dance j 
 The laughing fair, who play the prude. 
 But fly from thee to be pursu'd. 
 Their favors to enhance. 
 
 They love thy rustic oaten reed. 
 
 They know thy vigour, 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. 
 
 Wan-en, No. 19. p. 4. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 roicc*.— Wm. Hawes. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 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 banner still remain unfurFd, 
 
 Yet in the precincts of this sea-girt isle. 
 
 Domestic peace, and tranquil pleasures smile. 
 
 Miss Frances-^from the Poem of tJie 
 Rival Roses, 
 
 Argyll Rooms. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Foices. 
 
 Adapted to the Music of Huberto Waelrent, 
 By Rt. Cooke, 1590. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 O'er desert plains and rushy meers. 
 
 And wither'd 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. 
 
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 No fir- crown' d hills could give delight, 
 
 No palace please mine eye ; 
 No pyramid's aerial height, 
 
 Where mould'ring monarchs lie. 
 
 Unmov'd, should eastern kings advance. 
 
 Could I the pageant see ? 
 Splendour might catch one scornful glance, 
 
 Nor steal a thought from thee. — Shenstone, 
 
 Single, Birchall, and Argyll Rooms. 
 
 The above set as a Song by Mr. Tremain. Musical Magazine, pub. 
 1771. Vol. V. p. 18. 
 
 GIMY. for A Voices. 
 Air by Mr. Hook. — Harmonized by J. B. Sale. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 flow'rs their blooming sweets exhale, 
 
 My Daphne let us fondly stray ; 
 Where whisp'rlng love breathes forth his tale, 
 
 And shepherds sing their artless lay. 
 
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 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^ 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 roice*.— W. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Con. Ten, and Base.) 
 On the high towering poplar thus swinging, 
 
 My lyre hung suspended at ease 5 
 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'ershades, 
 
 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 5 
 While here stretched on the banks of the river, 
 I repose in soft slumbers reclin'd. 
 
 From the Latin of Cassimir Sohieski, 
 by Mr, Heald, 
 
 Birchall, 3d Collection, p. 36. 
 
206 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices. — ^Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 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, 
 
 Ann Seward* 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices.-^S, Webbb. 
 (Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Pretty 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 
 There's a pleasure in lamenting 
 
 My complaint, if you return. 
 
 Single, Birchall. — ^Warren, No. 16, p. 1. 
 
207 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices, — Baildon. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Prithee, 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 ! 
 
 Paul Whitehead, 
 Baildon's book, p. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices,— Dv. Callcott. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 ; 
 t2 
 
208 
 
 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, 
 
 Single, Birchall. — dementi's Vocal Harmony, p, 19. — Single, 
 Chappell's. — Convito, p. 168. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Foices.-^Bv. Arne, 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 PocuLUM elevatum. 
 Quod nobis est pergratum j 
 Poculum elevatissimum 5 
 Quod nobis est pergratissimum j 
 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 fratemis gaudere. — Dr, Amt, 
 
 Single^ Argyll Rooms, and Birchall's. 
 
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 GLEE for 5 Voices.-^, J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Pack 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 FU 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. 
 
 In ev'ry bush, 
 Linnet, and cock sparrow; 
 
 You pretty elves. 
 
 Among yourselves. 
 To give my love good-morrow. 
 Sing, birds, in ev'ry furrow. — T, Heyioood. 
 
 1637. 
 
 Preston, 5th Collection, p. 34. 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Fbices.-^R, J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Prithee, 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 Mary-le-hone Gardens* 
 Single, Bii-chall.—Warren, No. 17- p. 12.— Convito, p. 288. 
 
 ODE TO MAY. 
 
 For 4 Voices. — Earl of Mornington. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. and Base.) 
 Pale April, with her childish eye, 
 Alike prepar'd to laugh or cry. 
 
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 AH unlamented hies away, 
 And leaves the world for Love and May. 
 Lo Maia comes ! fair queen of blooms ! 
 Scatt'ring around her choice perfumes 5 
 Lo she comes ! and leads her train. 
 With songs and dances o'er the pl^n. 
 Cupid there, the wanton boy. 
 With ev'ry grace, and ev'ry joy 5 
 And rosy health, and gay desire. 
 And zephyrs breathing am'rous fire : 
 See they frolic, hark ! they say, 
 Happy mortals ! hail the May. 
 
 Warren, No. 16. p, 24. 
 
 ODE /or 4 Foices.-^Dr, Cooke. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Prithee 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. 
 
 Warren, No. 18. p. 47. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Fbices. 
 Air by Storage. — Harmonized by S. Harrison. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean. 
 
 Seamen fear no clangers nigh ; 
 The winds and waves in gentle motion. 
 
 Soothe 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» 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices. — J. Da^^by, 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 QcjEBN of joy and dimpled pleasure. 
 
 Thou, whose looks delightful charm ; 
 Leader of each sprightly measure. 
 
 Raising mirth*s emotion warm^ 
 
 Around thy form the frisking sports. 
 In antic gesture wildly move ; 
 
 Within thy loud rebounding courts. 
 The noisy sons of revel rove. 
 
 Danby's 3d book, p. 1^: 
 
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 TO THE MOON. 
 
 GLEE for 4 roice^.— Hindlb. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Queen of the silver bow ! by thy pale beam. 
 
 Alone and pensive, I delight to stray ; 
 And watch thy shadow 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 my troubled breast ; 
 And oft I think, fair planet of the night, 
 
 That in thy orb the wretched may have rest. 
 The suffrers 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. 
 Professional Collection, p. 36. 
 
 GLEE for 4 rotce*.— Sir. G. T. Smart. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Queen 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. 
 
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 Here, muffled dark in horrors dread, 
 I bow to sacred Love's command 5 
 
 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 his dying heart — 
 Once more to bless his Melna's arms ! 
 
 From the " Vale of Wever" a Poem, by 
 J, Gisbourne, Esq, 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 THE MALTESE MARINERS* HYMN. 
 
 For 5 Voices, — Rt. Cooke. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Queen of the seas, ordain' d to prove 
 Our dear Redeemer's filial love, 
 Bend from thy starry throne, 
 O beata Virgine ! 
 
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 Whene'r 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, 
 Chaunt 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. Kelt, 
 
 Single, BirchalPs. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices.'-J. S. Smith.— Pme, 1777- 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Return, blest days ! return ye laughing hours ! 
 
 Which led me up the roseate steep of youth ; 
 Which strewed my simple path with vernal flowers, 
 
 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. 
 
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 So soft, SO delicate, so sweet she came. 
 
 Youth's damask glow just dawning on her cheek ; 
 
 I gaz'd, I sigh'd, I caught the tender flame. 
 
 Felt the fond pang, and droop' d with passion weak. 
 
 Dr, Percy 
 
 dementi's Vocal Hai-mony, p. 279. — Single, Birchall. — WaiT^n, 
 No. 16, p. 12.— Single, ChappelPs.— Convito, p. 294, 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices,^S, Webbe.— Pme, 1777. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Rise, my joy, sweet mirth attend, 
 I'm resolved to be thy friend 5 
 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, 
 
 Warren, No. 16, p. 34. — dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 293. 
 
 MADRIGAL for 4 Voices, — Dr. Hutchinson. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Rkturn, return, my lovely maid, 
 
 For summer's pleasures pass away 5 
 The trees' green liv'ries 'gin to fade. 
 
 And Flora's treasures all decay. 
 
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 No more, at ev*n-tide, waileth sweet, 
 
 Sad Philomel the woods among. 
 
 Nor lark the rising morn doth greet ; 
 
 Return, my love, thou stay'st too long. 
 
 Single, Birchall. — ^Vocal Harmony, p. 152.— Convito, p. 163. 
 
 ♦ Ireland. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices.-'S, Paxton.— Pme, 1781. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Round the hapless Andre's urn. 
 
 Be the Cyprus foliage spread ; 
 Fragrant spice profusely bum. 
 
 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, 
 
 Warren, No. 20, p. 28.— dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 379. 
 
 * Major Andr^, Adjutant General to the British Army, hanged 
 a Spy, at Tappan, in New York, 1786. His remains were, in 1823, 
 brought to Westminster Abbey, and deposited ia front of his monu- 
 ment. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices.^W. Horsley. M.B. 
 
 (Con» 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 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. Ossian, 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Fbices.-^RT. Cooke. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 Round 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'n shall fill thy cup with joy. 
 Birchall, Single. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Voices, — T. Attwood. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Rise 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. 
 
 Osfiian, 
 Single, Monzani,— Ditto, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices, — S, Webbe. 
 (2 Con. 2 Ten. and Base.) 
 Sister of Phoebus, gentle queen. 
 Of aspect mild, and ray serene. 
 Whose friendly beams by night appear. 
 The lonely traveller to cheer ! 
 Attractive pow'r ! 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 j 
 But I to no such horrid rite. 
 Sweet queen, implore thy sacred light -: 
 Nor seek, while all but lavers sleep. 
 To job the miser's treasured heap ; 
 
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 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, 
 Warren, No. 9, p. 30.— Webbe's 2nd book, p. 10.— Convito, p. 463- 
 
 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Fbices,—-R, J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. 
 
 Men were deceivers ever 3 
 One foot in sea, and one on share, 
 
 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 
 
 To hey, nony, nony. Shakspear 
 
 Single, Birchall's.— Pitto Chappeirs. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Voices, — ^Dr. Arne. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Sweet Muse ! inspire thy suppliant bard, 
 Heroic ardour to record. 
 In vain the fervent pray*r I move. 
 Hark ! ev'ry echo whispers Love ! 
 m 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, 
 
 Warren, No. 15, p. 1 .— Clementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 541. 
 Convito, p. 474. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 roece^.— S. Webbe.— Pme, 1788. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Swiftly from the mountain's brow. 
 Shadows nurs'd by night, retire 1 
 And the peeping sun-beams now 
 Paint with gold the village spire* 
 
 Sweet, O sweet ! the warbling throng 
 On the white emblossom'd spray 5 
 
 Nature's universal song 
 
 Echoes to the rising day. Cunmngham^ 
 
 Warren, No. 21, p. 52.— Single, Chappell's.— Convito, p. 136. 
 
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 GLEE for AFoices.^S, Webbe. 
 
 [ (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 Since harmony deigns with her votaries 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 Id Poean repeatedly sing. 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.^T. Ford, 1620. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Since first I saw your face I resolv'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 1 my heart is fast. 
 
 And cannot disentangle. 
 
 That sun whose beams most glorious are, 
 
 Rejecteth no beholder. 
 And your sweet beauty past compare, 
 
 Made my poor eyes the bolder. 
 
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 Where beauty moves, and wit delights. 
 
 And signs of kindness bind me ; 
 There, O there ! where'er I go, 
 1*11 leave my heart behind me. 
 Con^to, p. 348. — Single, Argyll Rooms. — Ditto, Chappeirs. 
 Warren, No. 25, p. 20. 
 
 GLEE fw 4 Voices,-— ^^ Horsley. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 would ride. 
 
 Have you seen but a bright lilly grow. 
 Before rude hands have pluck' d 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 ? 
 
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 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 vrhite ! O so soft 1 O so sweet is she ! 
 
 Ben Jonson. 
 2nd Collection, p. 7.— Single, Birchall.— Bland, vol. 6, p. 693. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices,'—C, S. Evans. 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten?, and Base.) 
 Say, mighty Love, and teach my 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 light' ning 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 3 
 Bright Venus on her rolling throne. 
 Is drawn by gentlest birds alone^ 
 
 And Cupid's yoke the doves. — Dr. Watts, 
 Evans's book, p. 8.— Clementi. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Voices.— 5, S. Smith. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Sleep, sleep, poor youth ! sleep, sleep in peace ! 
 
 Relieved from love, and mortal care \ 
 Whilst we that pine in life's disease, 
 
 Uncertain blest, less happy are. 
 
 Couched in the dark and dismal grave, 
 
 No ills of fate thou now canst fear 5 
 In vain would tyrant power enslave, 
 
 Or scornful beauty be severe. 
 
 Wars that do fatal storms disperse, 
 
 Far from thy happy mansions keep 5 
 Earthquakes that shake the universe. 
 
 Can't rock thee into sounder sleep. 
 
 Past is the fear of future doubt. 
 
 The suu is from the dial gone ; 
 The sands are sunk, the glass is out. 
 The folly of the farce is done. 
 
 Tom Durfeys Pills to Purge Melancholy* 
 Warren, Nq. U, p. 32. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Voices, — R, J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 
 '* Some of my heroes are low," I hear the sound of death 
 
 on the harp. Bid the sorrow rise; that their spirits 
 
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 may fly with joy to Morven's woody hills ; ^"^ bend for- 
 ward from your clouds," ghosts of my fathers ! bend ! 
 Lay by 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 ! Obsian» 
 
 Single, Preston. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices,— 5. Danby. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Sweet thrush ! that makes the vernal year 
 
 Sweeter than Flora can appear 5 
 
 As Philomel attends thy lay. 
 
 She envies the return of day. 
 
 The tuneftd lyre and swelling flute. 
 
 At thy rich warbling shall be mute 5 
 
 Vocal Minstrel 1 thy soft lay 
 
 Treasures up, and ends the May : 
 
 Hark ! how the blackbird woos his love. 
 
 The skiird musician of the grove 5 
 
 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. 
 
 Single, Birchall.— Warren, No. 22, p. 38. 
 
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 MASONIC GLEE /or 3 Voices.-^J, Parry. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 H Ai L to the craft, which hath for ages stood 
 The taunts of envy, and the threats of pow'r. 
 In friendship firm, obedient to the laws. 
 The Mason stands the patriot and the man ! 
 When meek-eyed Pity doth for aid implore. 
 His heart expands, she never pleads in vain ! 
 The needy' s call, he freely will obey. 
 And share the gifts that heav'n on him bestows. 
 
 t/. Parry, 
 
 Golding, single. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices, — Wm. Linley, Esq. 
 
 (2 Trebles, and Base.) 
 Sweet Echo ! sleeps thy vocal shell. 
 Where the high arch o'erhangs the dell 5 
 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 tortur'd 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. 
 
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 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, 
 
 Concentores book, p. 47. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.-^J. S. Smith. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 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 betray'd. 
 My wand' ring nymph out of the shade j 
 Oh ! woe is me ! I am undone. 
 For, in the shade, she was my sun. 
 
 The pink, the violet, and the rose. 
 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. 
 
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 *0h ! 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, 
 
 Warren, No. 11, p. 10. 
 ♦ This Verse not iii the Glee. 
 
 ENJOYMENT. 
 
 CANZONETTE.— S. Webbe. 
 
 (Ten. and Base.) 
 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 : 
 What is past I know too well ; 
 What is future, who can tell ? 
 Teazing Care, then set me free. 
 What have 1 to do with thee ? 
 * All my short liv'd hours shall shine 
 Thus repleat with mirth and wine. 
 
 From Anacreon, by Fmvkes, 
 
 Webbe's 4th book, p. 46. — Convito, p. 412. 
 • Ere I die, for die I must. 
 Ere this body turns to dust. 
 Altered by Webbe. 
 
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 AN ODE TO SPRING. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — R. Spofforth. — Prize, 1793. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 See, 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 : 
 Nor, as of late, with languid light. 
 Struggles to break the shades of night j 
 But sheds profuse her animating powers 
 And from their wintry sleep awakes the blushing fiowr's. 
 Poetical Essays, 2^uh, hy J, Ridley, 1771 
 
 Vocal Harmony, Cleroenti, p, 651. — Warren, No. 32, p. 48. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 5 Voices,— Zomn Wilbye.— 1609. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 Mellisuvia's lip. 
 There may ye revel in ambrosian cheer ; 
 
 Where smiling roses, and sweet lilies sit. 
 Keeping their spring-tide graces all the year. 
 
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 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 5 ah, then you die ! 
 
 Hawes. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices, — Harmonized by Wm. Knyvett, 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 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 braes. 
 
 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 
 
 X 2 
 
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 We twa hae' paidlet in the burn, 
 
 Frae morning sun till dine. 
 And we'll tak' a cup of kindness yet, 
 
 For auld Lang Syne. 
 Chorus. 
 For auld Lang Syne, my dear, &c. 
 
 Frmn an old MS, in G, Thompson's 
 Possession, — See Scotch So?igs. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 6 Foto.— Luca Marenzio. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 So 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 tumeth, 
 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 Transalpina, 1599. 
 Hawes. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices^ — ^Dr. Cooke. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Sweet nymph ! for thee I twin'd those flowr*s. 
 
 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 Mu^es, to my aid. 
 
 Breathe tender notes, my voice inspire ! 
 
 For music may obtain the maid. 
 And melt her heart in soft desire. Griffiths. 
 
 Dr. Cooke's book. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Fbece^.—Dr. Cooke, 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Stay, lovely Laura ! let us sit and play, 
 While Phoebus hurries on the sultry day. 
 Let us the whisp'ring 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. 
 
 Alderman Birch. 
 
 Warren, No. 31, p. 42. 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Voices.-^R, J. S. Stavens. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Send back my long-stray 'd eyes to me, 
 Which, oh ! too long have dwelt on thee j 
 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 nooe of mine. 
 
 Suckling, — Altered hy Dr, Donne, 
 Book 4th, p. 6. 
 
 THE SHEPHERD S RESOLUTION, 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,— C, S. Evans, 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 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 shee think not well of mee. 
 What care I howe fayre shee bee. 
 
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 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 ; 
 If shee 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, 
 
 Evans's book, p. 21. — Clementi. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices. 
 Dr. Callcott.— PWze, 1792. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 I 
 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 5 
 
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 Happier far than men below. 
 
 Now with sparkling wine we glow : 
 
 Happier still our lot shall be, 
 
 Blest with these and Liberty, Di\ Callcott. 
 
 Vocal Harmony, Clementi. — p. 628. 
 The above set by Webbe, also, for 4 Voices. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 6 Foices. —Wilbye, 1609. 
 (2 Treble, 2 Cons. Tens, and Base ) 
 
 Stay, Corydon, thou swain, 
 
 Talk not so soon of dying, 
 What tho' thy heart be slain. 
 
 What tho' thy love be flying ; 
 She threatens thee, but dares not strike. 
 Thy nymph is light and shadow like 5 
 For if thou follow her. 
 
 She'll fly from thee. 
 But if thou fly from her. 
 She'll follow thee. 
 
 Hawes. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Voices, — C.Smith, 
 (Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Spring returns with aspect mild, 
 Violets crown'd her loveliest child 5 
 Now again the ruddy thorn. 
 Glitters with the dew of morn. 
 
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 Buzzing round sweet cowslip bells, 
 
 Bees suck nectar from their cells ; 
 
 The vivid flash from beauty's 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 opening spring ! 
 
 While Cupid's arrow flutters from its wing. 
 
 Mr, Latham, 
 Single, Bii-chall's. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Foices.—R, J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 j 
 
 It is not for me to explain. 
 How fair and how fickle they be. 
 
 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. 
 
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 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* 
 
 Book 4th, p. 19. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Rt. Cookb, 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base. J 
 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 my 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. 
 
 Rt. Cooke's Book, p. 13.— Single, Birchall. 
 
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 MADRIGAL /or 5 roic^5.— J. Bennet, 1590. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 So gracious is thy sweet self, so fair, so framed, 
 That whoso sees thee, without a heart enflamed, 
 Either he lives not. 
 Or Love's delight he knows not. 
 Hawes. 
 
 ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — W. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 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 oh spring thy wand'ring flight's 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, 
 Clementi*s Vocal Harmony, p. 115. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices. — Rt. Cooke. 
 
 (Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Some feelings are to mortals given, 
 With less of earth in them than heaven ; 
 
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 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. 
 
 ^. Scott's Lady of the Lake, 
 
 Single, Birchall's 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Fo/ce^.— T. Wklsh. 
 
 Soft and sweet, yon blushing rose. 
 In the dancing sun-beam glows j 
 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 ! 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Foices. 
 
 Harmonized by Mr. Grbatorex. — ^Air by Dan by. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 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. W, Scott, 
 
 Single, Birchall's. 
 
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 GLEE for 5 rozce^.— 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 evening 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 earthly 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. 
 
 ROUND /or 3 Fo2ce5.--T. Attwood. 
 
 See ! o'er hills the mists retire. 
 
 And stronger grow the beams of day ; 
 
 Mark ! how the flocks wind o'er their brow. 
 In vain to shun the scorching ray. 
 
 Homeward we trudge — with grateful breast. 
 
 And wish our bleeding land at rest. 
 
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 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 and souls of glee. 
 Merry peasants we will be 1 
 
 We the purest love can find — 
 Faithful vows as well as kind : 
 Lightly then trip life away. 
 Singing lovers sweet roundelay : 
 Nature wills we should be free. 
 Merry peasants we will be ! 
 
 Aid* S, Birch, Esq, 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 5 ro^'ce^.— Giovanni Fjjirettt, 1580. 
 
 (Treble, Com 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 SiAT 'avertiti, O ! voi cortesi amanti, 
 Se volet alle donn* esser voi can, 
 Habbiate pur in man spesso dannari, 
 Hawes. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.-^R. J. S. Stevens.— Pn2;e, 1782. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 See what horrid tempests rise. 
 And contract the clouded skies ! 
 Snows and showers fill the air. 
 And bring down the atmosphere: 
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 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, 
 
 Preston's. — Warren, No. 21, p. 27. — ^Vocal Harmony, 
 Clementi, p. 399. 
 
 HARMONISTS GLEE* /or 3 Fbices and Chorus. 
 R. J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Con, Ten. and Base.) 
 Sober lay and mirthful glee. 
 Harmony belong to thee 1 
 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 I: 
 
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 Thou can'st sheath the crimson steel, 
 Bid the soul for others feel ; 
 Cupids, as they wanton round, 
 In thy fragrant wreaths are bound 5 
 Hymen's torch of hallow'd light 
 Draws from thee its lustre bright : 
 Friendship's transports spring from thee, 
 Sister sweet of Sympathy 1 
 Goddess ! at this festive hour. 
 Rich libations will we pour 
 
 Of rosy wine I 
 
 O descend, angelic maid I 
 In celestial white array*d. 
 With tresses fair, which might become 
 The proudest threads of Pallas' loom ; 
 In thy olive chaplet twin'd. 
 Flowing gracefully behind. 
 Sweetly sound thy silver Ijrre ! 
 Touch the chord ! thy sons inspire ! 
 Goddess I at this festive hour. 
 Rich libations will we pour 
 
 Of rosy wine. 
 Alderman Samuel Birch , Esq, 
 
 Single, BirchalU 
 This is invariably the fii'st Glee sung after Non nobis Domine. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Voices,— 'S^u. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Slow ! slow, fresh font ! keep time with my salt tears; 
 
 Yet slower yet, O faintly gentle springs ; 
 List to the heavy part the music bears. 
 
 Woe weeps out her division, when she sings. 
 Droop herbs, and flow'rs, 
 Fall grief in show'rs. 
 Our beauty is not our's. 
 O ! could I still. 
 
 Like melting snow. 
 Upon some craggy hill. 
 Fall down ; 
 Since Nature's pride is now, a withered daffodil. 
 
 Ben Jonson*^ 
 
 3rd Collection, Birchall, p. 20.— Convito, p. 274. 
 * Cynthias Revells, acted by the Children of the Chapel, 1600. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — Harmonized by J. Mazzinghi. 
 Kecitative. 
 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 measur'd frame. 
 The minstrel verse spontaneous came. 
 
247 
 
 Gleb. 
 
 Huntsman rest, thy chase is done, 
 
 While our slumberous spells assail ye 3 
 Dream not with the rising sun, 
 
 Bugles here shall sound reveillie. 
 Sleep ! the deer is in his den 5 
 
 Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; 
 Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, 
 
 How thy gallant steed lays dying. 
 
 Walter Scott, Esq. 
 Goulding's. 
 
 K 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Foices.—W. HoasLEy, M.B. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 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 ? 
 
 Drayton's Seventh Eclogue, 
 
 2d Collection, p. 23, Birchall. 
 
248 
 
 GLEE /or 3 ^ic^5.— Travers. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Soft Cupid, wanton amorous boy 1 
 The other day, mov*d with my lyre ; 
 
 In flattering accents spoke his joy. 
 And utter'd thus his fond desire : 
 
 *^ O raise thy voice ! one song I ask, 
 ^^ Touch then th' harmonious string y 
 
 ^^ 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 replied, ^ thou know'st alone, 
 ' That brightest Chloe rules my breast ; 
 
 * 1*11 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 promised me success y 
 
 ' I play'd with all my skill and power, 
 ^ My glowing passion to express. 
 
 * But O my Chloe, beauteous maid ! 
 
 ^ Wilt thou the wish'd reward bestow y 
 
 * Wilt thou make good what Love has said, 
 
 * And by thy grant his power shew ? 
 
 Matt, Prior, 
 Single Birchall.— Ditto, Chappell's. — Convito, p. 332. 
 
249 
 
 ADDRESS TO THE NIGHTINGALE. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Fmces.^^^. Hawes. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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. 
 Argyll Rooms. 
 
 THE WREATH. 
 
 PASTORAL GLEE /or 3 roece^.— Massing hi, 
 
 (2 Trebles, and Base.) 
 
 Tell me, shepherds, have you seen 
 
 My Flora pass this way ? 
 In shape and feature, Beauty's queen, 
 
 In pastoral array. 
 
 A wreath around her head she wore j 
 
 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. 
 Single, Golding's. 
 
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 MADRIGAL /or 5 Fbices.-^OR. Gibbons.* 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 The silver swan, who living had no note. 
 When death approached, 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, 
 
 Convito, p. 313.— Single, Birchall.— Warren, No. 1, p. 18. 
 ♦ And 3 Voices, by Mr. John Smith — ^Playford's Musical Compa- 
 nion, 1673 J — and for 3 Voices, by Gibbons, in Playford, as above. 
 Mr. Gore has one of Orlando Gibbons' Teeth. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 3 roice^.— Weelkes, 1600. 
 
 (Cod. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 5 
 The cuckoo is the bird that bears the bell. 
 
 Single, Birchall.— WaiTen, No, 3. p. 22.— Convito, p. 472. 
 
251 
 
 GLEE for 4 roice*.— S. Webbb. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 The mighty conqueror of hearts. 
 
 His pow'r I here deny 5 
 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. — aS^. Wehhe, 
 
 Single, Birchall. — dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 305.— 
 Convito, p. 52. 
 
 GLEE for 3 V6ices,"^5. Bat^ by. ^Medal, 1788. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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. 
 
 Clementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 442. — Single, Birchall,— Wai'ren, 
 No. 25, p. 46.— Convito, p. 20. 
 
252 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices.-^Br. Gallcott.* 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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. — Grai/, 
 
 Single, Birchall. — Convito, p. 86. 
 
 • And Duet by Dr. Cooke. 
 
 Judge Hardinge recommended the above Poetry to Dr. Callcott, 
 Dr. Cooke, and Mr. Danby, at the same time, and with such an 
 air of mystery, and with so much injunction to secresy, that each 
 supposed himself the favored person selected to compose the music 
 to the words : when the artifice was discovered, Danby became very 
 ^ngry, and would not produce his manuscript. It is probable he 
 destroyed it, as it is not among his Collection of Glees.— Dr. Call' 
 cotVs Book by Horsley, Preface, p. 14. 
 
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 CANZONETTE.— S, Webbe. 
 
 (Ten. and Base.) 
 There, behold the mighty bowl ! 
 Now ril quench my thirsty soul : 
 Richest fragrance flows around. 
 All my cares shall here be drown'd. 
 Hail, great Bacchus ! pow'r divine, 
 These^ and such like gifts are thine ^ 
 Of thy praise our song shall be. 
 While we thus are blest by thee. 
 
 Webbers 4th book, p. 44. — Convito, p. 96. 
 
 ROUND for 3 Voices.--^, Webbe. 
 
 To 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. 
 Ben Jonson, in the metamorphosed Gypsiest 
 Convito, p, 199.— Single, Birchall.— -Warren, No. 13, p. 23. 
 
 LOVE ECSTATIC, 
 
 GLEE for 5 V6ices,'—R, J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (2 Cons. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 To be gazing on those charms. 
 To enfold thee in these arms, 
 z 
 
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 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 heavenly 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.* 
 
 Stevens's book. Single. 
 
 GLASS. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices.^S, Webbe, 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 The gods of wine, and wit, and love prepare. 
 With cheerful bowls to celebrate the fair ; 
 Love is enjoined to name his fav'rite toast. 
 And Hare*s the goddess that delights him most : 
 Phoebus approves, and bids the trumpets sound. 
 And Bacchus, in a bumper, puts it round. 
 
 Altered from Lord Lansdowne, by the Co7nposer, 
 
 Single, Birchall's. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 roice^.— S. Webbb, 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Thy voice, O Harmony ! 'vnth 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 vanquish*d 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 5 
 
 Around the radiant sphere of central fire, 
 
 A never ceasing, never silent choir. Congreve. 
 
 Single, Birchall. — dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 299.— 
 Convito, p. 1. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices, — R. Spofporth.* 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 And for 3 Foices-^S, WEBBE.f 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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, 
 z2 
 
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 Clilpe, Strephon, Corydon, 
 All are fled, and all are gone ; 
 What is left's not worth your stay. 
 Come, Aurelia, come away. 
 
 Come, Aurelia, come and see 
 What a seat I have for thee ; 
 But the seat you cannot see, 
 "Tis so hid with jessamy 5 
 
 So that I think you'd pause an hour. 
 Whether it were an house or bow'r 5 
 Let us there be blithe and gay. 
 Come, Aurelia, come away. 
 
 Come with all thy sweetest smiles, 
 With thy graces, with thy wiles 1 
 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. 
 
 * Preston's. 
 
 t 3rd Collection, p. 11. 
 
257 
 
 ROUND /or 4 Foices,--^. Webbe. 
 
 The bee voluptuous roves from bloom to bloom, 
 Delicious sweets from ev'ry floweret sips j 
 
 But the inconstant would no longer roam, 
 Should he once light on Lucy's balmy lips. 
 
 Translated from the Chinese, 
 
 Professional Collection, p. 18, 
 
 MADRIGAL for 8 Foices.-^S, Webbe. 
 (2 Trebles, 2 Cons. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 To Love, I wake the silver string. 
 And of his soft dominion sing 5 
 A wreath of flow'ra adorns his brow. 
 The sweetest, fairest flow'rs that blow 5 
 All mortals own his mighty sway. 
 And him the gods above obey. Anacreon, 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices,^S Webbe. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 The girl that I love is as mild as Aurora, 
 Discreet as Minerva, and youthful as Flora ; 
 Rejoiced at her presence, fond nature looks gay. 
 The trees bow their heads on each side of her way, 
 
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 The flow*rs 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. 
 
 Webbed 7th feook. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices.^C. S. Evans. 
 
 (Treble, Corx. Ten. and Base. * 
 
 The fairy beam upon you. 
 The stars do glisten on you 5 
 
 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 bu-d of day. 
 And the luckier lot betide you. — Ben Jonsoth, 
 
 Evans's book, p. 25. — Clementi, 
 
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 OLEE for 5 Voices, --K. J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Con. 3 Tens, and Base.) 
 Thy form has a resistless grace. 
 And gladness is thy resting place ; 
 
 Ah, soft enslaver of our minds ! 
 'Tis from thy magic tenderness. 
 When that fair hand I 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 time, ;, 
 Thy step, majestic to the view. 
 All with delight my soul surprize. 
 
 From the Persic of Hafez^ by Mr, Nott, 
 5th Collection, p. 17, — ^Preston. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices.—Dr, Callcott.— Pmc, 1791. 
 
 .(Con. *2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 TaiuMiPHANT Love, with roseate garlands crowii^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. 
 
 Br, Callcott, 
 Dr. Callcott's book by Horsley, p. 48. — Birchall. — Clementi's Vocal 
 Harmony, p. *600. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Foices.-^W. Horslky, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 TouRNB 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 banke, 
 Pereynge ynne the streme belowe j 
 
 Here we*lle sytte ynne dewre danke, 
 Tourne thee Alyce doe notte goe. 
 
 Lette us seate us bie this tree, 
 
 Laughe and synge to lovyinge ay res 5 
 Comme and doe notte coyen bee. 
 Nature made all thynges bie payers. 
 
 MynstreVs Song in JEllia, 
 1st Collection, Birchall, p. 24. 
 
 EPITAPH ON SHAKSPEARE IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY, 
 
 GLEE for 6 Voices. 
 
 Composed at the request of John Relph, M.D. 
 by R. J. S. Stevens. 
 (2 Cons. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 The cloud cap*t towers ! 
 The gorgeous palaces ! 
 The solemn temples ! 
 
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 The great globe itself ! 
 
 Yea, all which it inherit, 
 
 Shall dissolve ! 
 
 And, like the baseless fabric of a vision. 
 
 Leave not a wreck behind ! — Sliakspeare^ 
 
 5th Collection p. 27, Preston. 
 Efifect was all intended by the Composer. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices,-^W. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 The Cyprian bird, with plaintive moan, 
 Still makes her faithful passion known j 
 Still Zeph'rus breathes on Flora's bow'rs. 
 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. 
 
 Mrs* SheridaUi 
 1st Collection, Birchall, p. 1. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Foices,-^S. Webbe* 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 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. 
 
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 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. 
 
 Webbe's 9th book, p. 22. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. 
 Harmonized by Wm. Hawes. — Air by Wm. Rkeyk. 
 Also for 4 Voices, — Wm. Knyvbtt. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 The rose of the valley in spring time was gay, 
 But the rose of the valley it withered away ; 
 The swains all admir'd it, its praises repeat. 
 An 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. 
 By the rose of the valley I picture my heart ; 
 The sun of content cheer* d the morn of its birth, 
 By innocence rendered a heaven on earth ; 
 But virtue and peace left the spot well-a-day. 
 And the rose of the valley it wither'd away. 
 
 Charles Dibdin. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 GLEE f(yr 3 Voices.-^U. P. King, 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 The owl is out in yonder tree, 
 She sits in sullen majesty 5 
 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. 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Totce^.^W. Hawes. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 The old shepherd's dog like his master was grey, 
 His teeth all departed and feeble his tongue ; 
 
 Yet where'er Corin went he was follow'd by Tray, 
 Thus happy thro' life did they hobble along. 
 
 When fatigued o\\ the grass the shepherd would lie, 
 For a nap in the sun, 'midst his slumbers so sweet ; 
 
 His faithful companion crawl'd constantly nigh, 
 Plac'd his head on his lap or lay down at his feet. 
 
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 When winter was heard on the hill and the plain, 
 And torrents descended and cold was the wind ; 
 
 If Corin went forth 'mid the tempest 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, beside my old friend. 
 
 Peter Pindar, 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices.—S, Webbe. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 anxities in wine. — Anacreon, 
 
 Single, Birchall Webbe's 2d book, p. 2. 
 
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 GLEE for 5 Voices, — Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 Thou art beautiful, queen of the valley ! 
 Thy walls like silver sparkle to the sun j 
 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 Southep^ 
 
 Dr. Callcott's 2d Vol. by Horsley, p. 81.— Single, Birchall. 
 
 DUET.— Sir J. Stevenson. 
 
 (Ten and Base.) 
 GLEE for 4 Foices, — ^Dr. Arne. 
 
 Tell 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, h^M^^Shakspeare. 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
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 SONG AND TRIO, 
 In the Duenna.— Thos. Linley. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 This bottle's the sun of our table, 
 
 His beams are rosy wine 5 
 We— planets that are not able 
 
 Without his help to shine. 
 
 Let mirth and glee abound ! . 
 
 You'll soon grow bright 
 
 With boiTow'd light, 
 And shine as he goes round. 
 
 22. B. Sheridan^ Esq. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices-— "Du Callcott, 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 To all you ladies now at land. 
 
 We men at sea indite 5 
 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. 
 
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 In justice you cannot refuse, 
 
 To think of our distress ; 
 When we, for hopes of honour, lose 
 
 Our certain happiness 5 
 All these designs are but to prove 
 Ourselves more worthy of your love. 
 Withafal,lal,lal, lal,la. 
 
 And now weVe told you all our loves, 
 
 And likewise all our fears 5 
 In hopes this declaration moves 
 
 Some pity for our tears 5 
 Let's hear of no inconstancy. 
 We have enough of that at sea. 
 With a fal, lal, lal, lal, la. 
 TFritten at Sea, in the first Dutch JVar, 
 the Night before an Engagemeyitj 
 hy the Earl of Dorset, 1(565. 
 Single, Birchall, 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices.—S, Webbb. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 To wipe the tear frow 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 ; 
 2a2 
 
268 
 
 Untold, by sympathy to find, 
 The struggles of a virtuous mind* 
 To few, alas ! this skill is given. 
 For 'tis the favorite gift of heaven. 
 Warren^ No. 27, p. 8. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices.— -J. Danby.— -Pme, 17B5. 
 
 (Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 The nightingale, who tunes her warbling notes so sweet, 
 'Midst flow'rs ne'er presumes to fix her mournful seat ! 
 Melodiously she sings while hawthorns pierce her breast 
 Her voice sweet echo rings, and nature lulls to rest. 
 
 Warren, No, 24, p. 34. — King's book, p. 34. — Clementi's Vocal 
 Harmony, p. 484. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — J. Battishill, 
 
 j^nd 4 Voices — T. Welch. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 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 : 
 Sceptre and crown 
 Must tumble down. 
 And in the dust be equal made. 
 With the poor crooked scythe and spade. 
 
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 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 murmuring 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 5 
 All heads must come, 
 To the cold tomb : 
 Only the actions of the just. 
 Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust. 
 
 James Shirly, 
 
 Battishill's book. — 3 Voices by Edw. Coleman, Playford's 
 Musical Companion, 1673. 
 
 These fine moral stanzas were originally intended for a solemn fu- 
 neral 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. 
 
 2a3 
 
270 
 
 GLEE for 4 Toice^.—WM. Horslby, M.B * 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 SONG— by Dr. CARNABY.f 
 
 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 mein. 
 And, mindful of the past, employ 
 Memory, bosom-spring of joy. 
 
 S, T, Coleridge^ Esq, — in the Comic Opera 
 of " Love in a Village** 
 * 2nd Collection, p, 1. f Birchall, Single. 
 
 ANOTHER OF ASTROPHELL. 
 
 MADRIGAL for 3 Fozce^.— Bateson, 1604. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Con.) 
 The nightingale so soone as April bringeth 
 Vnto her rested sense a perfect waking: 
 While late bare Earth, proud of new clothing springeth, 
 Sings out her woes, a thorne her song-booke making. 
 
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 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 plaintfuU sadnes. 
 Thine earth now springs, mine fadcth : 
 Thy throne without, my thorn e my hart invadeth. 
 
 England's Helicon, p, 194. — Sir Phil, Sidney/. 
 
 Hawes. 
 
 • The whole of the above has not been set, but the Editor, having 
 the verse complete, thought it right to print it. 
 
 DUETT.— William Jackson. 
 
 (2 Trebles.; 
 Time has not thinn'd my flowing hair. 
 
 Nor bent me with his iron hand j 
 Ah ! why so soon the blossom tear, 
 
 Ere autumn yet the fruit demand ? 
 Let me enjoy the cheerful day, 
 
 Till many a year has o'er me roll'd ; 
 Pieas'd let me trifle life away, 
 
 And sing of love ere I grow old. — Hammond, 
 
 Single Birchairs. — Ditto, Chappell's. — Convito, p. l/i?* 
 
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 GLEE /or 5 Foices. — J. Danby. 
 
 'Tis 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 5 
 
 All immolested 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 listening stars, and fill the lonely plains. 
 
 DUET.— H. PURCELL. 
 IN BONDUCA. 
 
 (Ten. and Base.) 
 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 Druids' songs, 
 
 Beaumont and Fletcher* — 1647. 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Foices,'-^, Jenner^ A.M. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 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 ; 
 Tm sure true love was not his end, 
 
 Not such a love as mine. 
 
 Warren, No. 10, p. 34. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Foices.—J. S. Smith. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 DUET. — William 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 sealed in vain. 
 
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 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. 
 Warren, No. 20, p. 48. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices. --'Dv. Nares.— Pme, 1770. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base) 
 
 To all lovers of harmony take off 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. 
 
 Warren, No. 9, p. 1. — ClementiWocal Harmony, p. 120. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Foice^.— Wm. Horslev, M. B. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 The cup of the tulip, with wine is replete. 
 
 Come, my boy, let thy ofl&ce begin ; 
 How many more scruples and doubts must we meet ? 
 To be longer severe were a sin. 
 
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 Break instantly forth from this pride and this scorn, 
 For what more would old Time wish to know 5 
 
 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, 
 3d Collection, Birchall, p. 61. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 roice*.— Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 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 His 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. — L, Hunt, Esq. 
 
 In Imitation of Sir J, Suckling. 
 3d Collection, Birchall, p. 60. 
 
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 THE MYSTIC BOWER. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Fbices,--DT, Boyce. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 'Tis on earth the greatest blessing, 
 When the mirth inspiring bowl, 
 JoinM 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. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices,— -T, Attwood. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 To all that breathe the air of heav'n. 
 Some boon of strength has Nature giv'n ; 
 When the majestic bull was bom, 
 She fenced his brow with wreathed horn, 
 She arm'd the courser's foot of air. 
 And wing'd, with speed, the panting hare. 
 
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 She gave the lion fangs of terror. 
 And in the ocean* s crystal mirror. 
 Taught th' unnumbered 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 ^nacreon, 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 58. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.-^RT, Cooke. 
 
 The 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 epibalm'd in tears. 
 O wilding rose ! whom fancy thus endears, 
 
 I bid thy blossoms in my bonnet wave. 
 Emblem of hope and love thro' future years. 
 
 fTalter Scoti, Esq. 
 2b 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Fo{ces,-^S. Paxton. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 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, 
 Mounifully sad, and pours her soul away : 
 Renewing still her lamentable song, 
 While thro' the woods and vales the murmurs die along. 
 
 Translated from Virgil. 
 
 Warren, No. 22, p. 13.— Convito, p. 196. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — J. Battishill. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Underneath this myrtle shade. 
 On flow'ry beds supinely laid. 
 With od'rous oils my head overflowing. 
 And around it roses growing, 
 What should I do but drink away 
 The heat and troubles of the day ? 
 In 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. 
 
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 Crown me with roses whilst I live, 
 Now your wines and ointments give 3 
 After death I nothing crave, 
 Let me alive my pleasures have. 
 All are stoics in the grave. 
 
 Con^dto, p. 22. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,— ^x, Cooke. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 displayed. 
 
 Springing flower or warbling bird. 
 Still are emblems of her choice 5 
 
 Her breath is to the first preferr'd. 
 To the last her charming voice. 
 King's book, p. 39. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — ^T. Attwood. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 Virtue, my Emma, is a gem. 
 The mind's pellucid diadem ; 
 To fellbw mortals kindly giv'n, 
 A foretaste and a type of heav'n. 
 2b2 
 
 } 
 
 Coivley'» 
 
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 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. 
 
 Single, MoDzani. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.--C. S. Evans. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 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 fiU'd with sack, 
 
 Up to the sparkling brim ; 
 Vast toasts on the delicious lake. 
 
 Like ships, at sea, may swim. 
 
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 Carve me thereon a spreading vine, 
 
 Then add two lovely boys : 
 Their limbs in am'rous folds entwine. 
 
 The type of future joys. 
 
 Cupid and Bacchus my gods are. 
 May drink and love still reign ; 
 With wine Til wash away my care, 
 And then to love again. 
 
 From Anacreon, hy the Earl of 
 Rochester, see Ritson, 
 Evans's book, p. 28. — Clementi. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices,— S. Webbb. 
 
 (Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 When Nature form'd that angel face. 
 She lavish^ all her store ) 
 Be this, she cry'd, my master-piece. 
 
 Kneel, mortals, and adore. 
 Webbe's 5th book, p. 20.— Convito, p. 445. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices,— Dv. Callcott. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 When Arthur first in court began. 
 To wear long hanging sleeves : 
 He entertain'd three serving men. 
 And all of them were thieves. 
 3b3 
 
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 The first he was an Irishman, 
 
 The second was a Scot, 
 The third he was a Welchman, 
 
 And all were 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. 
 
 Single, Birchall's 
 
 GLEE for 3 Fmce^.—BAiLDON.— Jfecfe/, 1766. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 When gay Bacchus fills my breast, 
 All my cares are lull'd to rest 5 
 Rich I seem as Lydia's king. 
 Merry catch, or ballad sing : 
 Ivy wreaths my temples shade. 
 Ivy, that will never fade 5 
 Thus I sit in mind elate. 
 Laughing at the farce of state \ 
 
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 Some delight in fighting fields, 
 Nobler transports Bacchus yields ; 
 Fill the bowl, I ever said, 
 'Tis better to lie drunk than dead. 
 
 2Qth Ode of Anacreon, by Fawkes. 
 
 Single, Birchall. — ^Warren, No. 5. p. 14. — dementi's Vocal 
 Harmony, p. 53. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Foices.-^J, Danby.— i^fecfa^, 1781. 
 (Con, Ten. and Base.) 
 When 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 vocal lay. 
 The captive soul was charmed away. — Smollett, 
 
 Single, Birchall. — Warren, No. 20, p. 4. — dementi's Vocal 
 Harmony, p. 375. — Single, diappelFs, — Convito, p. 157- 
 
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 MADRIGAL for 5 rotce^.— T. Weelkes.— 1608. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Welcome, sweet pleasure, 
 My wealth and 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. 
 
 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» 
 
 Single, Birchall. — Convito, p. 50. 
 
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 MADRIGAL /or 5 Foice .— G. Converso.— 1580. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 When 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. 
 
 Convito, p. 12. — Single, Birchall. — ^Warren, No. 14, p. 23. 
 
 A SONG. 
 
 GLEE f(yr 4 Voices,-^S. Webbe. 
 <Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Wanton 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 ; 
 
 All the torments that I 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. 
 
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 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. 
 
 Poems by John TFhaley, Fellow of King's 
 College, Cambridge. London^ pub, 1732. 
 
 Webbe's book, p. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices.^i. S. Smith. --Jfec/a/, 1776. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 While fools their time 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 Ijrre, 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. 
 
 Po2)e*s Homer's Illiad, 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 270. — Single, Birchall. — Ditto, 
 Chappell's. —Warren, No. 15, p. 18.— Convito, p. 241 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Voices, — Ravenscroft. — 1614. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 We 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. 
 Single, Birchall.— Warren, No. 12, p. 16.— Convito, p. ^59. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Foices,—S. Webbe. 
 (Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 When 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 ; 
 
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 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 ease, what transport, in each face is seen ! 
 The heavens look bright, the air and sea serene : 
 For ev'ry plaint we hear a joyful strain 
 To Him, whose pow'r unbounded rules the main. 
 
 Convito, p. 29. — Single, Birchall. — Clementi's Vocal Harmony, 
 p. 226.— Warren, No. 23, p. 13. 
 
 Written after a Storm at Sea. 
 
 The Editor has heen informed, that the poetry of the above Glee, 
 is a versification, by Mr. Gosling,* on the words of an anthem com- 
 posed by Henry Purcell, at his request, on the miraculous escape of 
 himself. King Charles the Second, the Duke of York, and many 
 others, as follows : — 
 
 The King had given orders for building a yacht, which, as soon 
 as it was finished, he named the Fubbs, in honour of the Duchess 
 of Portsmouth, who was, we may suppose, in her person, full and 
 plump. Soon after the vessel was launched, the King made a party 
 to sail in this yacht down the river, and round the Kentish Coast, 
 and to keep up the mirth and good humour of the company, Mr. 
 Gosling was requested to be of the party ; they had not got as low 
 as the North Foreland, when a violent storm arose, during which, 
 • One of the Oentlemcn of the Chapels Royal. 
 
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 the King, the Duke of York> Mr. Gosling, and the rest of the com- 
 pany, were necessitated, in order to save the vessel, to hand the 
 sails, and work like common seamen. By good providence, they 
 escaped safe to land -, but the horror of the scene, and the distress 
 they were in, made such an impression on the mind of Mr. Gosling, 
 which was never effaced. Struck with a just sense of the deliver- 
 ance from what he had lately viewed, upon his return to London, 
 he selected from the Psalms, those words which declare the won- 
 ders and terrors of the deep,* and gave them to Purcell to com- 
 pose as an anthem, which he did, adapting it peculiarly to the com- 
 pass of Mr. Gosling's voice. The King did not live to hear it, 
 
 * They that go down to the sea in ships ; 
 Th€S« men sec the works of the Lord and his wonders in the deep ; 
 For at his word the stormy wind ariseth, which liftelh up the waves thereof, Ice. 
 
 Psalm 107, Ferse 23 to Ferse 30.— See Dr. Boyct^t 3d F«l. p. 369' 
 
 ODE for 3 roices.^Dr, Arne. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 SONG hi/ Mr. HooR. 
 
 When Britain on her sea-girt shore. 
 Her ancient Druids erst addrest ; 
 
 * What aid, (she cryM) shall I implore ? 
 
 * What best defence, by numbers prest ?' 
 
 * Though hostile nations round thee rise, 
 
 (The mystic Oracles reply'd) 
 
 * And view thine isle with envious eyes, 
 
 * Their threats defy, their rage deride ; 
 
 * Nor fear invasion from those adverse Gauls, 
 
 * Britain*B best bulwarks are — her wooden walls. 
 
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 * Thine oaks descending to the main^ 
 
 ^ With floating forts shall stem the tides, 
 ^ Asserting Britain's liquid reign, 
 
 * Where e'er thy thundering navy rides ! 
 ' Nor less to peaceful arts inclined, 
 
 ^ Where Commerce opens all her stores, 
 
 * In 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 5 
 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, 
 
 Single, Birchall.— Convito, p. 98.— Warren, No. 20. p. U. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices, 
 
 Harmonized by Wm. Jackson> — Air by Dr. Arnb, 
 in the Tempest. 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 Where the bee sucks, there lurk I, 
 In a cowslip's bell I lie ; 
 There I couch when owls do cry. 
 On a batt's back do I fly. 
 After sun-set merrily 5 
 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, thoro' fire. 
 
 Merrily, merrily, shall we live now. 
 
 Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. 
 
 Shakbpeare, 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 By Dr. Wilson, for 3 Voices. — ^Musical Companion by Playford, 
 
 1673, p. 174.— Convito, p. 323. 
 
 * Had in his possession, a MS. Almanac, reign of Edward the 
 3d, 143 years before that of Mullers. The Editor has a portrait of 
 Jackson, which is extremely scarce. 
 
 2c3 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Foice*.— Bail don. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 massie 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'iy 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. 
 
 Richard Rolt, 
 Baildon*s book, p. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Foices,^^, Webbb. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Where, hapless Ilion ! are thy heav'n-built walls, 
 Thy high embattled tow'rs, thy spacious halls ? 
 Where are thy temples, fill'd with forms divine t 
 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 power to sink thy glories past, 
 They fill the world, and with the world shall last. 
 
 C. Butler. 
 Webbe's book. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Dr. Arne. — Prize^ 1765. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Which 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* 
 
 Single, Birchall. — ^Warren, No. 4, p. 10. 
 
 2c3 
 
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 CATCH /or 4 Foices,-^. Wkbbe. 
 
 Would you know my Celia*s charms. 
 Which now excite my fierce alarms ; 
 Tm sure she's fortitude and truth, 
 To gain the heart of ev^'v 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* Callcoft. 
 
 Single, Birchall,— Ditto ChappelPs.— Convito, p. 358. 
 
 AN EPIGRAM. 
 
 DUET.— Travbrb. 
 
 (Ten and Base.) 
 When Bibo thought fit 
 
 From the world to retreat. 
 As full of champaign 
 
 As an egg's full of meat 5 
 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. 
 
 Matt, Prior, 
 fiDgle, Birchall.— ConvitOj p. (K^. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 J^otce^.— Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 " Who comes so dark from ocean's roar, like autumn's 
 shadowy cloud ? Death is trembling in his hand ! Hig 
 eyes are flames' of fire ! " Son of the cloudy night ! " 
 Retire, call thy winds, and fly ; retire thou to thy caye. 
 But let us sit by the mossy fount; let us hear the mourn- 
 ful voice of the breeze, when it sighs on the grass of 
 the cave/' — Ossiaji, 
 
 Single, Birchall. — dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 394. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Foices,-^R, J. S. Stevbns. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 When lurking Love in ambush lies, 
 Under friendship's fair disguise ; 
 When he wears an angry mein. 
 Imitating spite or spleen. 
 When like sorrow he seduce?. 
 When like pleasure he amuses. 
 Still howe'er the parts are cast, 
 'Tis but lurking Love at last. Piozzu 
 
 Book, 6. Preston. 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Voices, 
 Wm. Knyvett. — Prize at the Harmonic, 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base J 
 
 When the fair rose amidst her flow'ry train. 
 
 With virgin blushes greets the dewy mom 5 
 Say, will th* enamour' d nightingale remain, 
 
 A lonely warbler on the desert thorn ? 
 When the dark Geniis of the night. 
 
 Behold the moon slow rising o'er the wave 5 
 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, 
 
 Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — R. J. S. Steveks. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 With conscious pride I view the band, 
 
 Of faithful friends that round me stand. 
 
 With pride exult that I alone 
 
 Can join these scattered gems in one ; 
 
 Rejoic'd to be the silken line 
 
 On which these pearls united shine. 
 
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 Tis mine their inmost soul to see 
 Unlock'd is ev'ry heart to me ; 
 To me they cling, on me they rest, 
 I hold a place in ev'ry breast. 
 
 Op. 6^ Preston. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Foice^.— Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base) 
 
 Wake now, my love ! 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 disc ant plays. 
 
 The ouzel shrills, the ruddock warbles soft. 
 So goodly all agree, with sweet consent, 
 To this 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 Epitkalamhm, 
 Ist Collection, Birchall, p. U. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Foices,— Mr. T. Smart. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other, 
 
 I drink to my neighbour and friend 5 
 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 5 
 The cares of this life are but grief and vexation. 
 
 To death we must all be consigned : 
 Then Til laugh, drink, and sing, and leave nothing to pay, 
 
 But drop like a pear that is mellow j 
 And when cold in my coffin, I'll leave them to say. 
 
 He's gone, what a hearty good fellow. 
 Single, Birchall's. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices, — Earl of Mornington. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 When for the world's repose my fairest sleeps, 
 
 See Cupid hovers round her couch and weeps j 
 Well may'st thou weep, proud boy, thy power dies, 
 Thou hast no dart when Chloe has no eyes. 
 Convito, p. 470' 
 
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 TO MY LUTE. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Foicej?.— Rt. Cooke.— Pme, 1812 * 
 
 What 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. 
 • Catch Club. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Foices.—I>r, Callcott. 
 (2 Trebles, and Base) 
 While the moon-beams, all bright. 
 Give a lustre to night, 
 
 I'll weep on his dwelling so narrow. 
 
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 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. 
 
 Ila7inte, 
 Professional book, p. 12. 
 
 ODE for 5 Voices.-^J, S. Smith,— Pnze, 1780. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 When 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. 
 Upraised the voice and struck the lyre ; 
 The powers of heav'nly sound were all display'd, 
 To greet with honour due the sire-bom maid. 
 First in responsive fugue was shewn, 
 The energy of artful song ; 
 Then closing full, in richer tone. 
 Slow modulation march'd along. 
 
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 ^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 Pindus' rocks rebound. 
 
 Shall wisdom only claim the lay ? 
 
 To beauty too, the song is due. 
 
 And ev'ry tribute harmony can pay. 
 
 Inspired by that celestial throng. 
 
 The festive strain we'll lead along. 
 
 To welcome beauty to the seats of song. — Mr, Nares, 
 
 Warren, No. 19. p. 43. — dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 364. 
 
 THE ERL KING. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices,— T>t. Callcott. 
 (2 Trebles, and Base.) 
 Who is it that rides thro' the forest so fast, 
 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 5 
 Why trembles my darling ? Why shrinks he with fear ? 
 My father, my father, the Erl King is near, 
 
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 The Erl King with his crown, and his beard long and 
 
 white. 
 My child you're deceived by the vapours of night. 
 If thou will, dear baby, with me go away, 
 ril 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 your 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 5 
 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, 
 I must and will have thee, and force makes thee 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 arriv'd at his own castle door. 
 Life throbb'd in the poor baby's bosom no more. 
 
 Monk Leuns, 
 Single, Birchairs. 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Voices, — J. Mazzinghi. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 When order in this land commenced. 
 
 With Alfred's sacred laws ; 
 Then sea-girt Britons, closely fenc'd, 
 
 Join'd in one common cause. 
 The glorious name an Englishman, 
 
 Struck terror to the foe ; 
 And conquering 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 its gracious king. 
 
 Our Henrys and our Edwards too. 
 
 Framed once a constitution j 
 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, its royal fruit. 
 
 Like ivy round it clings. 
 From whence its 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, 
 
 The glorious reign of George the Third, 
 
 Demands a nation's praise 5 
 And with it may, by heav'n be heard, 
 
 The fervent prayer we raise. 
 May George the Fourth, on England's throne, 
 
 With equal glory reign ; 
 And, by his people's love alone. 
 
 His sacred seat maintain; 
 Thus round his throne may blessings throng. 
 
 Peace — health, with balmy wing : 
 And may this long, be Britain's song, 
 
 God save, great George our King. — G. Colman, 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 roice^.— Rt. Cooke.— PnV,, 1811. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 With a gen'rous youthful soul. 
 When I quaff the festive bowl, 
 Richly foaming to my mind. 
 Hence ye sorrows to the wind 5 
 Friends the laughing sweets prepare, 
 Drink along farewell to care. 
 All the sweets, if sweets there are, 
 In a ling'ring life of care 5 
 Taste ye wretched if ye will,, 
 I of joy will take my fill j 
 Bid the sparkling bowl go round. 
 And the praise of Bacchus sound. 
 
 From Ahacreon. 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Vokes,^J)v. Alcock.— Prise, 1774. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 We'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.. 
 
 Warren, No. 13, p. 34.— Clementi's Vocal Hamony, p. 239. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices. — W. Knyvett. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Where 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 wander'd far, 
 
 'Tis past the promised hour ; 
 Come to me, love, the twilight star 
 
 Shall guide thee to my bower. C. Fox, 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — ^Dr. Callcott.* 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 With sighs, sweet, rose, I mark thy faded form. 
 
 So late bedeck'd with many a flowret gay 5 
 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, thou again shalt bloom. 
 
 And joyful feel the sun's reviving power; 
 
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 Returning spring thy beauties shall renew. 
 
 Again the breeze shall waft thy sweets along ; 
 Thy fragrant flow'rs, 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 Fnlham, 
 ^ The above Glee was composed expressly for Mr. W. Knyvett. 
 
 Single, Birchall.— Ditto, Chappell's.— Convito, p. 318. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — Wm. Knyvett. — Prize, 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Where 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 murmur'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. 
 Single, Ai'gyll Rooms. 
 
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 ON THE UNION OF GREAT BRITAIN AND IRELAND. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices — Rt. Cooke. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 When 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 y 
 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, Linlty^ Esq.. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices.-^M.F. King.* 
 
 CCon. Ten. and Base.) 
 ^nd 3 Bases^hy S. WEBBE.f 
 When shall we three meet again ? 
 In thunder, light'hing, or in rain ?: 
 When the hurly-^burly's done. 
 When the battle's lost and won,, 
 That will be ere set of sun.. 
 
 There we'll perform our magic rites,. 
 And raise such artificial sprights 
 As by the strength of their illusion. 
 Shall draw him on to his confusion. 
 
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 We'll double, double, 
 Toil and trouble, 
 And make our hell brotli 
 Boil and bubble. Shukspeare's Macbeth, 
 
 * Single, Biichall. f Webbe's 4th Book. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 3 Foices.—li. Morley. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Where 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. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices,— Mv, Wright. 
 
 With a jolly full bottle, let each man be arm'd. 
 
 We must be good subjects, when our hearts 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. 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
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 MADRIGAL for 4 Voices. 
 
 GIANETTO PALESTRINI alais PRiENESTlNI. 1590. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten.'and Base.) 
 When flow'ry meadows deckt the year, 
 
 And sporting lambkins play ; 
 When spangled fields renewed appear, 
 
 And music wakes the day 5 
 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 hy Robert Cooke, 
 Organist 0/ Westminster Abbey. 
 Hawes. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices.-^H, R. Bishop. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 When 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 flowerets deck the green earth's breast ; 
 'Tis there^ I wish to lay my head,^ 
 
 'Tis there, I wish to sleep at rest. — Da Capo, 
 
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 Lo ! now, me thinks, 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 passed along, 
 The days, we never more shall see. 
 
 John Little^ or Thomas Moore, 
 Single, Goulding's. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.^R, Spofforth.— Pme, 1793. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Where are those hours on rosy pinions borne. 
 
 Which brought to ev'ry guiltless wish success ; 
 When pleasure gladdened each returning morn. 
 And ev'ry ev*ning closed in calms of peace ? 
 
 Miss Carter 
 Warren, No. 32, p. 26. — ^Vocal Harmony, dementi, p. 632. 
 
 GLEE for 4 /^?c'es— Harmonized by W» Knyvett. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 When first you courted me, I own 
 
 I fondly favoured you ; 
 Apparent worth and high renown. 
 
 Made me believe you true, 
 
 Donald. 
 
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 Such virtue then, seem'd to adorn 
 
 The man esteem'd by me ; 
 But now the mask's thrown off, 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. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, --'Dx. Cooke. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Where'er thy Navy spreads her canvass 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. 
 
 Waller^ 
 WaiTen, No. 27, p. 24. 
 
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 GLEE for 5 Voices,-— lA, Rock * 
 
 MADRIGAL for 6 Foices.—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 my 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 1 
 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, JSsq,f died 1582, 
 ♦Warren, No. 27, p. 36. 
 
 f 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 characterized the poetry of the age of Elizabeth or 
 James I. 
 
 But the Doctor does not appear to have observed that, in the 
 NugcB AntiqueBf edit. 1804, the above polished poem was, with much 
 probability, referred to the period of Edward VI. and that the authar 
 of it was not likely to be Sir John Harrington^ but his father. 
 
 2s 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices. — Air by Sir J, Stevenson, 
 Harmonized by Mr. Greatorex. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 When 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. 
 
 T, Mome, 
 
 GLEE for A Voices, J. S. Smith. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 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. 
 
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 Both feed so my disease 
 So much both do me please, 
 That oft I doubt, which more my heart doth bum, 
 Love, to behold her smile, or pity, mouni. 
 
 Drummond's Poems, 
 Warren, No. 18, p. 8. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base) 
 
 Wb be soldiers three, 
 
 Pardonez moi, je vous en prie ; 
 Lately come forth of the low country, 
 
 With never a penny of money. 
 
 Here, good fellow, I drinke to thee, 
 Pardonez moi, je vous en prie ; 
 
 To all good fellowes, wherever they be. 
 With never a penny of money. 
 
 And he that will not pledge me in this, 
 Pardonez moi, je vous en prie ; 
 
 Pays for the shot, whatever it is. 
 With never a penny of money, 
 
 2b2 
 
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 Charge it againe, boy, charge it againe, 
 Pardonez moi, je vous en prie ; 
 
 As long as there is any incke in my pen, 
 With never a penny of money. " 
 Warren, No. 18, p. 42.--Convito, p. 45fi. 
 
 • Respecting the above Composition, *' We be soldiers three," 
 said to have been composed by Freeman, and also given in some 
 works, to Ravenscroft. A species of Composition prevailed in this 
 country, from the time of King Henry the 8th, down to a later 
 period, and which w^as characterized by the appellation of K. H. 
 Mirth, or Freemen's Songs. King Henry the 8th, whose principle 
 object, throughout his reign, seems, from his conduct, to have been 
 pleasure, and the gratification of his own propensities, and appears 
 to have had a passion for company of an inferior rank. He had some 
 pretensions to a knowledge of Music ; and Anthems and Songs of his 
 composition are mentioned by Sir John Hawkins, in his valuable 
 Histoiy of Music. The Songs having been sung by K. H. were the 
 means of promoting mirth. From about the time of Edward the 
 3rd, the Monks and secular Clergy, as well as the Minstrels, had 
 occasionally produced jocular Songs, and compositions of merri- 
 ment J and the encouragement given by K. H. the 8th to such pro- 
 ductions, revived the practice of them with great vigour. This cir- 
 cumstance induced others to compose Songs of the same kind, 
 which, in reference to their origin, they termed King Henry's Mirth, 
 and in allusion to their lively, and cheerful tendency, they denomi- 
 nated Freemen's Songs, which appellation has not been sufficiently 
 explained. It is however, evident, that Freemen's Songs is the 
 title, and not the Composer's name. Thomas Lord Cromwell, 
 Earl of Essex, who went to Rome about 1510, (Biographia Brit. 
 col. 1531) introduced them into that country, as will appear by th« 
 two following Stanzas in Michael Drayton's Legends of him, 1609. 
 Also, see Higgins' Mirror of Magistrates. 
 
 The good successe th' affairs of England found. 
 Much prais'd the choice of me, that hath been made ; 
 
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 For where most men the depth durst hardly sound, 
 I held it nothing boldly through to wade 
 Myselfe, and through the straitest waies I woond j 
 So could I act, so well I could persvvade. 
 As meerely joviall, me to mirth applie, 
 Compos'd of freedome and alacritie. 
 Not long it was, ere Rome of me did sing, 
 (Hardly shall Rome so full dales see again) 
 Of Freemen's Catches, to the Pope I sing,. 
 Which won much licence to my countrimen. 
 Thither the which I was the first did bring. 
 That was unknowne to Italy till then. 
 
 Light humours them, when judgment doth direct. 
 Even of the wise, win plausible respect. 
 By the above, it would appear that Freemen's Songs were a re^ 
 joicing, for King Henry's having shook off the power of the Pope. 
 
 In Somner's Saxon Glossary, Fremens Songs appear to be the 
 year of Jubilee, or freedom, holiday, to rejoice, to shout for joy, 
 festive, lively, quick, merry, frolick, a feast, festival or holiday, 
 mirth, pleasantness, and jollity. 
 
 It appears by the above account, that '* We be soldiers three,'* 
 has been only harmonized by Ravenscroft. ** We be three poor 
 Mariners," and ** Of all the brave birds," are among the number of 
 Freemen's Songs, and were published by him in a work called. 
 Music's Melodie of pleasant Roundelaies. 
 
 We be three poor Mariners : J We be soldiers three : 
 
 Come pledge me on this ground. I And he that will not pledge me this . 
 
 MADRIGAL for 6 Voices, -^^^ Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (3 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 What sing the sweet birds in each grove ? 
 Nought but love, nought but love ! 
 
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 What sound our echoes day and night ? 
 
 All delight, all delight, all delight I 
 
 What doth each wind breath us that fleets ? 
 
 Endless sweets, endless sweets, endless sweets 1 
 
 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, 
 2nd Collection, Birchalll, p. 44. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Voices,-M^, Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Treble. Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases. 
 When the fair Moon, refulgent lamp of night. 
 O'er heaven's 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 ev'ry 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. 
 
 Pope's Horner^ Book Sth, 
 3rd Collection, Birchall, p. 2. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Rt. Cookb. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Who has peerless Kitty seen ? 
 
 Fairest nymyh that treads the green ; 
 
 Object sweet of fond desire, 
 
 Who can look and not admire ? 
 
 In her soul- delighting 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 delicious 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 basilisks*, dread ! 
 
 Which but win, to strike us dead. 
 
 Warren, No. 26. p. 3. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Fozc^^.— S. Webbe. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Wine gives the lover vigour. 
 Makes glow the cheeks of beauty. 
 Makes Poets write. 
 And soldiers fight. 
 And friendship do its duty. 
 
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 Pow'r and wealth. 
 
 Beauty, health. 
 
 Wit and mirth in wine are crown'd ^ 
 
 Joys abound. 
 
 Pleasure's found. 
 
 Only where the glass goes round. 
 
 He who enjoys the banquet. 
 May plenty ever crown him ; 
 Who rails at a bowl. 
 Is a turk to his soul. 
 And a Christian ne'er should own him. 
 Power and wealth, &c. 
 Webbe*s 5th book, p. 22,and Euterpian. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices.— Y, Ireland,*— Pme, 1773. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.^ 
 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. 
 • Dr. Hutchinson. 
 Warren, No. 12, p. 13.— Vocal Harmony, dementi, p. 203. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 roice*.— R. J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 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. 
 
 Single, Dale. — Ditto, Preston. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.'^—J, S. Smith. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 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 seorn. 
 
 Take you no scorn, to wear the horn, 
 It was a crest ere thou wert born 3 
 
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 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, 
 Huntsman's Song in ^^ Love in a Forest, *' 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 * And 3 Voices, by Hilton — Playford's Musical Companion, 1673. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices,— J. Danby.— Pme, 1787. 
 
 (2 Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 When 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. 
 Vocal HaiTuony, dementi, p. 647« 
 
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 GLEE for 5 Voices. — Sir J. Stevenson. 
 
 (2 Cons. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 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. 
 
 Single^ Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices,^"^, J. S. Stevens. 
 (Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 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 mould'ring dust is laid. 
 
 Translated from the Italian^ from 
 '^ Alma del Gran Pompeo,'* 
 
 Book, 3rd, p. 26.--Preston. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Fbices.—Dr, Callcott. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 When Time was entwining the garland of years. 
 
 Which to crown my beloved was giv*n. 
 Though some of the leaves might be sullied with tears ; 
 
 Yet the flow'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. — Thos. Little, Esq. 
 
 Single, Birchall's 
 
 GLEE for 3 Foives.^S. Webbb.— 3fe(/a/, 1776. 
 (Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 You gave me your heart t'other day, 
 
 I thought it as safe as my own ; 
 I've not lost it, — but, what can I say ? 
 Not your heart from mine can be known ! 
 
 Craddock, 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 267— Single, Birchall.— Ditto, 
 Chappell'a. — Conrito, p. 175. 
 
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 ANSWEE TO THE FRYAR OF ORDERS GREY. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Foice*.— Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 Yet 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, 
 
 Dr. CaUcott's book, by Horsley, p. 44. 
 
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 feLEE for 4 Voices. — ^T. Attwood. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Ye 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 wither' 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. — IXmond, 
 Monzani. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Foices,—T>v. Abne. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 You 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. 
 
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 When lemon and sugar so happily meet, 
 
 The acid's corrected by mixing the sweet 5 
 
 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. 
 
 Dr. Arne. 
 Warren, No. 2, p. 18. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Foices.^J. Danby, 
 (Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Yb 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 I see my grief ye witnesses of love. 
 For ye beheld my infant passion rise. 
 
 And saw, thro' yeaxs unchang'd, my faithful flame ; 
 Now cold in dust the beauteous object lies. 
 
 And you, ye conscious scenes, are still the same. 
 While busy mera'ry still delights to dwell. 
 
 On all those charms these bitter tears deplore j 
 And with a trembling hand describes too well. 
 
 This angel form, 1 can behold no more. 
 
 Warren, No. 25, p. 3. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 rotce^.— R. J. S. Stevens. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Ye 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, 
 Never harm. 
 Nor spell, nor charm. 
 Come our lovely lady nigh ; 
 So good night, with lullaby. 
 
 Weaving spiders come not here. 
 Hence ! ye long-legg'd spinners, hence ! 
 Beetles black approach not near. 
 Worm and snail do no offence. 
 
 Never harm, nor spell, nor charm. 
 
 Shakspeare, 
 Single, Birchall.— -Warren, No. 22, p. 24.— Convito, p, 7. 
 
 NEPTUNE S RAGING FURY J 
 OR, THE GALLANT SEAMEN's SUFFERINGS.* 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices,— 'Di, Callcott. 
 
 (Con, Ten. and Base.) 
 You, gentlemen of England, 
 That live at home at ease. 
 Ah ! little do you think upon 
 The dangers of the seas 5 
 
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 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 5 
 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, hy Martin 
 Parker, Pepysian Library, Magdalen 
 College, Cambridge, 15 verses, see Rit- 
 son, page 147, MecL 
 
 Convito, p. 452.— Single, Birchall's.— Ditto, ChappelPs. 
 ♦ * Being a relation of their perils and dangers, and of the extra- 
 
 * ordinaiy 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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 GLEE /or 4 Voices.^'W. Horslby, M.B. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 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 PhilUs frown. 
 You pretty wantons warble. 
 
 Go, tune your voices harmony. 
 
 And sing I am her lover ! 
 Strain low, and high, that ev'ry note, 
 
 With sweet consent may move her : 
 Go, pretty birds, unto her hie. 
 Haste, pretty birds, unto her fly : 
 Ah, me ! methinks I see her frown. 
 You pretty wantons warble. — Dryden, 
 
 3d Collection, Birchall, p. 12. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices,-— -T, Attwood. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base ) 
 
 In masons* 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, 
 
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 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 hy J, Perry from Cowley^ 
 
 Single, Goulding. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices* 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Wklcome, 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 5 
 
 Friendship and harmony combine. 
 Mirth and music haste away, 
 To celebrate this cheerful day. 
 
 Said to have been composed by Dr. Cooke, on the Union 
 of the Two Catch Clubs. 
 
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 GLEE far 4 Voices, — T. Attwood; 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base ) 
 Bright o*er the green hill rose the morning ray. 
 
 The wood-lark's song resounded o'er the plain 5 
 Fair Nature felt the warm embrace of day. 
 
 And smil'd 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. 
 
 Monzani. 
 
 THE BUTTERFLY. 
 
 A FAVOURITE DUET.— J. B. Sale. 
 
 (Ten. and Base ) 
 
 Gay 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. 
 
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 Time hastens on, the summer ends too soon. 
 Take then the rosy minutes as they fly ; 
 
 For soon, alas ! yonr little life is gone. 
 To-day you sparkle, and to-morrow die. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. — Ditto Birchall's. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Fbices.— Wm. HoRSLEy, M.B. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Til RICE happy they who careless laid. 
 Beneath some kind embow'ring shade \ 
 With rosy wreaths their temples crown. 
 In rosy wine their sorrows drown. 
 
 Meanwhile the Muses wake the lyre, 
 The Graces modest worth inspire 3 
 Good-natur'd humour, harmless wit, 
 Well-temper'd joys, nor grave, nor light. 
 
 There Peace shall spread her dove-like wing. 
 And bid her olives round them spring 5 
 There Truth shall reign a sacred guest, 
 And Innocence to crown the rest. — Wm, Thomson, 
 Vocal Harmony, dementi, p. 249, 
 
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 GLEE for 5 Voices, — Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and Ba^e.) 
 Sleep ! soft fair form, await th' Almighty's will, 
 Then rise unchanged, and be an angel still. 
 
 W, B, Early Esq, Salisbury 
 
 CONRADE THE GOOD. 
 
 TERZETTO*- for 3 Voices. 
 
 (Three Tenors and Violencello.) 
 
 Heard you not his spirit singing ? 
 
 Hark ! his passing bell is ringing 5 
 
 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-bom rapture well 
 requited. 
 
 Hear you not his spirit singing ? 
 He whose passing bell is ringing ; 
 Melting strains 
 Ease his pains. 
 
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 See him rise 
 Thro' the vaulted skies : 
 Light in streams, 
 Of glory beams. 
 
 * This elegant Terzetto was engraved from a MS. in the pos- 
 session of Charles Hatchett, Esq. of Belle-vue House, Chelsea, an 
 ingenious F. R. S. who had taste and judgment to collect the most 
 striking musical beauties, during his continental tour. 
 
 W' Shield's Introduction to Harmony. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices.-^WM. Horslby, M.B. 
 
 (2 Trebles, and Base.) 
 Dearest, do not now delay me, 
 
 Since thou knoVst I 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 5 
 But perfume the neighbouring air. 
 Else dull silence sure will starve me ; 
 'Tis a word that's quickly spoken. 
 But being restrained, a heart is broken. 
 
 From the Comedy of the Spanish Curate^ 
 by Beanmont and Fletcher , 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Voices, --V^u, Horsley* 
 (2 Trebles, and Base.) 
 Why does azure deck the sky ? 
 
 'Tis to be like thy looks of blue ; 
 Why is red the rose's dye ? 
 
 Because it is thy blushes' hue. 
 All things fair, by heavn's 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 way seem thy golden hair. 
 
 Why are nature's beauties felt ? 
 
 O 'tis thine in them we see ! 
 Why has music power to melt ? 
 
 O ! because it speaks like thee. 
 
 Thomas Little, Esq. 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 • Set also by Rt. Cooke, 
 
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 GLEE for 4 ^ice^.— Thomas Welch. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Shed not your sweets, ye fragrant flow'rs. 
 Nor e'er remind me of those hours. 
 When Delia sat beneath these bow'rs,' 
 
 And vow'd she'd constant prove. 
 The happy moments now are flown. 
 And Strephon, sighs his plaints alone \ 
 Delia comes not to his moan. 
 
 But flies his constant love. ^ 
 
 O carol not, sweet nightingale. 
 Unless thou dost with me bewail. 
 That sighs and tears cannot prevail. 
 
 And Delia's pity move. 
 Sing loud ye birds, breathe perfum'd rose. 
 Surpassing ev'ry flow'r that blows \ 
 Delia comes to soothe my woes, 
 
 And bless me with her love. Thomas Welch, 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — Wm. Knyvett. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base ; or Treble, Ten. and Base.) 
 There is a bloom of heavenly hue, 
 
 A bloom by mem'ry given ; 
 To ev'ry flow'r that bursts to view. 
 Beneath youth's summer, heav'n. 
 2o 
 
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 Youth's ev'ry joy, that while possessed 
 Seem*d scarcely worth possessing ; 
 
 In memory's shadowy mantle dress'd. 
 Appears a slighted blessing. 
 
 Youth's very woes, when by the cloud 
 Of misty distance shaded, 
 
 Look, tho' enrob'd in soitow's shroud, 
 
 Like joys that time has faded. 
 
 TF, Mc. Gregor Logan, 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,'— Thomas Attwood. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 *Twas on an ever blithsome day. 
 The social birth of rosy May ; 
 When gen'ral warmth, no more supprest. 
 Now melts the frost in ev'ry breast. 
 The cheek with secret flushing dyes. 
 And looks kind things from chastest eyes. 
 
 The sun with healthier visage glows. 
 Aside his clouded kerchief throws ; 
 And dances up th' etherial plain. 
 Where late he used to climb with pain. 
 While Nature, as from bonds set free. 
 Springs out, and gives her soul to glee. 
 
 Langhorn, 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Foice^.—WM. Hawes. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base) 
 
 Oh ! where is the flower that bloom'd in the vale. 
 When spring's early morn so deceitfully shone. 
 Its sweetness, its freshness, once scented the gale. 
 But its sweetness, its freshness, for ever is gone. 
 The cold hand of frost, with rude winds have pass'd o'er. 
 And it lies there forgotten, to blossom no more ; 
 Oh ! Where's the gay form, that in youth's early day, 
 When the world, and its joys, seem'd for ever in store. 
 Its beauties, its virtues, were bright as the ray. 
 Its beauties, its virtues, alas ! are no more, 
 But the cold hand of death, has pass'd over in vain, 
 It is not forgotten, 'twill blossom again. 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Thomas Welch. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) , 
 
 Hark ! hark ! hark ! 'tis the whistling wind. 
 
 That sweeps along the trembling vine. 
 And with its blighting breath mikincl. 
 
 Kills the curling shoots, that there entwine. 
 Now Bacchus mourns, with pallid face, 
 
 Nor from the blighted vintage flies ; 
 The shiver' d leaves, his resting place; 
 
 And 'midst the wounded fruit he dies ! 
 The mighty Bacchus dies, alas ! he dies. 
 2aa 
 
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 Ye social band, now join with me, 
 
 To sing the last sad elegy 
 
 Of Bacchus, he that son of Glee ; 
 
 The patron, friend, and soul of harmony, 
 
 Ai'ound thy tomb, let weeping clusters cling, 
 
 Whose rosy tears, emit their grateful store 5 
 
 A requiem sad ! O let thy vot'ries sing 
 
 To thee, great Bacchus, who art now no more. 
 
 But see, the piercing beam 
 
 Pours forth its cheering gleam ; 
 
 And swelling clusters bend the supple vine ; 
 
 And Bacchus, from his earthy bed. 
 
 Now raises up his grape- crown' d head ; 
 
 And longs, his parching lips to lave with rosy wine. 
 
 Now care in the copious bowl we'll drown. 
 
 And the joyous hours with bumpers crown ; 
 
 Nor love, nor mirth, nor wine shall sever : 
 
 Live, live, great Bacchus, live for ever. 
 
 Mr. Cherry 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 • The above Glee was honoured by the award of a splendid 
 Prize Cup, from the Amateur Glee Clnb, Dublin, the gift of the 
 Honourable George O'Callaghan, to the Composer, after having 
 been kept open ten years for a competitor. 
 
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 GLEE /or 5 Foices. 
 Harmonized by Wm. Hawes, from a Vauxhall Song. 
 The Air by Mr. Brooks, 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.^ 
 
 Low in a vale, where flow'rets sweet. 
 
 Diffuse their rich perfumes ; 
 , Where pleasure, health, and friendship meet, 
 
 A lovely maiden blooms. 
 No blushing tint around the sky. 
 
 No rose that scents the valley. 
 Can with this beauteous maiden vie. 
 
 The Shepherd's daughter, Sally. 
 In stately form, the woodbine grows 
 
 Around her lowly cot : 
 A crystal stream beside it flows. 
 
 And beautifies the spot. 
 The Nightingale, from tree to tree. 
 
 Sings sweetly in the valley. 
 Then, O how truly blest must bCy 
 
 The shepherd's daughter, Sally. 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 roice^.— Thomas Welch. 
 
 (Treble, Con. and Base.) 
 
 The night is rainy, dark, and chill. 
 
 Pray ope your cottage door 5 
 The torrents from the dreary hill. 
 
 In dreadful fury pour. 
 
 The night is rainy, &c. 
 
 Our wand'ring feet are weary grown, 
 
 By hunger we're oppressed; 
 Then let our sad and plaintive moan. 
 
 With pity move thy breast. 
 
 Our pray'rs to heav'n shall daily rise, 
 
 For blessings on thy head \ 
 May sorrow never dim thine eyes. 
 
 Nor sleep forsake thy bed. 
 
 Come in, an aged shepherd cried. 
 
 And kindly rais'd the latch ; 
 The board but humbly is supplied. 
 
 Beneath my lowly thatch. 
 
 But of that little, take a part, 
 A shelter from the storm ; 
 For glad 'twill make my aged heart. 
 To keep you dry and warm. 
 
 Our pray'rs to heav'n, &c. 
 
 Ihomas Welch, 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices. — Mr. Mullinbx. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 And ye shall walk in silk attire, 
 
 And siller hae to spare ; 
 Gin ye'U consent to be his bride, 
 
 Nor think of Donald mair. 
 Oh wha would buy a silken gown, 
 
 Wi' a poor broken heart ? 
 Or what's to me a siller crown, 
 
 Gin frae my love I part. 
 His gentle manners won my heart, 
 
 He gratefu* took the gift ; 
 Cou'd I but think to seek it back, 
 
 It would be war' than theft. 
 For langest life can ne'er repay 
 
 The love he bears to me. 
 And ere I'm forc'd to break my troth^ 
 
 I'll lay me down and die. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 THE JOLLY VICAR. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — ^Dr. Ben. Rogeus. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Let the bells now ring. 
 
 And let the boys sing, 
 The young lasses trip and play ; 
 
 The cup go about. 
 
 Until it be out. 
 Our learned Vicar, we'll stay. 
 
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 Let the pig turn round, 
 
 Hey, merrily, hey. 
 And then the fat goose shall swim: 
 
 For merrily hey. 
 Our Vicar, this day shall be trim. 
 
 The stew'd cock shall crow. 
 
 Cock a doodle doo. 
 Aloud cock a doodle shall crow : 
 
 The duck and the drake 
 
 Shall swim in a lake 
 Of onions and claret below. 
 
 We'll labour and toil 
 
 To fertile the soil. 
 And tithes shall come thicker, and thicker 5 
 
 We'll fall to the plough. 
 
 Get children enough. 
 And thou shall be learned, O Vicar ! 
 
 Playford's Musical Companion, p. 170, 1673* 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices — ^W. Linley, Esq. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Now the blue fly's gone to bed. 
 
 And the boding raven sings ; 
 Soft through daisy'd wilds we tread. 
 
 And on tall reeds wave our wings. 
 Hush ! our princess is at hand, 
 
 In a mist, aloft she flies, 
 
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 Sprinkling dew, o'er sea and land, 
 
 What time the pale star 'gins to rise. 
 Behind her floating chariot, soon 
 
 Along the winding shores will creep, 
 The fair and silver-slipper'd moon. 
 
 And smile the river boys to sleep. 
 
 In sedgy cradles where they lie. 
 Come, take hands then, one and all. 
 And to yon tinkling waterfall 
 Sing lullaby. Chds, Loftley^ Esq, 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fokes. 
 Scottish Air, harmonized by W, Hawes, 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Down the burn, and through the mead. 
 His golden locks wav'd o'er his brow, 
 Johnny, lilting, tun'd his reed. 
 
 And to his Mary, told his vow. 
 
 Dear she lov'd the well-known song.' 
 
 While her Johnny, 
 
 Blithe and bonny. 
 
 Sung her praise, the whole day long, 
 
 Down the burn, and through the mead. 
 
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 Gold and titles give not health, 
 
 And Johnny could nae these impart 5 
 Youthful Mary's greatest wealth. 
 Was still her faithful Johnny's heart. 
 Sweet the joys, the lovers find. 
 Great the treasure. 
 Sweet the pleasure, 
 Where the heart is always kind. 
 Down the burn, &c. 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 ADDRESS TO HOPE. 
 
 GLEE for 8 Fbice*.— Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (2 Trebles, 2 Cons. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 Daughter op Faith ! awake, arise, illume 
 The dread unknown, the chaos of the tomb 5 
 Melt and disperse, ye spectre doubts that roll 
 Cimmerian darkness on the parting soul. 
 Hark ! as the spirit eyes, with eagle gaze, 
 The noon of heaven, undazzled by the blaze, 
 On heav'nly winds, that waft her to the sky ; 
 Float the sweet tones of star-born Melody. 
 
 Campbell. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices.-^V^. Horsley, M.B» 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Good folk, for gold or hire, 
 But help me to a crier ! 
 For my poor heart is run astray- 
 After two eyes, that passed this way* 
 
 O YES ! O YES ! O YES ! 
 
 If there be any man 
 
 In town or country can 
 
 Bring me my heart again, 
 
 I'll please him for his pain. 
 
 And by these marks I will you shew, 
 
 That only I, this heart do owe. 
 
 It is a wounded heart. 
 
 Wherein yet sticks the dart \ 
 
 Every piece sore hurt without it, 
 
 Faith, and troth, writ round about it. 
 
 It was a tame heart, and a dear. 
 
 That never used to roam 5 
 But, having got this haunt, I fear 
 
 'Twill hardly stay at home. 
 For heaven's sake — walking by the way — 
 
 If you my heart do see. 
 Either impound it for a stray, 
 
 Or send it back to me. 
 
 Mich, Dray ton y 1630. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Fozce^.— H. Bishop. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Forresters, sound the cheerful horn, 
 
 Hark ! to the woods away ! 
 Diana, with her nymphs, this mom 
 
 Will hunt the stag to bay. 
 At length returned from healthful chace. 
 
 Let Bacchus crown the day ; 
 While Venus, with seducing grace, 
 
 Shall all our toil repay. — John Petre, Esq. 
 
 ^ Single, Gouldlng's. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices* — Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 Rise, winds of autumn, rise. Blow along the heath. 
 Streams of the mountains roar. We take a stone of 
 moss, amidst the song of bards, we place beneath the 
 shields of the foe ; we raise the mould around the stone, 
 and bid it speak to other years. Daughter of the stream 
 now rear'd on high, speak ! speak ! to the feeble, after 
 Selma's race have fail'd. Prone from the stormy night, 
 the traveller shall lay him by thy side. The whistling 
 moss shall sound in his dreams, the years that are past 
 shall return. Ossian. 
 
 Dr. Callcott's book, by Horsely, p. 87, 1st Vol — Birchair». 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices, — ^Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Fill the horn of glossy blue. 
 Ocean's bright cerulean hue. 
 Briskly quaff the flav'rous mead, 
 ^Tis a day to joy decreed. 
 High the fame of Tudor' s birth. 
 Valour his, and conscious worth. 
 
 Mr, Mathias, 
 Dr. Callcott's book, by Horsley, p. Ill, 1st Vol.— Birchairs. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — ^Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.^ 
 Radiant ruler of the day, 
 Pause upon thy orb sublime ; 
 Bid this awful moment stay, 
 Bind it on the brow of time. — Mr, Mathias, 
 
 Dr. Callcott's book, by Horsley, p. 115, 1st Vol.— Birchall's. 
 The above appears to be taken from the Oratorio of Saul, by Han- 
 del. — Oh ! thou bright orb, gi-eat ruler of the day I 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices, — ^Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Green thorn of the hill of ghosts, that shakest thy head 
 to nightly winds ! I hear no sound in thee ; is there no 
 
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 Spirit's shadowy form, now rustling in thy leaves ? often 
 are the steps of the dead, on the dark eddying blast : 
 when the moon, a shield, is roU'd along the sky. 
 
 Ossian, 
 Dr. Callcott's book, by Horsley, p. 118, 1st Vol.— Birchall's. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices,— Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 From the chambers of the East, 
 In robes of terror grimly drest, 
 Ymir hath his course begun. 
 Rival of th* unwearied sun. 
 Now, in many a glist'ring wreath. 
 Above, around, and underneath ; 
 The serpent dread, of dateless birth, 
 Girds the devoted globe of earth : 
 And, as charm'd by powerful spell, 
 Ocean heaves, with furious swell ; 
 While the vessel's floating pride. 
 Stems Duration's rounding tide. 
 
 Mr. Mat Max, 
 Dr. Callcott's book, by Horsley, p. 124, 1st Vol.—BirchaU's. 
 
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 EPITAPH IN BRADING CHURCH-YARD, ISLE OF WIGHT. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — Dr. Callco tt. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear. 
 That mourns th)^ exit, from a world like this. 
 Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here, 
 And stayed thy progress to the seats of bliss. 
 No more confin'd to grov'ling scenes of night, 
 No more a tenant pent in mortal clay ; 
 Now should we rather hail thy glorious flight. 
 And trace thy journey to the realms of day. 
 
 Dr. Callcott's book, by Horsley, p. 44, 2d Vol.— Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices. —Jyt, Callcott. 
 
 . (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 Lordly gallants tell me this. 
 
 Though my safe content you weigh not. 
 In your greatness what one bliss, 
 
 Have you gain'd that 1 enjoy not ? 
 You have honour, you have wealth, 
 I have peace, and I have health ; 
 All the day I merry make. 
 And at night no care I take. 
 
 Bound to none my fortunes be. 
 This or that man's fall I fear not ; 
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 Him I love that loveth me. 
 For the rest, a pin I care not. 
 You are sad when others chafe, 
 And grow merry as they laugh ; 
 I that hate it, and am free, 
 Laugh and weep as pleaseth me. 
 
 George Wither y 1614. 
 Dr. Callcott's book, by Horsley, p. 58, 2d Vol.— Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Foices, — Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (2 Trebles, and Base.) 
 Oh, tarry gentle traveller ! 
 Oh, tarry now at close of day. 
 Nor haste to leave these fertile vales, 
 for lofty mountains far away. 
 Yon sun that gilds the village spire, 
 And gaily flings his parting ray ; 
 Say, smiles he not as sweetly o'er 
 Thy native village far away. 
 Ah I waste not thus thy fleeting days. 
 In alien lands and paths unknown ; 
 For happier scenes await thee back. 
 Which bounteous fortune made thine own. 
 Return then, gentle traveller. 
 Return thee with the morning ray ; 
 Nor leave again thy fertile vale, 
 For barren mountains far away. 
 
 Dr. Callcott's book, by Horsley, p. 62, 2d Vol.— Birchair«. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Voices.-^T>x, Callcott. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base ) 
 
 Sweet blossom hear a father's sighs. 
 That longs to fold thee in his arms ; 
 Rise from thy cave, soft Zephyr, rise, 
 And waft me to his op'ning arms. 
 Too long the shades of sullen pain 
 Have kept their vigils o'er the urn. 
 Why Health, delay thy promised reign, 
 O ! let me, let me soon return. 
 
 Dr. Callcott's book, by Horsley, p. 122, 2d Vol. 
 Supposed to have been written by the Composer. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices, — ^Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 
 Gome on the light wing'd gale; on the breeze of the 
 
 desart come. Let me hear thy voice as thou passest, 
 
 when mid-day is silent around. Ossian. 
 
 Dr. Callcott's book, by Horsley, p. 93, 2d Vol.— Birchall. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices. — Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (2 Trebles, and Base ) 
 Thou palsied Earth, with noon-day night overspread ! 
 Thou sick'ning Sun, so dark, so deep, so red ! 
 Ye hov'ring ghosts, that throng the starless air. 
 Why shakes the earth, why fades the light ? declare ! 
 
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 Are these his limbs with ruthless scourges torn ? 
 His brows all bleeding with the twisted thorn. 
 His the pale form ; the meek forgiving eye, 
 Rais'd from the cross in patient agony ? 
 Be dark, thou Sun ! thou noon-day Night arise, 
 And hide, O hide, the dreadful sacrifice ! 
 
 From Heher's Palestine, 
 
 Dr. Callcott's book, by Horsley, p. 112, 2d Vol — Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices,— Dv. Callcoit. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 
 Why, why does beauteous Lina weep ? 
 
 Whence those lorn notes in accents deep ? 
 
 A day of war, prepare, prepare. 
 
 Aloft in distant realms of air. 
 
 Mark, mark the murd'rous monster stalk. 
 
 In printless majesty of walk ; 
 
 Odin, fearless, meets the shock. 
 
 The tow'rs of heav'n around him rock ; 
 
 Tho' arm'd in panoply divine. 
 
 He yields ! and owns the fated sign. 
 
 To the mansions drear, he turns, 
 
 Still the beauteous Lina mourns. 
 
 Mathias's Twilight of the Gods. 
 
 Dr. Callcott's book, by Horsley, p. 124, 2d Vol.— Birchall. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 roice^.— Jas. Elliott. 
 Tnze, Catch Club, 1822. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Let those complain that feel Love's cruelty. 
 
 And in sad legends write their woes, 
 With roses gently he corrected me. 
 
 My war is without rage or blows. 
 My mistress' eyes shine fair on my desires, 
 And hope springs up, enflam'd with her new fires. 
 
 No more an exile will I dwell. 
 With folded arms and sighs all day. 
 Reckoning the torments of my hell. 
 And flinging my sweet joys away. 
 Fm caird home again to quiet peace, 
 My mistress smiles and all my sorrows cease. 
 
 Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. — Jas. Elliott. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 A CHOIR of bright beauties, in spring did appear, 
 To choose a May Lady, to govern the year ; 
 The Nymphs were in white, and the Shepherds in green, 
 The garland was given, and PhiUis was queen ; 
 But Phyllis refus'd it, and sighing, did say, 
 ril not wear a garland, while Pan is away. 
 
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 While Pan, and fair Syrinx, are fled from our shore, 
 The Graces are banish' d, and Love is no more ; 
 The soft god of pleasure, that warm'd our desires, 
 Has broken his bow, and extinguished his fires ; 
 And vows that himself, and his mother will mourn, 
 'Till Pan, and fair Syrinx, in triumph return. 
 
 Forbear your addresses, and court us no more. 
 
 For we will perform, what the Deity swore 5 
 
 But if you dare think, of deserving our charms, 
 
 Away with your sheep-hooks^ and take to your arms : 
 
 Then laurels, and myrtles, your brows shall adorn, 
 
 When Pan, and his son, and fair Syrinx return. 
 
 Dry den . 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices — Wm* Hawks. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 When the Night blows lier mantle o'er the scene. 
 Where once thy tow'rs their battlements rais'd high, 
 And thine halls, gladness soundfed to the sky 5 
 Pois'd in mid air, yon clouds this earth between, 
 Methinks I see thine image, glistening sheen. 
 In form of vap'ry spirit hover nigh, 
 Whisp'ring upon the breeze thy tender sigh ! 
 Then with deep list'ning ear and pensive mien. 
 It murmurs : " All is silent ; not a sound 
 Breathes even from the grave 3 the spell is gone ; 
 
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 The stones he scattered in cold heaps around ; 
 'Tis o'er ; — the work of final ruin's done ! 
 Rise, spark of fire, unquench'd ! from distance wake, 
 With lamp that scorns to die, thy place 'mid tempests 
 take." 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — James Elliott. 
 
 (Cons. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 CoMK to my longing arms, my lovely care, 
 
 And take the presents which the nymphs prepare ; 
 
 White lilies in full canisters they bring, 
 
 And all the glories of the purple spring. 
 
 The daughters of the flood have searched the mead 
 
 For vi'lets pale, and cropt the poppy's head ; 
 
 Myself will search on planted grounds at home, 
 
 For downy peaches, and the glossy plum. 
 
 And thrash the chesnuts in the neighb'ring grove. 
 
 Such as my Amyrillis us'd to love 5 
 
 The laurel and the myrtle sweets agree. 
 
 And both in nosegays shall be bound for thee. 
 
 BrydevLS Virgil, 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 GLEE f&r 4 Voices, — Wm. Knyvett. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 O STAY sweet warbling woodlark, stay, 
 Nor quit for nie the trembling spray j 
 A hapless lover courts thy lay. 
 
 Thy soothing fond complaining. 
 Again, again, that tender part. 
 That I may catch thy menting art. 
 For surely that wad touch her heart. 
 
 Who kills me with disdaining. 
 Say, was thy little mate unkind. 
 And heard thee as the careless wind, 
 O nought but love and sorrow join'd. 
 
 Such notes o' woe could waken. 
 Thou tells o' never-ending care. 
 Of speechless grief, and dark despair. 
 For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair. 
 
 Or my poor heart is broken. 
 
 Single, Chappell. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices. — Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 
 Nymph of the rock, whose dauntless spirit, braves 
 The beating storm, and bitter winds that howl 
 
 Round thy cold breast, and hears the bursting waves, 
 And the deep thunder with unshaken soul. 
 
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 Oh ! come, and shew how vain the cares that press 
 
 On this weak bosom ! and how little worth 
 Is the false fleeting meteor, happiness. 
 
 That still misleads the wand'rers of the earth. 
 Strengthened by thee, this heart shall cease to melt, 
 
 O'er ills, that poor humanity must bear; 
 Nor friends estranged, nor ties dissolved be felt. 
 
 To leave regret or fruitless anguish there, 
 And when, at length, it heaves its latest sigh, 
 
 Thou, and mild hope, shall teach me how to die. 
 
 Bland, vol. 5, p. 5/5. — Single, Biichall. 
 
 JESSIE. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices, — Wm. Knyvett. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 True hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow, 
 
 And fair are the maids o' the banks o' the Ayr ; 
 But, by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding river. 
 
 Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair. 
 To equal young Jessie, seek Scotland all over. 
 
 To equal young Jessie, you seek it in vain ; 
 Grace, beauty, and elegance fetter her lover, 
 
 And maidenly modesty fixes the chain. 
 O fresh is the rose, in the gay dewy morning. 
 
 And sweet is the lily, at ev'ning close ; 
 But, in the fair presence o' lovely young Jessie, 
 
 Unseen is the lily^ unheeded the rose. 
 
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 Love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring, 
 
 Enthroned in her e'en, he delivers his law : 
 And still to her charms, she alone is a stranger. 
 Her modest demeanor's the jewel of A*. 
 
 Burn's Poems, 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Sir J. Stevenson, M.D. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Buds of roses, virgin flow'rs, 
 Cuird from Cupid's balmy bow'rs, 
 In the bowl of Bacchus steep, 
 Till with crimson drops they weep ; 
 Twine the rose, the garland twine *, 
 Ev'ry leaf distilling wine. 
 Drink, drink, and smile, and learn to think 
 That we were born to smile and drink. 
 Rose, rose, thou art the sweetest flow'r 
 That ever drank the amber show'r. 
 Rose, rose, thou art the fondest child 
 Of dimpled spring, the wood-nymph wild y 
 Even the gods that walk the sky, 
 Are am'rous of thy scented sigh : 
 Then bring me show'rs of roses, bring. 
 And shed them round me while I sing. 
 
 From Anacreoriy by Thomas Moore ^ Esq, 
 
 Single, Power's. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Voices.^DR, Callcott. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 When Spring returns to deck the flow'ry field, 
 And warns the pregnant nightingale to build. 
 She seeks the safer shelter of the wood. 
 Where she maj- trust her little tuneful brood 5 
 Where no rude swain her shady cell may know. 
 No serpents climb, nor blasting winds may blow , 
 Warbling she charms it each returning night. 
 And loves it with a mother's dear delight. 
 
 Bland, vol. v. p. 572 — Birchall. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fbices, — Dr Callcott. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 
 No more shall lUion boast her towers. 
 
 That once in peerless pride unconquer'd stood, 
 
 That rose superior to the hostile flood, 
 
 And sternly brav'd the Grecian powers. 
 
 Now of her crested honours shorn. 
 
 Her spires in mouldering, mould'ring ruins lie. 
 
 And, ah ! yon natal hills forlorn. 
 
 Now fade for ever on my partmg eye. 
 
 C. Buikr. 
 
 Bland, vol. v. p. 583.— Birchall. 
 
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 GLEE /or 5 Voices, — Dr. Callcott. 
 
 (2 Cons. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 To the woods I love to go. 
 When the leaves are green, and the meadows smile, 
 
 When the hawthorns bud and blow, 
 And the spring doth the wintry care beguile ; 
 
 How fresh the flow'rs, the fields how fair. 
 
 For ah ! I met my Colin there. 
 
 Bland, vol. v. p, 592 — Birchall. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices,'— Mv, Danby. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Fairest daughter of the year. 
 
 Ever blooming lovely May ; 
 While the vivid skies appear. 
 
 Nature smiles, and all is gay. 
 Friend of thine, the shepherd plays, 
 
 Blithsome near the yellow broom ; 
 While his flock, that careless strays, 
 
 Seeks the wild thyme's sweet pefume. 
 May, with thee I mean to rove. 
 
 O'er the lawns and valleys fair : 
 Tune my gentle lyre to love. 
 
 Cherish hope, and soften care. 
 
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 Round me shall the village swains. 
 Shall the rosy nymphs appear ; 
 
 While I sing in rural strains. 
 May, to shepherds ever dear. 
 Mr. King's book, p. 14. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices.— ^yi, Linley. 
 (Treble, Con. and Base.) 
 Ye sportive loves that round me wait, 
 On this high poplar hang my lyre \ 
 While heav'n thus smiles, and vernal airs 
 Play wanton in the leaves. 
 The trembling strings, a whisp'ring breeze 
 Soft shall attune, while I beneath. 
 On this green bank supinely lie, 
 Thus carelessly diffuse. 
 The rilling brook that murmurs by. 
 Shall lull my thoughts, till gentle sleep 
 Seize me with pleasing golden dreams 
 Of my Eraira blest. 
 
 Give me the Queen of Beauty's throne. 
 With eyes that speak the sonl of love. 
 Sweet as the breath of rising morn, 
 Or breezes from the spicy grove 5 
 O come, with all thy heav'n of charms, 
 And take me dying to thy arms. 
 
 Mr. King's book, p. ^^. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 Foic€s,'-C. S. Evans. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 The dazzling air, 
 That flings its glare, 
 O^er folly's idle maze ; 
 Like vap'rous light 
 In wintry night. 
 Bewilders and betrays. 
 
 But smiles that play. 
 In softened ray, 
 Round virtue's home of peace. 
 With wild controul. 
 Enchain the soul. 
 In joys that never cease. 
 Mr. King's book, p. 7 '2* 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.^WM, Bbalb. 
 
 (Treble, 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Shall I, like a hermit, dwell 
 On a rock, or in a cell ? 
 Calling home the smallest part. 
 This is missing of my heart. 
 To bestow it where I may, 
 Meet a rival ev'ry day ? 
 If she under- value me. 
 What care I how fair she be. 
 
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 Were her tresses angel gold ;* 
 If a stranger :inay be bold, 
 Unrebuked, unafraid. 
 To convert them to a brayde. 
 And with little more ado. 
 Work them into bracelets too ; 
 If the mine be grown so free, 
 What care I how rich it be. 
 Were her hands as rich a prize 
 As her hair, or precious eyes ; 
 If she lay them out to take 
 Kisses, for good manners' sake. 
 And let ev'ry lover skip 
 From her hand unto her lip ; 
 If she seem not chaste to me. 
 What care I how chaste she be. 
 No, she must be perfect snow 
 In effect as well as shovv. 
 Warming but as snowballs do. 
 Not, like fire, by burning too ; 
 For when she by chance hath got 
 To her heart a second lot. 
 Then, if others share with me. 
 Farewell her, whatever, she be. 
 
 Sir Walter Raleigh, 
 
 Mr. King's book, p. 116 
 
 * Gold, coined into Angels, was so termed, being of a finer kind 
 than crown gold. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices,— Z, Hindle. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Pleasure's enchanted ground Til tread, 
 Where Love and youthful Fancy lead ; 
 For Life as yet is in her spring, 
 As yet I'll try and laugh, and sing. 
 When Cynics rail, or Pedants frown, 
 My smile repays their angry brow ; 
 Their rigid maxims I disown, 
 I hate the gloomy selfish crew. 
 Be mine the joys of social life. 
 Where innocence and peace reside ; 
 Still may good-humour vanquish strife. 
 And honour reign each action's guide. 
 
 King's book, p. 133. 
 
 LESSON OF LOVE. 
 
 A FAVORITE TERZETTO /or 3 ToiVei.— Paisiello. 
 
 (Treble, Ten. and Base.) 
 THE INDIFFERENT. 
 
 Lessons of lov^, with malice fraught, 
 Cupid, I'll ne'er receive from thee ; 
 Fair be thy face, thy heart is nought, 
 (No,) none of thy wiles, and smiles, for me : 
 
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 THE BACCHANAL, 
 
 Thus, with my glass, I care defy ; 
 
 (Bacchus !) thy treasures, and pleasures, are mine. 
 
 Thirst in my soul, the flask ne'er dry, 
 
 What pleasures can equal good wine ? 
 
 THE INNAMORATO. 
 
 In sighs, I waste the glow of day, 
 In tears, consume the gloom of night; 
 With Julia, fled my joys away. 
 And earth no more can yield delight. 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 TRIO.— Sir J. Stevenson. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 
 Oh ! stranger, lend thy gentle barque. 
 
 To waft us safely o'er 
 This swelling tide, so drear and dark. 
 
 To yonder island's shore. 
 Oh ! come, His Love, that bids thee haste, 
 
 I dread to linger here ; 
 O'er many a wild, to-day I've pac'd. 
 
 With doubt and trembling fear. 
 Yes, yes I'll lend my gentle barque. 
 
 To w^aft you safely o'er 
 This swelling tide, so drear and dark, 
 
 To yonder island's shore. 
 
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 Blow gently then, sweet ev'ning breeze. 
 
 Let softest gales be nigh ; 
 Oh ! hush, ye wild and swelling seas. 
 
 Be silent as the sky. 
 Come haste, oh ! boatman, haste away, 
 
 'Tis danger here to pause ; 
 For o'er the last sweet blush of day. 
 
 The Night her shadow draws. 
 From hated foes, and prison tow'rs, 
 
 I freed my lovely bride ; 
 And with her now I seek the bow'rs 
 
 That bloom o'er yonder tide. 
 Yes, yes, I know them well, the foe 
 
 Can never reach you there 5 
 So, in my kindly barque I'll go. 
 
 Young chief and maiden fair. 
 
 J^. A, Wade^ Esq, 
 Single, Power. 
 
 GLEE^ for 4 Voices, 
 Selected and Arranged by H. Bishop. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Come o'er the brook, Bess^, to me. 
 My charming pretty Besse ; 
 
 No, she dares not come o'er to thee. 
 My charming pretty Bess^. 
 
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 For herds are weeping, 
 Flocks are sleeping. 
 Nymphs all peeping 
 Fearfully : 
 No, she dares not come o'er to thee. 
 
 Fi'om Dr, Callcott.f 
 But merrily. 
 So merrily 
 
 For oh ! 
 
 Loves's bow 
 Shoots buck and doe. 
 
 Goulding's, single. 
 
 Sung in Shakspeare's Comedy called Twelfth Night— from 
 Ford's Glee, ** Since first I saw your face." 
 
 t Glee, "Mark the merry elves." 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices.'—T. Attwood. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 The harp's wild notes, though hush'd the song. 
 
 The mimic march of death prolong 5 
 
 Now seems it far, and now anear. 
 
 Now meets, and now eludes, the ear 5 
 
 Now seems some mountain's side to sweep ; 
 
 Now faintly dies in vallies deep ; 
 
 Now seems as if the minstrels wail ; 
 
 Now the sad requiem loads the gale : 
 
 Last, o'er the warrior's closing grave. 
 
 Rung the full choir in choral stave. 
 
 Xay of the Last Minstrel^^Walter Scott. 
 Single, Monzani. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 rmce^.— Thos. Welch * 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 If wine and music have the pow'r 
 To ease the sickness of the soul ; 
 Let Phcebus ev'ry string explore, 
 And Bacchus fill the sprightly bowl. 
 Let them their friendly aid employ, 
 To make my Chloe's absence light, 
 And seek for pleasure, to destroy 
 The sorrows of this live-long night. 
 
 Mat. Prior, 
 Come, thou monarch of the vine, 
 Plumpyt Bacchus^ with pink eyne ^ 
 In thy vat, our cares be drown' d, 
 J: Cup us till the world goes round. 
 
 Anthony and Cleopatra, 
 
 • Lost the Prize by only One Vote, 1811. f Rosy. 
 
 X With thy grapes our brows be crown' d.— Altered. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,-— Tnos, Welch. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Mild star of eve, whose tranquil beams 
 Are grateful to the Queen of Love j 
 Sweet planet, whose effulgent gleams. 
 More bright than all the pow'rs above ; 
 And only to the moon's clear light. 
 Yields the first honours of the night 5 
 
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 All hail ! thou soft and holy star, 
 Fair glory of the midnight sky. 
 And when my steps are wand'ring far. 
 Leading the shepherd minstrelsy j 
 Then if the Moon deny her ray, 
 Oh ! light me, Hesper, on my way. 
 No savage robber of the dark, 
 No foul assassin, claims thy aid ; 
 To point the dagger to its mark, 
 Or guide him to his plund'ring trade. 
 My gentle errand is to prove 
 The transports of requited love. 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — ^Thos. Welch. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Ah ! should my love in fight be slain, 
 
 I ne'er could bear my woe ; 
 This constant heart would burst with pain, 
 
 Yet no distraction shew. 
 This faithful eye no tear would shed. 
 
 This lip would own no sigh 5 
 I would but hear my love was dead. 
 
 Then bless his name and die. 
 Should then the trumpet wake thy zeal. 
 
 Dear youth, guai d well thy life ; 
 
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 Tho' for thyself thou canst not feel, 
 
 Yet, oh ! preserve thy wife 5 
 For, like the grafted flow'r, that lends 
 
 Some hardier plant the bloom. 
 The storm which on the one descends, 
 
 Must breathe a double doom. DimoniL 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices. — Thomas Welch, 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 
 Life's a varied bright illusion, 
 Joy and sorrow, light and shade ; 
 Turn from sorrow's dark suffusion. 
 Catch the pleasures ere they fade. 
 Fancy paints the hues unreal. 
 Smiles of bliss, and sorrow's mood ; 
 If they both are but ideal. 
 Why regret the seeming good. 
 Hence, no more, 'tis wisdom calls ye. 
 But ye court time's present aid 5 
 The future trust not, hope enthrals ye. 
 Catch the pleasures ere they fade. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Voices,— Thomas Welch. 
 
 (2 Trebles, and Base.) 
 
 Voices of echoing Cona, 
 
 Bards of the times of old, 
 
 Strike the harp in my hall, 
 
 And let me hear the sound. 
 
 Pleasing is the joy of grief, 
 
 When the tear of mem'ry flows i 
 
 It is like the show'r of spring, 
 
 When it softens the branch of the oak : 
 
 The spear has laid my warriors low. 
 
 But their fame shall never die. 
 
 Ye bards of the times of old ! 
 
 Snatch their glories from the grave. — Ossian, 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices—TnoMAS Welch. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. and Base.) 
 O WHO is he that loves me. 
 And has my heart a keeping. 
 As dews o' summer weeping, 
 In tears the rose buds steeping. 
 O that's the laddie of my heart. 
 My laddie ever dearest ; 
 O he's the king of all the earth. 
 And to my heart the nearest. 
 2k 
 
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 If thou shalt meet a laddie, 
 In grace and beauty charming, 
 That e'en thy chosen laddie. 
 Ere while thy breasts ae warming 
 Had ne'er such povv'rs alarming. 
 
 O he's the king of all the earth, &c. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 /^o/ces.— Thomas Welch. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base 
 Little bird, with bosom red, 
 Welcome to my humble shed : 
 Courtly domes of high degree. 
 Have no room, for thee, and me. 
 Pride and Pleasure's fickle throng. 
 Little* mind an idle song. 
 Daily near my table steal, 
 While I pick my scanty meal. 
 Doubt not, little tho' there be, 
 But rU throw+ a crumb to thee ; 
 Well rewarded if I spy 
 Pleasure in thy glancing eye. 
 See thee, when thou'st eat thy fill, 
 Plume thy breast, and wipe thy bill. 
 
 Littie bird, &c. 
 
 §Come, my feather'd friend, again, 
 Well thou know' St the broken pane. 
 
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 Ask of me thy daily store : 
 Go not near Avarro*sJ door. 
 Once within his iron hall, 
 Woeful end shall thee befall ; 
 Savage ! he would soon divest 
 Of its rosy plumes thy breast ; 
 Then, with solitary joy, 
 
 Eat thee, bones and all my boy ! Langhonu 
 
 Nothing. t Cast. X A cruel and covetous man. 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms; 
 § Not in the Glee. 
 
 GLEE for 4 FbiVe^.— Thomas Welch. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Whrre is the smile, that was heav*n to our eye ? 
 Where is the voice, that enchanted our ear ? 
 Nought now around us is heard, but the sigh ; 
 Nought now around us is seen, but the tear. 
 Blest is the cottage, thy smiles do adorn. 
 There will the moments be wing'd with delight ; 
 Pleasure with thee, shall arise at the mom. 
 Raptures retire, with thy beauties at night. 
 
 Dr, IFaUcott, 
 Single, Argyll Rooms 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices, — ^Thomas Welch. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Night oe'r the world her mantle throws, 
 And Nature, luU'd by silence, sleeps. 
 Save where deep signs betray the ,woes 
 Of him, who love's sad vigils keeps. 
 Yet, cruel god, if now the breast 
 Of Cinthia owns thy tyrant sway. 
 May she thro' night in dreams be blest. 
 Nor pangs of absence feel at day. 
 But, oh ! shou'd now before her swim, 
 No form her pure heart doth prefer ! 
 Then wake her love to list to him 
 Who sighs, who lives alone for her. 
 
 Bev. Mr* Spiedeh 
 
 Single^ Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — James Ad cock. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Hark ! how the bees with murmurs fill the plain. 
 While ev'ry flow'r of ev'ry sweet they drain ; 
 See, how beneath yon hillock's shady steep, 
 The shelter'd herds on fiow'ry couches sleep ! 
 
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 But sweeter far are Delia's lips, 
 Than honey, or the rose ; 
 And on her snowy bosom dwells 
 More sweet, more soft repose. 
 
 Single, Preston. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — James Adcock, 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Welcome mirth, and festive song, 
 Welcome, all thy jocund throng ; 
 Blithsome, let us sing and play, 
 All the gladsome live long day ; 
 Life was formed for joy and love, 
 Emblem of the state above : 
 Fill, then, fill the flowing glass. 
 Cheerful let the goblet pass. 
 While the sprightly health goes round 
 Let the jovial rebels sound. 
 Single, Goulding. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Foices^^Wm. Horsley, M. B. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base) 
 Crown the passing hour with joy, 
 Lest fate no future time allow ; 
 For hovering woes may soon destroy. 
 The smile that decks the gayest brow. 
 2k3 
 
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 Thy crimson lip, my laughing love. 
 May fade too soon by sorrow's blight ; 
 And those blue eyes that gaily rove. 
 May fix in death's congealing night. 
 Then, while we may, let's pass each day 
 In all the bliss that earth can give. 
 To me that bliss is only this ; 
 For music, friendship, love to Uve. — Mrs. Opie, 
 Single, Clementi. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Hen. Muljlinex. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 These are to whom this world appears. 
 
 But as a brilliant summer scene : 
 Their path has been, thro' circling years. 
 
 So sweetly joyous, so serene. 
 And such are those, who early prov'd. 
 
 The bliss to love, and to be lov'd. 
 
 And there are some, to whom appears. 
 
 This world a frowning winter day ; 
 The blossoms of whose op'ning years, 
 
 Have prematurely passed away. 
 And such are those, who know the pain. 
 
 To love, and not be lov'd again : 
 Then happy those, who early prov'd 
 
 The bliss to love, and to be lov'd. 
 
 TFm, Heseltinc, Esq, 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices. — F. W. Horncastlk, 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Hail ! meek-ey'd maiden, clad in sober grey, 
 Whose soft approach, the weary woodman loves 5 
 
 As homeward bent to kiss his prattling babes, 
 Jocund, he whistles through the twilight groves. 
 
 When Phoebus, sinks behind the gilded hills, 
 You lightly o'er the misty meadows walk; 
 The drooping daisies bathe in dulcet dews. 
 
 And nurse the nodding violet's tender stalk. 
 
 The panting Dryads, that in day's fierce heat. 
 To inmost bow'rs, and cooling caverns ran ; 
 
 Return to trip, in wanton ev'ning dance. 
 Old Sylvan, too, returns, and laughing Pan. 
 
 O modest ev'ning ! oft let me appear, 
 A wand' ring vot'ry in thy pensive train; 
 
 List'ning to ev'ry wildly-warbling note. 
 That fills with farewell sweet, the darkning plain. 
 
 Dr. WartorCs Ode to Evening.. 
 Single^ Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices, — F. W. Horn castle. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base J 
 What passion cannot music raise, and quell ? 
 When Jubal struck the chorded shell. 
 
 His list'ning brethren stood around^ 
 And, wond'ring, on their faces fell. 
 
 To worship the celestial sound ; 
 Less than a god, they thought there could not dwell 
 Within the hollow of that shell 
 That spoke so sweetly, and so welL Drydeii's Ode, 
 
 GLEE /or 3 ro2cc5.— Thomas Welch. 
 
 (Treble, Con. and Base , 
 We gypsies lead a life of ease. 
 
 As thro' the world we roam ; 
 We pitch our tents where'er we please,^ 
 
 And there we make our home. 
 
 By day, we traverse hill, and dale, 
 
 Thro' shady lanes we go ; 
 And round our blazing fire regale. 
 
 When midnight tempests blow- 
 To fortune's fool, we gravely tell. 
 
 What all his neighbours know ; 
 And then pretend, by magic spell. 
 
 His future fate to shew. 
 
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 I 
 
 Where pride and riches are combin'd. 
 
 To keep a watchful eye ; 
 Then freely take, whatever we find, 
 
 And locks, and bolts defy. 
 
 Kind Nature sends enough for ail. 
 So when good things are nigh. 
 
 We but obey her sacred call. 
 And Nature's wants supply. 
 
 Thomas Welchi 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 MADRIGAL for 4 Toice^.— Thomas Weelks.— 1608. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Three Virgin Nymphs, were walking all alone, 
 Till rude Sylvanus chanced to meet them : 
 
 Ravish'd with joy, he leap'd, and snatch'd at one. 
 But missing her, thus rudely greets them. 
 
 Nymphs of the wood, come back again, and kiss me. 
 
 Wari-en*s Vocal Harmony, p. 1/1. 
 
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 IN VINO VERITAS. 
 
 GLEE for 3 FMces.— Ben. Cooke. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base,) 
 Round, round with the glass, boys, as fast as you can r 
 Since, he who dont drink, cannot be a true man ; 
 For if truth is in wine, (then) 'tis all but a whim. 
 To think a man true, when the wine's not in him : 
 Drink, drink, then, and hold it a maxim divine. 
 That there's virtue in truth, and (that) truth is in wine, 
 
 Taul Whitehead:^ 
 
 Warren, No. 10, p. 10. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices.—^. Webbe.— -Pme, 1784. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Thk fragrant painting of the flow'ry fields. 
 The choicest stores, that youthful summer yields^ 
 Strephon, to fair Eliza, hath conveyed ; 
 The sweetest garland, to the sweetest maid. 
 O cheer the flow'rs, my fair ! and let them rest 
 On the elysium of thy snowy breast : 
 But as this night, shall see the wreath decline. 
 The roses wither, and the lilies pine ; 
 May that a lesson, to my charmer prove. 
 To spend each moment of her life, in love. 
 
 Clementrs Vocal Harmony, p. 458. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Foices.— -Mr, Vaxtos, -—Prize, 1784. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Blest pow*r, here see thy vot'ry bend. 
 
 Despondent, at thy shrine ; 
 Oh ! may my Celia's breast ne'er feel 
 
 The pain, that tortures mine. 
 Tell her, the flame that artless burns, 
 
 All pure, within my breast ; 
 On her, relies, each hope and fear, 
 
 Which she alone can rest. 
 Oh ! bid her own, why thus her heart 
 
 Relentless hears my pain ; 
 And kindly wing thy golden dart, 
 
 To make her love again. 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 468. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Voices, — S. Webbe. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 Since beauty scarce endures a day, 
 And youth so swiftly glides away 5 
 On sense, and wit, your passion found. 
 By decency cemented round. 
 Let prudence, with good-uature, strive 
 To keep esteem, and love alive ; 
 Then come old age, whene'er it will. 
 Your friendship shall continue still ; 
 And, thus, a mutual, gentle fire, 
 Shall never, but with life, expire. 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 4/8. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices.—^, VVkbbb* 
 
 (Con 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Ne'er trouble th^^self at the times^ nor their turning, 
 Afflictions run circular, and wheel about : 
 Away with thy murmuring, and thy heart-burning, 
 With the juice of the grape, we will quench the fire oi^t. 
 Ne'er chain, nor imprison thy soul up in sorrow. 
 What fails us to-day, may befriend us to-morrow. 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 491. 
 
 Play ford's Musical Companion, p. 166, pub. 1673. — 3 Voices, 
 
 by Mathew Locke. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. -—Jyx, CALLcoTT,^Prize, 1785. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Dull, repining Sons of Care, 
 O'er your treasures, waste the night ; 
 Lose each moment anxious there, 
 (Nor) taste the bloom of sweet delight. 
 While to Mirth's gay court we fly. 
 Revel there, and truly live ; 
 Drain the bowl, where pleasures lie^ 
 (And) ev'ry hour to rapture give. 
 Our wand'ring steps pale Cynthia guides, 
 Lest, from the path, we chance to stray • 
 Till we arrive, where Love presides. 
 And laughing Bacchus, leads the way, 
 
 Cleme»ti's Vocal Hannony, p. 497. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Fbice^.— Wm. Horslbv, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Glide slow you silver floods, and ev'ry spring. 
 Within these shady woods, let no bird sing ; 
 Nor in this grove, a turtle dove 
 Be heard, soft cooing to his love : 
 But silence on each dale and mountain dwell, 
 Whilst that I, weeping, bid my love farewell. 
 
 1*^ of Britannia's Pastorals, hy 
 Wm. Browne, 1613. 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 508. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices,—^ ^, Horsley, M.B* 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 Long from earth, by Discord driv'n, 
 Where shall Freedom build her home ? 
 Where shall Peace, the child of heav'n. 
 Rest at last, and cease to roam ? 
 Where the conquer' d ocean roars, 
 Round my country's chalky shores ; 
 Where the fost'ring sunbeams smile 
 On the sea god's fav'rite isle. 
 Hail ! all hail ! my native land. 
 Long the course of glory keep ; 
 Long thy sovereign sail expand 
 O'er the subjugated deep, 
 2jl 
 
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 Though of Rome's unbounded reign j 
 Dust and shade alone remam ; 
 Thou thy head divine shalt raise, 
 Through interminable days. 
 
 Thos, Love Peacock. 
 Poem^ " The Genius of the Ihames* 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 524. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,— J^t, Callcott.— Pnse, 178/. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Whann battaj le smethynge wythe new quickenn*d gorCj 
 Bendynge w}^the spoiles and bloddie droppynge hedde; 
 Dydd the merke ethe of woode and rest explore, 
 Seekjnge to lie onn pleasure's downie bedde. 
 Pleasure dauncyng fromm her wode, 
 Wreathedd wythe floures of aiglintine ; 
 Fromm his visage washed his bloude, 
 Hylte hys swerde and gaberdyne : 
 All delyghtsomme and contente, 
 Fyre enshottynge from hys eyne f 
 Ynn hys arms hee dydd herr hente, 
 Lyche the merke plante do entwyne. 
 
 dementi's Vocel Harmony, p. 537. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Voices.— V^u, Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Comb gentle loves, your myrtle garlands bring, 
 The smiling bow'r with clust'ring roses spread ; 
 Come gentle airs, with incense-dropping wing, 
 The breathing sweets of vernal odour shed. 
 Hark ! as the strains of swelling music rise, 
 How the notes vibrate on the fav'ring gale ; 
 Auspicious glories beam along the skies. 
 And powers unseen the happy moments hail. 
 Extatic hours, so ev'ry distant day. 
 Like this, serene, on downy wings shall move 5 
 Rise, crown'd with joys that triumph o*er decay, 
 The faithful joys of fancy and of love. 
 
 Langhorn^s Visions of Fanvy, 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. '568. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Dr. Cau.cott. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Once, upon my cheek, he said the roses grew. 
 But now they're wash'd away, with the cold ev'ning dew ; 
 For I wander thro' the night, when all but me have rest. 
 And the moon's soft beams, fall (piteously) upon my trou- 
 bled breast, 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 275. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 ^/ce^.— Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 When in the silent midnight grove, 
 Sweet Philomela swells her throat, 
 With tremulous and plaintive note. 
 Expressive of disastrous love : 
 I with the pensive pleasures dwell, 
 And in their calm sequestered cell ; 
 Listen with rapturous delight, 
 To the soft songster of the night. 
 
 Coope/s Temper'' of Aristippus, 
 
 Clementi*8 Vocal Hamony, p. 606, 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.'^Uv, Danby.— PW«e, 179L 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 O sALUTARis hostia, 
 Quae coeli pandis ostium 5 
 Bella premunt hostilia. 
 Da robur fer auxilium. 
 Unitrinoque domino, 
 Sit sempitema gloria 5 
 Qui vitam sine termino. 
 Nobis donet in patria. 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 610. 
 
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 GUY MANNERING. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices,— U, R, Bishop. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 The winds whistle cold. 
 And the stars glimmer red. 
 
 The flocks are in fold. 
 And the cattle in shed ; 
 When the hoar frost was chill 
 TTpon moorland and hill. 
 And was fringing the forest bough ; 
 Our fathers wou'd trowl 
 The bonny brown bowl. 
 Jolly hearts, so will we do now. 
 Gaffer Winter may seize upon milk in the pail, 
 'Twill be long ere he freeze the bold brandy and ale ; 
 For our fathers so bold^ 
 They laugh'd at the cold. 
 When Boreas was bending his brow ! 
 For they quaff'd mighty ale. 
 And they told a blithe tale. — Z). Terri/, Esq. 
 Goulding, single. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices.— -C. E. Horn. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Op all the birds on bush or tree. 
 Commend me to the owl ; 
 
 Since he may best example be. 
 To those the cup may trowl, 
 2l 3 
 
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 For when the sun has left the West, 
 He'll choose the tree, that he loves best ; 
 And he whoops out his song. 
 And he laughs at his jest. 
 Then, tho' hours be late, and weather foul. 
 We'll drink the health of the bonny owl. 
 
 The lark is but a bumpkin fow4, 
 ** He sleeps in his nest till morn ; 
 
 But my blessing on the bonny owl. 
 That all night blows his horn. 
 Then up with your cup, 'til you stagger in speech, 
 And match me this catch, 'til you swagger and screech, 
 And drink until you wink, my merry men each ; 
 For, tho' hours be late, and weather foul. 
 We'll drink the health of the bonny owl. 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices. — S. Paxton. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base, j 
 Fill, fill your glasses, boys, and drink, 
 Let wise ones talk, and grave ones think ; 
 Since life's but short, come, let's be gay. 
 Time is too dear, to waste away. 
 We'll toast our lasses, love and wine, 
 In honest souls, should ever join ; 
 
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 Tis wine that makes the lover bold. 
 Without it, love will soon grow cold ; 
 Ne'er may the wretch, who shuns his glass, 
 Succeed to win a virtuous lass ; 
 But, thro' life's changes, may he prove. 
 The scorn of Bacchus, and of love. 
 Convito, p. 406. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices,--C, Evans. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Behold, my dear, this curious gem, 
 
 Coronis with Apollo ; 
 Ah ! who would not, while viewing them, 
 
 Their sweet example follow ? 
 The ardent youth his head reclhies 
 
 Upon her heaving breast ; 
 Around his form her arm entwines. 
 
 While fancy dreams the rest. — MacJdiiforJt. 
 Single, C. Evans. 
 
 ^ GLEE /or 4 Voices.— Q. Evans. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 While we the precious goblet sip, 
 And press it kindly to the lip ; 
 The joy, it gives is bliss divine. 
 All hail to thee, then, rosy wine. 
 
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 The tender fair thou dost improve, 
 And niak'st it heav*n with those we love ; 
 Then social balm, O pow'r divine ! 
 All hail to thee, thou gen'rous wine. 
 
 Isaac Hands — Birmingham, 
 
 Single, C. Evans, 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices.— C, Evans. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 A HUNDRED smiling infant loves, one day, 
 Were sporting unrestrained, in frolic grace ; 
 When one began, in wanton mood, to say, 
 "Come let us fly;*' they all reply'd, " which way?" 
 He answer'd, *^To the charming Cloris* face j" 
 Then to my gentle love they wing'd their flight. 
 Like clouds of bees to some fresh opening flow'r ; 
 Some sought her hair, whilst others sigh'd delight 
 From her sweet lips, more balmy from their pow'r. 
 Two, were reposing in her radiant eyes. 
 Nor, knew they well whose place to deem the best; 
 'Till one, who fail'd to kindle roseate dies 
 On her fair cheek, fell on her fairer breast, 
 Then cried exulting, who is now most blest ? 
 
 Single, C. Evans« 
 
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 TO THE MEMORY OF LORD VISCOUNT NELSON. 
 
 DIRGE for 4 Voices, — ^Thomas ArrwooD. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Toll Nelson's knell ; a soul more brave 
 Ne'er triumph' d on the green sea wave : 
 Sad o'er the hero's honour'd grave, 
 The ball of death unerring flew, 
 His cheek has lost its ardent hue, 
 Amid his gallant, gallant crew. 
 
 Yet lift, brave chief, thy dying eyes. 
 Hark ! loud huzzas, around thee rise. 
 Aloft the flag of conquest flies ; 
 
 The day is won. 
 
 The day is won, 
 
 Peace to the brav€, 
 
 Peace to the brave. 
 But whilst the joyous streamers wave, 
 We'll think upon the victor's grave. 
 
 The Rev, W. Leslie Bowles, 
 
 Monzani, Single. 
 
 ELEGY III. 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — ^Thomas Attwood. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 Bright o'er the green hills, rose the morning ray, 
 The woodlark's song resounded o'er the plain ; 
 
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 Fair Nature felt tli' embrace of day, 
 
 And smird thro* all her animated reign. 
 When young Delight, of Hope and Fancy born. 
 
 His head on tufted wild thyme hall^eclined. 
 Caught the gay colours of the orient morn. 
 
 And thence of Life this picture vain designed : 
 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 savor'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. 
 
 Langhorn^s Poems, 
 
 Monzani, Single. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — ^Thomas Attwood, 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 
 I DID but look and love awhile, 
 
 'Twas but for half an hour; 
 Then to resist I had no will. 
 
 And now I have no pow*r. 
 To sigh and wish is all my ease, 
 
 Sighs which do heat impart. 
 Enough to melt the coldest ice, 
 
 Yet cannot warm my heart, 
 
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 O! would you pity, give my heart 
 
 One comer in your breast ; 
 Twould learn of you the winning art, 
 
 And quickly steal the rest. Otway. 
 
 Single, Monzani. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Ibices.— Thomas AtTwooD. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Adieu, oh ! ye bow'rs, ye shades ever dear. 
 
 Adieu ye lov'd haunts once so gay ; 
 For ever farewell to the smiles of the yearj 
 
 Farewell to the smiles of the May. 
 Adieu ! oh ye songsters that people the grove, 
 
 With sorrow I bid you depart ; 
 Adieu to the joys of contentment and love, 
 
 Ah ; well-a^day ! sighs my poor heart. 
 No ^lore may I traverse as Fancy shall lead. 
 
 The valley, or follow the stream ; 
 No more, as I wander along the gay mead^ 
 
 Must Damon and Love be my theme. 
 The dream of delusion which Hope would invite, 
 
 No longer must rapture impart ; 
 For lost is the youth, who alone could delight. 
 Ah I well-a-day ! sighs my poor heart. 
 
 Single, Monzani. — Ditto, Goulding's. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Voices — Thomas Attvvood. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base) 
 Who fed me from her gentle breast. 
 And hush'd me in her arms to rest, 
 And on my cheek sweet kisses prest ? 
 
 < My Mother. 
 
 When sleep forsook my open eye, 
 Who was it sung sweet lullaby, 
 And rock'd me that I should not cry ? 
 
 My Mother. 
 
 Who sat and watch'd my infant head, 
 When sleeping on my cradle bed ; 
 And tears of sweet affection shed ? 
 
 My Mother. 
 
 When pain and sickness made me cry, 
 Who gaz'd upon my heavy eye. 
 And wept for fear that I should die ? 
 
 My Mother. 
 
 And can I ever cease to be 
 Affectionate and kind to thee. 
 Who wast so very kind to me. 
 
 My Mother ? 
 
 When thou art feeble, old, and grey, 
 My healthy arm shall be thy stay, 
 And I will soothe thy pains away, 
 
 My Mother. 
 
 Miss Taylor 
 Single, Monzani. 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Voices. — ^Thomas Attwood. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 
 Full well our Christian sires of old, 
 Lov*d, when the year its course had roH'd, 
 And brought blithe Christmas back again. 
 With all its hospitable train ; 
 Domestic and religious rite 
 Gave honour to the holy night : 
 On Christmas Eve the bells were rung. 
 The mass was sung, the mass was sung. 
 That only night in all the year. 
 Saw the stol'd priest the chalice rear ; 
 The damsel donn'd her kirtle sheen, 
 The hall was dress'd with holly green ; 
 Forth to the wood did merrymen go. 
 To gather in the misletoe : 
 Then opened wide the baron's hall. 
 To vassal, tenant, serf, and all. 
 Pow'r laid his rod of rule aside. 
 And Ceremony doffd his pride 5 
 The heir, with roses in his shoes. 
 That night might village partner chuse. 
 The lord, underogating share. 
 The vulgar game of post and pair ; 
 All haird, with uncontrolled delight. 
 And general voice, the happy night. 
 That to the cottage, as the crown. 
 Brought tidings of salvation down. 
 
 TTalter Scott, Esq. Flodden Field. 
 Single, Monzani. 
 
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 INVITATION TO THE BEE. 
 
 GLEE far 4 Voices, — Thomas Attwood. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Child of patient industry. 
 Little, active, busy bee, 
 Thou art, at early morn, . 
 Just as the opening flow'rs are born, 
 'Mong the green and grassy meads, 
 Where the cowslips hang their heads ; 
 Or by hedge-rows, while the dew 
 Glitters on the harebell blue : 
 But, when the meadows shall be mown, 
 And summer's garlands over blown. 
 Then, come, thou little busy bee. 
 And let thy home-stead be with me ; 
 There, sheltered by thy straw-built hive, 
 In my garden thou shalt thrive. 
 And that garden shall supply 
 Thy delicious alchymy. 
 There, for thee, in Autumn blows 
 The Indian pink, and latent rose ; 
 The mignionette perfumes the air, 
 And stock's unfading flowers are there : 
 Yet fear not when the tempests come, 
 And drive thee to thy waxen home, 
 That I shall then, most treacherously, 
 For thy honey, murder thee 
 
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 Ah, no ! throughout the winter drear, 
 I'll feed thee, that another year 
 Thou may*st renew thy industry. 
 Among the flow'rs, thou busy bee. 
 
 Charlotte Smith. 
 Single, Monzani* 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices, — ^Thomas Attwood. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 What, tho* we shroud in savage den, 
 From day's all piercing eye ; 
 Yet have we joys as other m6n. 
 Our watchful fears, our perils, cares. 
 We sweeten still with liberty. 
 'The rising sun let others greet, 
 We worship his declining ray ; 
 And whilst the midnight casks we drain. 
 Where sparkling meet, his light and heat. 
 We feel alike in every vein. 
 The spirit of departed day. 
 
 /. Tobin, Esq. Curfew^ 
 
 Single, Monzani. 
 
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 THE FIRST OF MAY. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices. — ^Thomas Attwood. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 
 Awake the lute^ 
 
 The fife, the flute, 
 The doric reed, the choral song. 
 
 Come nymphs and swains, 
 
 To pleasure's strains 
 Lead the fantastic dance along. 
 
 For lo ! to-day 
 
 The blue-eyed May, 
 Once more her jocund reign renews. 
 
 And love and mirth, 
 
 O'er laughing earth. 
 Their blended influence wide diffuse. 
 
 The turtle coos. 
 
 The blackbird woos 
 His sooty mate, in grove and glen 
 
 The snipe aloft. 
 
 With warbling soft. 
 His listening partner of the fen. 
 
 The crystal stream, 
 
 Invites the beam. 
 Upon its bosom to recline ; 
 
 The beam descends. 
 
 New lustre lends. 
 The silver stream's meandering line. 
 
 The blooming race 
 
 Expands apace, 
 Till hill and dale with beauty glow j 
 
401 
 
 Light o'er the sky, 
 
 The thin clouds fly, 
 While soft the genial breezes blow. 
 
 Now cull a wreath, 
 
 That balm shall breathe, 
 Fresh from the dewy couch of morn 5 
 
 Meet homage pay. 
 
 To lovely May, 
 
 And all her Sylvan shrine adorn. 
 
 Single, Monzani. 
 
 FROM THE OPERA OF GUY MANNERING. 
 
 GIPSY GLEE, for 3 ^o^ce5.— Mr. H. R. Bishop, 
 
 (2 Trebles, and Base.) 
 The chough and crow to roost are gone. 
 
 The owl sits on the tree. 
 The hush*d winds wail, with feeble moan, 
 
 Like infant charity. 
 The wild-fire dances on the fen. 
 
 The red star sheds its ray, 
 Up-rouse ye, then, my merry men. 
 
 It is our opening day 1 
 
 Both child and nurse are fast asleep. 
 
 And clos'd is ev*ry flower. 
 And winking tapers faintly peep, 
 
 High from my lady's bower 3 
 2m3 
 
402 
 
 Bewilder'd hinds, with shortened ken, 
 
 Shrink on their murky way, 
 Up-rouse ye, then, my merry men, 
 
 It is our op'ning day ! 
 
 Nor i)oard, nor garner, own we now. 
 
 Nor roof, nor latched door, 
 Nor kind mate bound by holy vow. 
 
 To bless a good man's store : 
 Noon lulls us in a gloomy den. 
 
 And night is grown our day, 
 Uprouse ye ! then, my merry men, 
 
 And use it as ye may. Joanna Baillie. 
 
 Single^ Goulding. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, --Wu, Knyveit. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 And for 3 Voices— ion's Baylik, Esq. 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows, 
 *Mang moors and mosses many O ! 
 The wintry sun the day has closed. 
 And ril away to Nannie O ! 
 
 The westlin wind blaws loud and shrill. 
 The night's baith dark and rainy O ! 
 
 But I'll get my plaid, and out I'll steal. 
 And owre the hills to Nannie O ! 
 
403 
 
 My Nannie's charming, sweet, and young, 
 
 No artful wiles to win ye O ! 
 May ill bafal the flattering tongue, 
 
 That would beguile my Nannie O ! 
 
 Our auld guid man delights to view. 
 His sheep, and kye, thrive bonnie O ! 
 
 But I'm as blithe, that bauds the pleugh, 
 An has nae care but Nannie O ! 
 
 Her face is fair, her heart is true, 
 
 As spotless as she's bonnie O ! 
 The op'ning daisy, wet with dew^ 
 
 No purer is, than Nannie O 1 
 
 Come weel, come woe, I care na' by, 
 I'll tak what heav'n will sen me O ; 
 
 Nae ither care in life hae I, 
 
 But live and love my Nannie O ! Burns, 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. — Bland, vol. vi. p. 70S. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Wm. Knyvett. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 The rose, the sweetly blooming rose, 
 
 Ere from the tree it's torn. 
 Is like the charms which beauty shews. 
 
 In life's exulting mom. 
 
404 
 
 But ah ! how soon its sweets are gone. 
 
 How soon it withering lies ! 
 So, when the eve of life comes on, 
 
 Sweet beauty fades and dies : 
 Then, since the fairest form that's made. 
 
 Soon withering we shall find, 
 Let each possess what ne'er will fade, 
 
 The beauty of the mind. C. Fox. 
 
 Argyll Rooms. 
 
 ODE for 4 Foices, 
 
 To the Memory of the late Mr. Samuel Webbe, some 
 years Secretary to the Noblemen's Catch Club, Se- 
 lected by a Committee, for adaptation to Music, The 
 words by William Linley, Esq.* 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Chaunt we the requiem, solemn, sad, and sweet ; 
 
 And mute awhile, amid the festive throng. 
 
 Be joy's inspiring song \ 
 
 Strew we with cypress boughs the Muses' seat > 
 
 For he, the father of the varying lay. 
 
 Of pain, and sicknesr., long the suffering prey. 
 Sinks to the grave, and leaves unstrung the lyre, 
 Silent each liquid note — extinct its sacred fire. 
 
 List to that pliintive strain ! — 
 
 Was it "Thy voice, O Harmony !"t that sung 
 Anselmo's magic lyre unstrung — 
 
 Ne'er o.i th' enraptur'd sense to burst again 
 
405 
 
 Those chords so sweetly wild, so full, so clear ? 
 It was thy " awful sound !" — the distaut bell 
 Beats slow, responsive to the anthem's swell, 
 
 That pours the parting tribute o'er his hallow'd bier. 
 **When winds breath soft, J" where rests Anselmo's clay? 
 
 Round our lamented minstrel's shrine 
 
 Shall "Forms unseen §" the deathless wreath entwine, 
 Soft warbling in the breeze the tributary lay. 
 
 Argyll Rooms. 
 
 • Brother to the late Mrs. Sheridan. 
 
 t "Thy voice, O Harmony! with awful sound!" Music by 
 Webbe, poetry by Congreve. 
 I " When winds breathe soft.'* See p. 287- Music by Webbe. 
 
 § " By fairy hands their knell is rung. 
 By forms unseen their dirge is sung." 
 From the Glee composed by Dr. Cooke, which gained a prize in 
 1771> " How sleep the brave." Poetry by Collins 
 
 The preceding words were set to music by several professional 
 gentlemen, and the prize assigned to Mr. C. Evans, as being the 
 best composition. 
 
 Mr, Samuel Webbe gained twenty-seven prizes, by his com- 
 positions in music. He died, at his chambers in Gray's Inn, on Sa- 
 turday, May 26, 1816, aged 7^, and was buried in St. Pancras 
 Churchyard, near Mr. Danby, his master. 
 
4m 
 
 GLEE* for 4 Voices, 
 (Con. 2 Tens . and Base.) 
 
 At that dread hour, when beams celestial day, 
 And the world's idle pomp dissolves away. 
 When, dreadful in his wrath, th' Almighty shrouds 
 His awful thunders, in a night of clouds ! 
 When Power's vast fabric, shall be rent in twain, 
 And monumental flatt'ries plead in vain ! 
 On thy lone grave the star of peace shall shine, 
 O Faith ! and saints thy hallow'd form enshrine ; 
 Breathe life immortal o'er thy humble sod. 
 And bear thee, wing'd with Hope, triumphant to thy 
 God ! fVm, Liiiley, Esq, 
 
 • The words selected from a poem, by the Composer of the 
 
 Music. Gained the Prize, May 22, 1821, at the Noblemen's Catch 
 
 Club. 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices.— J as, Elliot, -^Prhe 1821, 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Invest my head with fragrant rose. 
 That on fair Flora's bosom grows ! 
 Distend my veins with purple juice. 
 That mirth, may through my soul diffuse ! 
 'Tis wine, and love, and love in wine, 
 Inspires our youth, with flames divine. 
 
407 
 
 Thus, crownM with Paphian myrtle, I 
 In Cyprian shades, will bathing lie ; 
 Whose snow, if too much cooling,* then 
 Bacchus shall warm my blood again. 
 'Tis wine, and love, and love in wine, 
 Inspires our youth with flames divine. 
 
 * Single* Ai'gyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE fw 4 roice*.— C. S. Evans.— Pme 1821 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Great Bacchus ! place me near the bowl, 
 
 That I may quench my thirsty soul 
 
 In floods of wine. — Bring me, boy. 
 
 The largest goblet — fill it high. 
 
 Sparkling like fair Hebe's eye. 
 
 Who does not drink, and fill again. 
 
 Endures a life of care and pain. 
 
 Quaff the rich and purple stream, 
 
 Joy, in every eye shall beam ; 
 
 And, in transports of delight. 
 
 Let wine, and music, crown the night. 
 
 John Bayley, Esq, of the Madrigal Society, 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
408 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Voices » — Lord Mornington.* 
 
 ^Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 A SONNET. 
 
 O BIRD of eve ! whose love- sick notes 
 
 I hear across the dale. 
 Who nightly to the moon and me, 
 Dost tell thy hapless tale : 
 ^ O hear a brother mourner's plaint ! 
 
 To Chloe'sf w^indow fly. 
 Tell her I bleed for love of her. 
 For love of her I die. 
 
 Universal Mag. March IJJ^yP* l^l* 
 
 * Father to the Duke of Wellington, 
 f Anna's. 
 Ml' Sale, (Secretary to the Noblemen's Catch Club) first set, p.l. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Lord Mornington. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Hbrk let me lie, where infant flow*rets grow. 
 Where sweetest verdure, paints the ground below. 
 Where the shrill warblers, charm the solemn shade, 
 And zephyrs, pant along the cooler glade ; 
 Where happy silence lulls the quiet soul. 
 And makes it calm as summer's waters roll. 
 
 Mr. Sale, first set, p. 3. 
 
409 
 
 ON GENERAL MONK. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Lord Morningtox. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Rest, warrior, rest, what wonders hast thou done ! 
 Restored Britannia, and an empire won ; 
 Falling, thou conquer* st in the arms of death, 
 And hail'st the triumph with thy parting breath. 
 To tell the tale, no marble can suffice. 
 Behold thy hist'ry in a nation's eyes. 
 Though to this hallowed shrine in tears we come, 
 Asserted Albion is her hero's tomb. 
 
 Mr. Sale, first set, p* 8. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. — Lord Mo^nington. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Soft Sleep ! profoundly pleasing power, 
 Sweet patron of the peaceful hour, 
 O listen, from thy calm abode, 
 And hither Avave thy magic rod : 
 Extend thy gentle soothing sway. 
 And charm the canker care away. 
 
 Mr. Sale, first set, 5. 12. 
 
 2m 
 
410 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Lord Mornington, 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Choicest work of this creation, 
 
 Nature's fairest sweetest flow'r ; 
 Care for thee has no cessation. 
 But increases every hour. 
 
 too lovely charming creature. 
 Maid by whom my heart's subdu'd ; 
 
 Graces shine in every feature, 
 Such before was never view'd. 
 
 liispir'd by thee, I long, I burn. 
 
 To give thy worth the highest praise ; 
 
 1 wish to pay a just return. 
 
 But weak and feeble are my lays. 
 
 Mr. Sale, first set> p. 20. 
 
 corydon's song.* 
 GLEE Jar 5 Voices, — Wm. Horsljey, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 3 Tens, and Base.) 
 '* Well, then, I will begin, for I hate contention ; 
 
 L 
 
 Oh the sweet contentment, 
 The countryman doth find ! 
 
 Heigh trolloUie loe. 
 
 Heigh trollollie lee. 
 
4U 
 
 That quiet contemplation 
 
 Posse sseth all my mind : 
 Then care away, 
 And wend along with me, 
 
 V. 
 
 The ploughman, though he labour hard, 
 Yet on the holy -day, 
 
 Heigh trollollie loe. 
 
 Heigh trollollie lee, 
 No emperor so merrily 
 Does pass his time away : 
 
 Then care away, 
 
 And wend along with me. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The cuckoo and the nightingale 
 Full merrily do sing, 
 
 Heigh trollollie loe. 
 
 Heigh trollollie lee. 
 And with their pleasant roundelays. 
 Bid welcome to the spring : 
 
 Then care away, 
 
 And wend along with me. 
 
 Walton's Compleat Angler, p, 164, John Chalkhill, Esq, 
 3d Collection, Birchall, p. ^T. 
 
 * Eight verses. 
 
 was choicely fitted to the occasion : I shall love you for it a^ long a« 
 I know you. I would you were a brother of the angle: for a com- 
 panion that is cheerful and free from swearing and scurrilous dis- 
 
 2n2 
 
412 
 
 course is wrorth gould. I love such mirth as does not make friends 
 ashamed to look upon one another next morning ; nor men that can 
 not well beare it, to repent the money they spend w^hen they b« 
 warmed with drink j and take this for a rule, — You may pick out 
 rich times, and such companies, that you may make yourselfs mer- 
 rier for a little, than a great deal of money ; for *tb the company, 
 and not the charge, that makes the feast." 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Lord Mornington. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base ) 
 
 Bbneatii this rural cell. 
 Sweet-smiling Peace and calm Content 
 
 Far from the busy crowd sequestered dwell; 
 Mortals approaching near. 
 The hallow'd seat revere. 
 Nor bring the loud tumultuous passions here ; 
 For not for these is meant 
 The sacred silence of the stream. 
 Nor cave prophetic, prompting fancy's dream j 
 If with presumption rude 
 Thy daring steps intrude 5 
 •Know, that with jealous eye. 
 Peace and Content will fly ; 
 The thoughtful genius of this lone abode. 
 And guardian spirit of this solemn wood, 
 
 Will sure revenge the sacrilegious wrong : 
 
413 
 
 Reflection's tear will then in secret flow. 
 
 And all the haunted solitude belong 
 To Melancholy's train. 
 Who points the sting of pain 
 With keen remorse, and oft redoubled woe. 
 
 Mr. Sale, first set, p. 14. 
 
 THH EVJSNING WALK. , 
 
 GLEE for 4 roice*.— Wm. ^^^.m^e., 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 How sweet the calm of this sequestered shore, 
 
 Where ebbing waters musically roll, 
 And solitude, and silent eve restore 
 
 The soft, the placid temper of the soul. 
 The sighing gale, whose murmurs lull to rest 
 
 The busy tumult of declining day. 
 To sympathetic quiet soothes the breast. 
 
 And ev'ry emotion dies away. — Miss Carter, 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 MAY DAY. 
 
 ROUND /or 4, 8, or 2 Voices.— -^^ Horsley, M.B 
 
 The village bells ring merrily. 
 The milkmaid sings so cheerily ; 
 2n3 
 
414 
 
 With flowery wreaths and ribbons crown'd, 
 Now May-day comes its annual round ; 
 The May-pole rears its head so gay, 
 While^ on the turf, all dance and play. 
 
 31 rs. Hutitcr. 
 Single, Chappell's. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices,—}. Eccles. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 I. 
 
 Wine does wonders ev'ry day, 
 M^es the heavy light and gay. 
 
 Throws off all their melancholy ; 
 Makes the wisest ^o astray. 
 And the busy toy and play. 
 
 And the poor and needy, jolly. 
 
 II. 
 
 Wine makes trembling cowards bold, 
 Men in years forget they're old. 
 
 Women leave their coy disdaining, 
 Who, till then, were shy and cold ; 
 Makes the niggard slight his gold, 
 And the foppish entertaining. 
 
 John Croivne, 1601), 
 
 Justice Busy, acte(j at LihcoIn*s-Inn-Fields. 
 
 I^onvito, p. 72.-^Single, Birchall. 
 
415 
 
 MADRIGAL for 4 roic65.— Wm. Bbale. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Come let us join the roundelay, 
 And sing the jocund time away ; 
 While the fauns and satyrs round. 
 Dance along on fairy ground ; 
 And the merry nymphs and swains, 
 Gaily trip these rural plains ; Fal, la, la. 
 
 Single, Birchall 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Tcwce*.— Wm. Realk. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 This pleasaunt monthe of Male 
 
 The faunes and satyres trippe it, 
 Alle Nature now is gaie \ 
 The lively nymphes, and gentle swaynes, 
 
 See, see, how lighte they skippe it, 
 Thirsis cease toe lamente ; 
 
 Let not despayre overtake thee. 
 Thy mistresse will relente ; 
 She comes to ease thye woundedde heart. 
 
 Then up, sad swayne, and wake thee. 
 Fal, la, la. 
 
 Joseph Gwilt, jE'.svy, 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
416 
 
 GLEE for 5 Foic^*.— Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (2 Cons. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Awake, awake, my lyre ! 
 
 And tell thy silent master's humble tale. 
 
 In sounds that may prevail ; 
 Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire : 
 
 Though so exalted she, 
 
 And I so lowly be. 
 Tell her such different notes make all thy harmony. 
 
 Now all your forces try. 
 
 Now all your charms apply, 
 Revenge upon her ear, the conquest of her eye. 
 
 Sleep,sleep, again, my lyre ! 
 
 For thou canst never tell my humble tale, 
 
 In sounds that will prevail ; 
 Nor gentle thoughts in her inspire. 
 
 All thy vain mirth lay by. 
 
 Bid thy strings silent lie ; 
 Sleep, sleep again, my lyre ! and let thy master die. 
 
 Cowley, 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 171' 
 
417 
 
 FAIRY GLKB. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. — Wm. Hawes. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 I. 
 
 Wb fairy folk delight in sport. 
 
 And pass the summer's night in sport ; 
 
 fn many a ring. 
 
 We dance and sing. 
 And sometimes, even fight in sport. 
 
 The zephyr, bends the broom for us, 
 And wafts the night's perfume for us, 
 
 And the moonlight plays. 
 
 On the golden sprays; 
 That bower the banquet-room for us. 
 
 II. 
 
 Unshod, the pearly dew we cross, 
 Unmarr'd the blossom's hue we cross, 
 
 And the feather shook 
 
 On the breezy brook, 
 Will carry all our crew across. 
 
 Her light the glow-worm finds for us. 
 The gnat her shrill horn winds for us ; 
 
 And the spider's wire. 
 
 From brier to brier. 
 When we bestride it, swings for us. 
 
418 
 
 III. 
 
 We ever are inclined to good, 
 
 And watch with eager mind the good y 
 
 Nor is aught displayed 
 
 In all that's made^ 
 Wherein we cannot find a good. 
 
 Would mortals be possessed, like us. 
 Of pleasure, peace, and rest, like us, 
 O let them be 
 Guiltless as we. 
 And then they will be bless'd like us. 
 
 J, F, M» Bovaston, 
 Bingle, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 A SONG. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices^—R. J. S. Stevens, 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Go, lovely rose ! 
 Tell her that wastes her time and me, 
 
 That now she knows. 
 When I resemble her to thee, 
 How sweet, and fair, she seems to be. 
 
 Tell her that's young. 
 And shuns to have her graces spied. 
 
 That hadst thou sprung 
 In deserts, where no men abide. 
 Thou must have uncommended died. 
 
419 
 
 Then, die ! that she, 
 The common fate of all things rare, 
 
 May read in thee : 
 How small a part of time they share, 
 That are so wond'rous sweet and fair. 
 
 Waller's Poems. 
 
 5th Collection, p. 12. Preston. 
 
 THE MAY FLY. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices,— T>t. Callcott. 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 
 Poor insect, what a little day 
 
 Of sunny bliss is thine. 
 And yet thou spread' st thy light wings gay, 
 
 And bid' St them spreading shine. 
 
 Thou humm'st thy short and busy tune. 
 
 Unmindful of the blast. 
 And careless while 'tis burning noon. 
 
 How short that noon has past. 
 
 A shower would lay thy beauty low. 
 
 The dew of twilight be 
 The torrent of thy overthrow. 
 
 Thy storm of destiny. 
 
420 
 
 llien, insect, spread thy shining wing, 
 
 Hum on thy busy laj^. 
 For man, like thee, has but his spring. 
 
 Like thiiie it fades away. — Mary Robinson, 
 
 Single, BhchalL — Dr. Callcott*s book by Horsley, p. 56. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices.— W^. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.J 
 
 Hither boy, a goblet bring, 
 Be it of wine's ruby spring, 
 Bring me one, and bring me two. 
 Nought but purest wine will do ; 
 Wine's the sun, the moon, sweet soul, 
 We will call the waning bowl ; 
 Bring the sun, and bring him soon. 
 In the bosom of the moon. 
 Dash us with tliis liquid fire. 
 It will thoughts divine inspire; 
 And by nature tauglit to glow. 
 Let it like the waters flow. 
 
 Translated from the Persian <// Hafez, 
 
 Birchall, first Collection, p. 5. 
 
421 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Sweet nymph of my devotion, 
 Let thy smile 
 My heart beguile, 
 For care 's an idle notion ; 
 Then let love be free ! 
 
 Since Nature gave thee beauty : 
 
 Grant a kiss, 
 
 The highest bliss. 
 For know it is thy duty ; 
 
 Listen girl to me. Teter Pindar, 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 355. 
 
 MOTETT for 5 Fbices.—Wu. Bealb. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Observe the rising lilies snowy grace. 
 
 Observe the various vegetable race. 
 
 They neither toil nor spin, but careless grow. 
 
 Yet see how warm they blush, how bright they glow : 
 
 What regal vestments can with them compare. 
 
 What king so shining, or what queen so fair ? 
 
 Paraphrase on the 2Sth and^th verses 
 of the 6th Chapter of St. Matthetv. 
 Single, Birchall. 
 2o 
 
422 
 
 TO THE ROSE, 
 
 GLEE /or 4 FbiVe^.— Wm. Beale. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Go rose, and on Themira's breast. 
 
 Find, happy flower, thy throne and tomb. 
 When jealous of a fate so bless'd. 
 
 How shall I envy thee thy doom ? 
 Should some rude hand approach thee there. 
 
 Guard the sweet shrine thou wilt adorn. 
 Ah, punish those who rashly dare. 
 
 And for my rivals keep thy thorn. 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 CHANGE OF LOVE. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Wm. Beale, 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens . and Base.) 
 Once did I sigh and groan. 
 
 Drink tears, draw loathed breath, 
 And all for love of one 
 
 Who did affect my death ; 
 But now, thanks to disdain ! 
 
 I live relieved of pain. 
 For sighs, 1 singing ^o^ -'*• 
 
 1 bum not as before. 
 No, no, no, no, no, no ! 
 
 Wm, DrummoncVs Poems, 
 Single, Birchall. — Also, by Wm. Horsley, for 4 Voice*. 
 
423 
 
 THE MYNSTRELL's SONG OF ELYNOUR. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Toice^.—WM. Horslky, M. JB. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 As Elynour by the green lesselle* was sitting, 
 
 As from the sun's heat she had harried. 
 She said, as her white hands white hosen was knitting, 
 What pleasure it is to be married. 
 
 Sing hey down a dee. 
 And hoe down a dee. 
 And derry down dee. 
 
 My husband, Lord Thomas, a forester bold. 
 
 As ever clove pin or the basket. 
 Does no cherysareneysf from Elynour hold \ 
 
 I have it as soon as I ask it. 
 
 Sing hey down a dee, &c. 
 
 When I liv'd with my father in merry Cloud-deil, 
 Though 'twas at my life to mind spinning 5 
 
 I still wanted something, but what ne could tell ; 
 My lord father's barb'd hall no winning. 
 
 Sing hey dovm a dee, &c. 
 
 Lord Walter, my father, he loved me well. 
 
 And nothing unto me was needing ; 
 But should I again go to merry Cloud-dell, 
 
 In sothen 'twould be without redeynge.J 
 
 Sing hey down a dee, &c. 
 
 * Hedge. f Comforts. J Advice. 
 
 2o2 
 
424 
 
 She said, and Lord Thomas came over the lea, 
 
 As he the fat derkynns* was chacehig, 
 She put up her knitting, and to him went shee 5 
 So we leave 'em both kindly embraceing. 
 
 Chatterton*^s Poems, 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 ^ • Young deer. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. — William Beale. 
 
 Now the star of day is high, 
 Fly, my girls, in pity fly ; 
 Bring me wine in brimming urns, 
 Cool my lip, it burns, it burns; 
 Sunn'd by the meridian fire, 
 Panting, languid, I expire ; 
 Give me all those humid flowers, 
 Drop them o'er my brow in showers. 
 Scarce a breathing chaplet now 
 Lives upon my feverish brow ; 
 Every dewy rose I wear 
 Sheds its tears, and withers there. 
 
 18M Ode of ^nacreon. 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
425 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices.—Wu. Horsley, M. B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Come, gentle zephyr, lend thy aid,. 
 
 Forsake yon gliding spring, 
 To seek my lovely weeping maid ; 
 
 Oh ! wave thy swiftest wing. 
 And when you find the blooming fair, 
 
 Oh tell her what I feel ; 
 In plaintive murmurs to her ear, 
 
 My sighs, my vows reveal. liannie, 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 222. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Fo/ce^.— Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 CCon. Ten. and Base.) 
 Hail I sweet patroness of song, 
 Welcome here our shades among; 
 To thee we pour the vocal lay. 
 In catch, and glee, and roundelay ; 
 Here then wake thy tuneful shell. 
 Here with us thy votaries dwell. 
 Let thy notes molodious rise. 
 Filling the soul with ecstasies ; 
 Combining all the magic pow'r of sound, 
 Let nought but harmony be heard around. 
 
 Rev, Thomas Beaumont, 
 
 Birchall, single, dementi's Vocal Hamony, p. 450. 
 2o3 
 
426 
 
 GLEE for 3 ro/c^5.— Wm. Horsley, M, B. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 When shall we three meet again ? 
 Oft shall glowing hope expire. 
 Oft shall wearied love retire, 
 Oft shall death and sorrow reign. 
 Ere we three shall meet again. 
 Though in distant lands we sigh, 
 Parched beneath a hostile sky. 
 Though the deep between us rolls, 
 Friendship shall unite our souls ; 
 Still in fancy's rich domain. 
 Oft shall we three meet again. 
 
 MUs VardeiL 
 
 Single, dementi. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Thomas F. Walmisley. 
 
 Do you, said Fanny, t'other day. 
 
 In earnest love me, as you say ; 
 
 Or are those tender words applied, 
 
 To fifty girls alike beside ? 
 
 Dear, cruel girl, cried I, forbear ; 
 
 For by those eyes, those lips, I swear — 
 
 She stopped me as the oath I took, 
 
 And cried, you 've sworn — now kiss the book. 
 
 Elegafit EAtracta, 
 
427 
 
 GLEE for 5 Foice*.— Thomas F. Walmisley. 
 Island of bliss ! amid the subject seas. 
 That thunder round thy rocky coasts, set up, 
 At once the wonder, terror, and delight 
 Of distant nations ; whose remotest shores 
 Gan soon be shaken by thy naval arm. 
 Not to be shook thyself, but all attempts 
 Baffling, as thy hoar cliffs the loud sea-wave. 
 
 Thomson's Seasons, 
 
 THE FAIRY OF THE DALE. 
 
 GLEE for 3 roice.9.— Thomas F. Walmisley. 
 
 £With an Accompaniment for the Pianoforte.] 
 Who is it that sleeps on the cowslip bed. 
 Or kisses the leaves of the flow'ret red ? 
 Who is it that sports with the violet blue. 
 And weighs down the heath-bell with pearly dew ? 
 'Tis the Fairy of the Dale. 
 
 Who is it that perches on downy wings, 
 And merrily frisks as the throstle sings ? 
 Who is it that sits by the glow-worm's fire. 
 Playing soft music on the magic lyre ? 
 'Tis the Fairy of the Dale. 
 
 Who is it that gambols in sunny ray. 
 Coursing fair gossamer along the way ? 
 Who is it that laughs at the arrow's race. 
 And flits round the earth in a moment's space ? 
 'Tis the Fairy of the Dale. 
 
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 Who is it that plays with the phosphor Hght^ 
 And the way-worn traveller mocks by night 3 
 Who is it that frightens the maidens fair,. 
 With coughs from the hedge, or screams in the air? 
 Tis the Fairy of the Dale. 
 
 TFritten hy the Tlev.U, S. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Thomas F. Walmisley.. 
 
 On parent knees, a naked new-born child. 
 Weeping thou sat'st, while all around thee smil'd.. 
 So live ! that sinking in thy last long sleep, 
 Galm thou may'st smile, while all around thee weep. 
 
 Sir William Jones. 
 
 TO PITY. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fo?ces.T— -Thomas F. Walmisley. 
 
 Hail ! lovely pow'r ! whose bosom heaves the sigh. 
 
 When fancy paints the scene of deep distress, . 
 Whose tears spontaneous crystallize the eye. 
 
 When rigid fate denies the power to bless : . 
 Not all the sweets Arabia's gales convey 
 
 From flow'ry meads, can with that sigh compare. 
 Nor dewdrops glitt'ring in the morning ray. 
 
 Seem ne'er so beauteous as that falling tear. 
 
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 BI>ITAPH ON A ROBIN. 
 
 GLEE for 3 ro/ce^.— Thomas F. Walmisley. 
 
 Tread lightly here, for here, 'tis said, 
 When piping winds are hushed around, 
 A small note wakes from under ground. 
 
 Where now his tiny bones are laid. 
 
 No more in lone and leafless groves. 
 With ruffled wing and faded breast. 
 
 His friendless, homeless spirit roves. 
 
 Gone to the world where birds are blest ! 
 
 Where never cat glides o'er the green, 
 Or schoolboy's giant form is seen. 
 But love, and joy, and smiling spring. 
 Inspire their little souls to sing. 
 
 S. Rogers, Esq, 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices, — Thomas F. Walmislby. 
 
 My mind is my kingdom ; but if thou wilt deign 
 A queen there to reign without measure. 
 
 Then come o'er its wishes, and homage to reign. 
 And make it an empire of pleasure. 
 
 Then of thoughts, and emotions, each mutinous crowd, 
 
 That rebell'd at stern reason and duty. 
 Returning, will yield all their loyalty proud 
 
 To the halcyon dominion of beauty. 
 
 T, Carnphell^ Esq, 
 
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 GLEE for 5 Voices. — ^Thomas F. Walmislby. 
 
 Thou hast an eye of tender blue. 
 And thou has locks of Daphne's hue, 
 And cheeks, that shame the morning's break^ 
 And lips, that might for redness make 
 
 Roses seem pale beside them : 
 But whether soft, or sweet as they. 
 Lady, alas ! 1 cannot say, 
 
 For I have never tried them,. 
 
 Yet thus created for delight^ 
 Lady, thou art not lovely quite. 
 For dost thou not this maxim know. 
 That prudery is beauty's foe, 
 
 A stain that mars a jewel ? 
 And e'en that woman's angel face 
 Loses a portion of its grace. 
 
 If woman's heart be cruel. 
 
 Viscount Strangford, from Camoens* 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices. — ^Thomas F. Walmislby. 
 
 Busy, curious thirsty fly,^ 
 Drink with me, and drink as I ;. 
 Freely welcome to my cup, 
 Couldst thou sip, and sip it up. 
 
 • Made extempore by a gentleman, occasioned by a fly drinking 
 out of his cup of ale. 
 
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 Make the most of life you may, 
 
 Life is short, and wears away : 
 
 Both alike are mine and thine. 
 
 Hastening quick to their decline ; 
 
 Thine 's a summer, mine no more, 
 
 Though repeated to threescore ; 
 
 Threescore summers when they're gone. 
 
 Will appear as short as one. Ethmdge, 
 
 * [Yet this difference we may see 
 'Twixt the life of man and thee : 
 Thou art for this life alone, 
 Man seeks another when 'tis gone ; 
 And though allowed its joys to share. 
 'Tis virtue here hopes pleasure there.] f 
 
 ChappelPs, Single. 
 * This Verse is not in the Glee. 
 t This moral finale was added by the Rev. Mr. Plumptrec ; see 
 his ** Collection of Songs," Vol. I. p, 257, where a third verse ap- 
 pears to the original composition, which was probably omitted by 
 Ritson, from its incongruity of metaphor. 
 
 CANZONET /or 3 Voices. ^Wm.Bealr, 
 
 (Treble, Con. and Base.) 
 
 O HARK ! my love, on ev'ry spray. 
 
 Each feather'd warbler tunes his lay ; 
 
 'Tis beauty fires the ravish'd throng, 
 
 And love inspires the melting song : 
 
 Then let my raptur'd notes arise. 
 
 For beauty darts from Emma's eyes. 
 
 Richard Heivitt. 
 Birchall. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Fmce^.— Wm. Hawbs. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 In yonder bower lies Pleasure sleeping, 
 
 And near him mourns a blooming maid, 
 He will not wake, and she sits weeping. 
 
 When, lo ! a stranger proffers aid j 
 His hurried step, and glance of fire, 
 
 The god of wishes wild declare. 
 Wake Pleasure, wake, exclaims Desire, 
 
 And Pleasure wakes to bless the fair. 
 But soon the maid in luckless hour, 
 
 Desire asleep is doom'd to view ; 
 Try Pleasure, try, she cries, your power, 
 
 Ar\d wake Desire, as he woke you. 
 Fond girl ! thy pray'r exceeds all measure. 
 
 Distinct his province each must keep ; 
 Desire shall ever wait on Pleasiu*e, 
 
 And Pleasure lull Desire to sleep. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 ON AN EAULY PRIMROSE. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices.— y^^i. Hawes. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 SwRBT modest floweret, that beneath the thorn 
 
 Unfold' St thy beauties in the lonely dell \ 
 I meet thy fragrance in the breath of morn. 
 In wilds where solitude and silence dwell ; 
 
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 Mow like the rustic poet's lot is thine, 
 
 Whom Nature taught the simple song to raise, 
 
 Doom'd in oblivion's darkest shades to pine. 
 He chants, but seldom gains the mead of praise 
 
 So in some pathless desert thou art prone 
 To shed thy sweet perfume, and fade unknown. 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 ANNOT LYLE S SONG. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fo/ce^.— Wm. Hawes. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Wert thou like me, in life's low vale. 
 
 With thee how blest that lot I 'd share ; 
 With thee I 'd fly, wherever gale 
 
 Could waft, or bounding galley bear \ 
 But parted by severe decree. 
 
 Far different must our fortunes prove. 
 May thine be joy ! enough for me 
 
 To weep and pray for him I love. 
 The pangs this foolish heart must feel. 
 
 When hope shall be for ever flown. 
 No sullen murmur shall reveal. 
 
 No selfish sigh shall ever own ; 
 Nor will I, through life's weary years. 
 
 Like a pale drooping mourner move. 
 While I can think my secret tears 
 
 May wound the heart of him I love, 
 
 Walter Scott, 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 2 p 
 
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 EPITAPH. 
 THE COLLECTOR. — (WRITTEN AT SPITHEAD.) 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices. — ^Wm. Hawes. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Hark ! hark ! to the knell. 
 It comes in the swell 
 
 Of the stormy oceaivwave ; 
 Tis no earthly sound, 
 But a toll profound 
 
 From the mariner's deep sea grave. 
 
 There in the billow. 
 The sand their pillow. 
 
 Ten thousand men lie low ; 
 And still their dirge 
 Is sung by the surge 
 
 When the stormy night winds blow. 
 
 Sleep, warrior ! sleep. 
 On your pillow deep. 
 
 In peace ; for no mortal care, 
 No art can deceive, 
 No anguish can heave 
 
 The heart that once slumbers there. 
 
 Cambridge Neivspaper, 
 
 Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 AN IMITATION. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. — Wm. Hawes. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 What means this strangeness now of late, 
 
 Since time must truth approve, 
 This distance may consist with state, 
 
 It cannot stand with love. 
 'Tis either cunning or distrust, 
 
 That may such ways allow ; 
 The first is base, the last unjust. 
 
 Let neither blemish you. 
 
 For if you mean to draw me on, 
 
 There needs not half this art ; 
 And if you mean to have me gone. 
 
 You overact your part. 
 If kindness cross your wishM content. 
 
 Dismiss me with a frown ; 
 ril give you all the love that's spent. 
 
 The rest shall be my own. 
 
 Sir Robert Ay ton, 1516. 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 GLEE for 5 Voices.-^^TA, Hawes. 
 (Treble, Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Love, though divided, marks my ev'ry line, 
 
 On that I live more constant than the dove ; 
 Vows unto him I pay, whose power divine 
 Ends as it first began, nought else but love. 
 
 Chatelar's Effusions of Love, 
 
 Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Fbice*.— Wm. Hawes. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Dear are the bonds, my willing heart that bind, 
 Form'd by three chords, in mystic union twin'd ; 
 The first by beauty's rosy fingers wove. 
 The next by pity, and the third by love. 
 Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Foices,—WM, Hawks. 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 Goe thy waie, since thou will goe. 
 There is none shall stay thee, noe ! 
 Lyche thy vowes, be thou untrue. 
 Always changeing old for new ; 
 And as thou hast beene false to menny. 
 Be not constant unto ennye. 
 
 Goe thy waie. 
 
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 Yet I will not curse those eies 
 Where bewytching bewtye lyes, 
 Noe, nor wish that form defaced, 
 Where so bad a mynd is placed; 
 Wythe thy bewtye few can stryve, 
 Wythe thy falshood nonne alyve ; 
 
 And as, &c. Goe thy waie. 
 
 Lyve, then, styll, pryde of the cyttie, 
 Voyde of love, as voyde of pittye j 
 Bee not tyed to tooe, or three. 
 There is choyce enough for thee. 
 And when thou waxest out of date. 
 Then repent thee, though too leate ; 
 And as, &c. Goe thy waie. 
 
 But when all thy choyce is spent, 
 If thy false heart chance relent. 
 That relenting Fll disdayne. 
 If thou entreate my love again, 
 Then shalt thou heare me thus reply. 
 No, no, I dare thee, leest I dye ; 
 
 For as, &c. Goe thy waie. 
 
 Ail Old English Ballad. 
 
 Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 GLEE/c;r 5 Voices.^\Vm. Horslev, M. B. 
 
 (2 Cons. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 
 Why, gentle shepherd, on the mountain's hrow, 
 With dangerous footsteps dost thou love to go ? 
 Has Amarillis' voice thy bosom charm'd. 
 And all, and all thy tender feeling warm'd ? 
 With anxious, anxious love, and soft desire, 
 Return, thou pensive swain, the amorous fire 5 
 O make, O make the reed declare thy flame. 
 And teach the echoes Amarillis* name ; 
 Thy warblings sweet will her fond passion move. 
 And bend her altered soul to thee and love. 
 
 2c?. vol, of Poetical Amusements at a 
 Villa near Bath, 
 2d. Edition revised, p. 34.-^Birchall. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Forces.— Wm. Hawes. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Sjbb the glasses, they are empty 
 Fill, fill, fill ! my soul is dry. 
 Sure such wine as this will tempt ye 
 
 To carouse in sympathy. 
 Thirsty souls, like plants aspiring, 
 Moisture ever are desiring 5 
 Thus caressing 
 Nature's blessing, 
 We '11 the sober world defy. 
 
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 See the bottle, how its beauty 
 
 Smiles, smiles, smiles in every face, 
 We to Bacchus owe a duty. 
 
 Drink, brave heroes ! drink apace : 
 Could the globe be fiird with claret. 
 Souls like our's would never spare it 5 
 Ever drinking. 
 Void of thinking. 
 We '11 the happy hour embrace. 
 
 Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Foice*.— Wm. Hawes. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Love, like a bird, born in a cage. 
 
 In bondage gaily sings 5 
 Nor sighs to rove, but prizes more 
 
 His fetters, than his wings ; 
 Then do not strive those chains to break. 
 
 Though lighter than a feather ; 
 They 're twin'd so closely round the heart. 
 
 That both must break together. 
 
 Henry Neek, Esq 
 Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 THE GREENLAND HUNTER. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Foices.-^Br, Chard * 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Cold are the breezes on Greenland's coast, 
 Where breakers of ice meet the billow 5 
 
 But Love, is the Greenland hunter's host. 
 His pole-star, his pilot, his pillow 5 
 
 Joyous he welcomes the solar ray. 
 Dancing the twilight all away. 
 
 When the Sun o'er his hazy horizon rides, 
 In his radiant course thus surroundhig. 
 
 In his fur clad surge, through the valleys he slides. 
 Where the bear, and the beaver are bounding 5 
 
 How jovial the sports of a Greenland day. 
 
 Hunting the six months'" sun away ! 
 
 Pale, pale is the light of the pokr star. 
 
 From the chase that directs him so weary ; 
 When the Sun in the ocean sinks his car. 
 
 And consigns him to darkness so dreary ; 
 How sweet in the arms of his love to lay, 
 Slumb'ring the six months' night away. 
 
 3IS. 
 * Organist of Winchester. 
 
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 GLEE for 3 FMce^.— Dr. Chard. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base) 
 
 O ! WHEN shall I visit the land of my birth, 
 The loveliest land on the face of the earth ! 
 When sliall I those scenes of affection explore, 
 Our forests, our fountains. 
 Our hamlets, our mountains. 
 With the pride of our mountains, the maid I adore ! 
 O ! when shall I dance on the daisy white mead. 
 In the shade of an elm, to the sound of the reed ! 
 
 When shall I return to that lowly retreat. 
 Where all my fond objects of tenderness meet ! 
 The lambs, and the heifers that follow ray call, 
 My father, my mother, 
 My sister, my brother, 
 And dear Isabella, the joy of them all ! 
 O ! when shall I visit the land of my birth, 
 ^Tis the loveliest land on the face of the earth ! 
 
 MS. 
 
 GLEE, for 4 Voices, — S. Webbb. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Serene and mild we view the evening air. 
 The pleasing picture of the smiling fair \ 
 A thousand charms our sev'ral senses meet. 
 Cooling the breeze with fragrant odours sweet ; 
 
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 But, sudden, if the sable clouds deform 
 The azure sky, and threat the coming storm, 
 Hasty we flee, ere yet the thunders roar. 
 And dread what we so much admir'd before, 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 14. 
 
 • GLEE for 3 Voices. — Sam. Long. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Where'er you tread, your foot shall set 
 The primrose and the violet ; 
 Nature, her charter shall renew, 
 And take all lives of things from you j 
 The world depend upon your eye, 
 And, when you frown upon it, die. 
 Warren, No 3, p. 32. — dementi's Vocal Hai-mony, p, 24. 
 
 GLEE /or 6 Foices.—Br, Callcott. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 Soft and safe tho' lowly grave. 
 
 Fast o*er thee my tears shall flow 5 
 Only hope the hapless have. 
 
 Only refuge left for woe. 
 Constant love, and grief sincere. 
 
 Shall thy hallow' d turf pervade ; 
 And many a heartfelt sigh and tear. 
 
 Hapless youth, shall soothe thy shade. 
 
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 Lighted by the moon*s pale shine, 
 
 See me, to thy memory true. 
 Lowly bending at thy shrine. 
 
 Many a votive flow'r to strew. 
 But how little do these flowr's 
 
 Prove my love and constancy 5 
 Yet a few sad fleeting hours. 
 
 And, dear youth, I'll follow thee. 
 No sweet flow'rets ! no such charms. 
 
 No such virtues can ye boast ; 
 Yet he's torn from my fond arms. 
 
 Yet my faithful love is cross'd ; 
 But a radiant morn shall rise. 
 
 Loitering moments, faster flow. 
 Till with him, I tread the skies. 
 
 Smile at death, and laugh at woe. 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 137. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. — ^Thos. Cooke. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 A Knight there came from the field of slain. 
 His steed was drench'd with the falling rain , 
 He rode to the forest, to rest his head. 
 Till the day should dawn, on his grassy bed ; 
 But his Avounds bled fast, and his courser fell. 
 Ere he reached the brook in the forest dell ; 
 
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 His shield hung low, and the moon*s wan beam 
 
 Shone sad and soft on the murmuring stream ; 
 
 He could not wind his bugle horn. 
 
 And he died (at the brook) ere the early mom. 
 
 Pray for the soul of the knight who fell 
 
 At the mossy brook, in the forest dell ; 
 
 Peace to his shade ! Amen, amen. — Thomas Cooke, 
 
 Single, Goulding's. 
 
 MILLER AND HIS MEN. 
 
 ROUND, /or 3 Voices,— U, B. Bishop. 
 
 When the wind blows, 
 
 When the mill goes. 
 Our hearts are all light and merry ; 
 
 When the wind drops, 
 
 Then the mill stops, 
 We drink, and sing hey down derry. 
 
 Single, Goulding's. 
 
 GLEE for 6 Voices, — Thos. Attwood. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten and Base.) 
 In tatter'd weed, from town to town, 
 
 Is hapless Primrose doomed to stray, 
 Compeird, a wretched wanderer known, 
 
 To seek a home from day to day : 
 
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 Barefoot, as she strolls forlorn, 
 0*er the flmt or pointed thorn, 
 Silent must her sorrow be. 
 Her madrigal, sweet charity. 
 At evening will the village hind. 
 
 In rapture listen to her song. 
 And buy her toys, in hope to find 
 
 What future joys to him belong. 
 
 Alderman S. Birch, Esq, 
 Single, Monzani. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices.^T. F. Walmislby, 
 
 (2 Trebles and 2 Bases.) 
 
 (With double Accompaniment.) 
 
 Ye mariners of England, 
 
 That guard our native seas. 
 Whose flag has brav'd a thousand years 
 
 The battle and the breeze ! 
 Your glorious standard launch again. 
 To match another foe. 
 As ye sweep 
 Through the deep. 
 While the stormy tempests blow ! 
 
 While the battle rages loud and long. 
 And the stormy tempests blow ! 
 2o 
 
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 The spirits of your fathers. 
 
 Shall start from every wave ; 
 For the deck it vras their field of fame, 
 
 And ocean was their grave ; 
 Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell. 
 
 Your manly hearts shall glow ! 
 As ye sweep, &c 
 
 Britannia needs no bulwark, 
 
 No towers along the steep 5 
 Her march is on the mountain waves, 
 
 Her home is on the deep ; 
 With thunders from her native oak. 
 She quells the floods below ! 
 As they roar. 
 On the shore, &c. 
 
 The meteor flag of England 
 
 Shall yet terrific burn; 
 Till danger's troubled night depart. 
 
 And the star of peace return. 
 Then, then, ye ocean warriors ! 
 Our song and feast shall flow, 
 To the fame, 
 Of your name. 
 When the storm has ceased to flow. 
 When the fiery fight is heard no more^ 
 And the storm has ceased to blow. 
 
 T. Campbell, Esq, 
 
 Single, Mouzani, 
 
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 FAIRY GLEE /or 4 Voices.-^Yf^. Hawbs. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 RECITATIVE. 
 
 Sing me the song thou usedst, when our faries 
 Stole thee, whilst sleeping, from the nether world, 
 
 And thou didst wake from human infancy, 
 Helpless, yet lovely in thy helplessness, 
 
 Into a fairy's full maturity. 
 
 GLEE. 
 
 'Tis merry, 'tis merry, to wander in air, 
 And sport away life without sorrow or care: 
 Oti the cloud, in the wind, on the foam of the sea, 
 Still the fairy's at home, and still merry is he ; 
 Vain pleasure ! light merriment ! happiness ? no; 
 'Tis a flower tliat springeth and bloometh below ; 
 It mocks at our clime, at our sky, at our art, 
 'Tis the flower of feeling, its soil is the heart : 
 The smile of true love is the sunshine it wears. 
 Tis merry, &c. 
 
 And it oft looks the brightest when dewy with tears. 
 Oh! the tears that are shed on the breast that we love, 
 Are jewels all fairy-land's treasures above. 
 'Tis merry, &c. 
 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
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 GLEE /or 3 Fo/ce5.— Wm. Hawes. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 And for 3 Voices hy Dan by. 
 
 The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build 
 Her humble nest, lies silent in the field ; 
 But if the promise of a cloudless day, 
 Aurora, smiling, bids her rise and play. 
 Then straight she shews 'twas not for want of voice. 
 Or power to climb, she made so low a choice : 
 Singing, she mounts, her airy wings are stretched 
 Towards heaven, as if from heav'n her notes she 
 fetch'd. Waller. 
 
 Single, Argyll Eoomi. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Vokes.-^Z. Wilbyb. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Thus saith my Cloris bright. 
 
 When we of love sit down and talk together: 
 
 Beware of love (deere) 
 
 Love is a sprite ! 
 
 A walking sprite ! 
 
 And love is this and that. 
 
 And oh ! I wot not what ; 
 
 And comes, and goes againe, I wot not whither. 
 
 No, no, these are but bugs, to breed amazing. 
 
 For in her eies I saw his torchlight blazing ! 
 
 Book— J. Gwilt, Esq. p. 33. 
 
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 MADRIGAL /or 4 roices.^J. Wbelkes. 
 
 (2 Cons, and 2 Bases.) 
 
 Our country swains in the morris dance, 
 
 Thus woo and win their brides ; 
 Will, for our town, for Kate the next prance, . . 
 The hobby-horse at pleasure frolic rides. 
 I woo with tears. 
 
 And ne'er the near, 
 I dye in grief. 
 And live in fear. 
 
 Book— J. Gwilt, Esq. p. 1 , 
 
 MADRIGAL for 4 Fbices,—J, Wilbyb. 
 (2 Cons, and 2 Bases.) 
 
 Happy streams ! whose trembling fall 
 
 With still murmur softly gliding, 
 Happy birds ! whose chirping call 
 
 With sweet melody delighting. 
 Hath moved her flintie and relentless hart 
 
 To listen to your harmony. 
 And sit securely in these downs apart, 
 
 Inch anted with your melody. 
 Sing on, and carrol forth your glee. 
 She graunts you leave her rayes to see. 
 2q3 
 
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 Happy were I, could love 
 But so delight her ; 
 
 But aye, alas ! my love 
 Doth still despight her. 
 
 Book — J. Gwilt,Esq. p. 6. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Foices.--J. Bennet. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 I WANDER up and down, and fain would rest me, 
 Yet cannot rest, such cares do still molest me ; 
 All things conspire, I see, 
 
 And this consent in. 
 To find a place for me. 
 Fit to lament in. 
 
 Book— J. Gwilt, Esq. p. 13. 
 
 MADRIGAL for 4 Foices.—J. Wilbyb. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base ) 
 When Cloris heard of her Amintas dying, 
 She grieved then for her unkind denying, 
 Oft sighing sore, and with a heart unfayned, 
 I dye ! I dye 1 I dye ! she thus complayned j 
 Whom when Amintas spyed. 
 Then both with joy outcryed, 
 I love, I love, sweet Cloris' eye. 
 And I^ Amintas, till I dye ! 
 
 Book— J. Gwilt, Esq. p. 23. 
 
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 MADRIGAL /or 4 Voices.--^. Wilbyb. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 As matchlesse beauty thee a phoenix proves, 
 Fair Leonilla, so thy sowre sweet loves ; 
 For when young Aeon's eye thy proud hart tames : 
 Thou dyest in him, and livest in my flames ! 
 
 Book— J. Gwilt, Esq. p. ^. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Voices, -^3, Dowland. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Come again. 
 Sweet love doth now invite 
 
 Thy graces that refrain 
 To do me due delight. 
 To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die, 
 With thee again, in sweetest sympathy ! 
 
 Book— J. Gwilt, Esq. p. 39. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Voices, — Robert Johnson< 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Defyled is my name full sore. 
 
 Through cruel spyte and false report. 
 That I may say for evermore, 
 
 Farwell, my joye ! adewe, comfort ! 
 
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 Full wrongfully yee judge of mee. 
 Unto my fame a mortal wounde : 
 
 Say what ye list, it will not bee, 
 Ye seeke for that cannot be founde. 
 
 Book— J. Gwik, Esq. p. 53. 
 
 The above short poem, by the manuscript from which it was 
 taken, appears to have been composed about the time of Henry th« 
 Eighth. It was, with another, communicated by a very judicious 
 antiquary lately deceased, whose opinion of them was, that they 
 were written either by, or in the person of Anne Boleyn ; a conjec- 
 ture which her unfortunate history renders very probable. 
 
 Sir J* Hawkins, 3d. vol. p. 30, 
 
 MADRIGAL for 4 Voices, ---Taos, Bateson. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Damb Venus, hence ! to Paphos goe, 
 
 For Mars is gone to the field ; 
 He cannot tend sweet Love's embrace. 
 
 In hand with spear and shield : 
 
 The roaring cannons thunder out 
 
 Such terrors as not fit 
 
 A tender impe of your regarde. 
 
 Which dairing still doth sit. 
 
 Book— J. Gwilt, Esq. p. 60. 
 
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 . MADRIGAL for 4 Voices, — J. Bennet. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Sing loud, ye nymphs and shepherds of Parnassus ! 
 With sweet delights your merry notes consenting, 
 Since time affords to banish love relenting, 
 Fortune, she smiles sweetly still to grace us. 
 Book-— J. Gwilt, Esq. p. 73. 
 
 MADRIGAL for 4 Voices,—^. Bennet. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Cruel, unkind ! my heart, thou hast bereft me, 
 And wilt not leave while any life is left me, 
 And yet, and yet, and yet, still will I love thee. 
 Book-^. Gwilt, Esq. p. 83. 
 
 MADRIGAL for 4 Foices,--J, Farmer. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Thirsis, thy absence grieves my wounded heart, 
 Yet I rejoyce to be in thy esteem ; 
 
 Ah woe is me ! that now I must depart 
 From thee. 
 More dear to me 
 
 Than Crcesus' wealth ; 
 
 But if on earth I may not see thy face, 
 
 I *11 fly to he'av*n, to seek thee in that place. 
 Book— J. Gwilt, Esq. p. 86. 
 
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 MADRIGAL /or 4 Foices.—G^o, Kirbyb, 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.; 
 
 What can 1 doe, my dearest 1 
 
 Of thy sweet help deprived, 
 Of those thy fair eyes, 
 
 By which I still have lived ! 
 How can my soul endure. 
 
 Thus charged with sadness. 
 Exile from thy dear sight. 
 
 So full of gladness. 
 
 Book— J. Gwilt, Esq. p. 90. 
 
 MADRIGAL for 4 Voices, — John Bennet. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Thirsis, sleepest thou? holla, let not sorrow slay us. 
 Hold up thy head, man, said the gentle Melibceus, 
 See, summer comes again, the country's pride adorning, 
 Hark how the cuckoo singeth this fair April morning: 
 Oh ! oh ! said the shepherd, and sighed, as one all 
 
 undone. 
 Let me alone, alas ! and drive him back to London. 
 
 Book— J. Gwilt, Esq. p. 97. 
 
455 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Foices.^J. Wilbyb, 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Fly not so swift, my deere ! behold me dying, 
 If not a smiling glance for all my crying, 
 
 Yet kill me with thy frownes ; 
 The satyrs ore the lawnes full nimbly dauncing, 
 Frisk it apace to view thy beauties glancing ; 
 
 See how they coast the downes : 
 Fayne would^st thou turn and yeeld them their delight. 
 But that thou fear'st least I should steale a sight. 
 
 Book— J. Gwilt, Esq. p. 102. 
 
 MADRIGAL far 4 To/ce^.— T. Bateson. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. and Base.) 
 
 Whither so fast ? see how the kindly flowers perfume 
 
 the aire. 
 And all to make thee stay ; 
 The climbing woodbind clipping all these bowers, 
 For feare thou passe away ; 
 Fortune our friend, our foe will not gainesay, 
 Stay but a- while, Phoebe no tell-tale is, 
 Kisse she her Endimion, I *11 my Phoebe kisse. 
 
 Book—J. Gwilt, Esq. p. 109. 
 
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 MADRIGAL/or 4 Voices.-^G. P. A. Prenbstine. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 False loue^ now shoot, and spare not. 
 Now doe thy worst, I care not ; 
 And to dispatch mee 
 
 Vse all thine art, and all thy craft to catch mee ; 
 For yeeres amisse bestowed 
 I now repent me. 
 
 And time consumed in vain pursuites I languish, 
 That brought me nothing else but griefe and anguish ; 
 And now at length have vowed 
 At liberty to live, since to assaile mee. 
 Both thy bow and thy brand nought doth ava} le thee ; 
 For, from thee, good nor ill, comfort, nor sorrow, 
 1 will not hope, nor feare now, nor to-morrow.* 
 
 Book — J. Gwilt, Esq. p. 114. 
 
 * Only 50 copies of the above Madrigals, by J. Gwilt, Esq. were 
 piinted, the plates of which were afterwards destroyed. The Editor 
 has observed, with great regret, how much the beautiful style of 
 Madrigal composition is become neglected j and but for their being 
 now and then brought forward by such persons, would be entirely 
 forgotten. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices,— -Wm Hawks. 
 (2 Cons. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 With eyes upraised, as one inspired. 
 Pale Melancholy sat retired. 
 And from her wild sequester'd seat, 
 In notes by distance, made more sweet. 
 
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 Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul, 
 And dashing soft from rocks around. 
 Bubbling runnels join'd the sound : 
 
 Through glades and glooms, the mingled measure stole, 
 Or o*er some haunted stream with fond delay 
 In hollow murmurs died away; 
 
 When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthier hue. 
 Her bow across her shoulders slung, 
 
 Her buskms gemm'd with morning dew. 
 Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung,' 
 The hunters' call, to fauns and dryads known. 
 The oak-crown'd sisters, and her chaste-eyed queen. 
 Satyrs and sylvan boys were seen. 
 Peeping from forth their valleys green ; 
 Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear. 
 And Sport leapt up, and seized his beechen spear. 
 
 From Collins' s Ode on the Passions, 
 
 Argyll Rooms. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fbices.— Wm. Horsley, M. B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Dear is my little native vale. 
 
 The ring-dove builds and warbles there ; 
 Close by my cot she tells her tale 
 
 To ev'ry passing villager. 
 In orange groves and myrtle bowers. 
 
 That breathe a gale of fragrance round, 
 I charm the fairy-footed hours 
 
 With my loved lute's romantic sound ; 
 2r 
 
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 The shepherd's horn at break of day. 
 
 The ballet danced in twilight glade ; 
 The canzonet, and roundelay. 
 
 Sung in the silent woodland shade ; 
 These simple joys, that never fail, 
 Shall bind me to my native vale. 
 
 Samuel Rogers, Esq, 
 Single, Chappell's. 
 
 ANACREONTIC for 2 Foices,-'WM. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 Born I was to meet with age. 
 
 And to walk life's pilgrimage ; 
 
 Much, I knoiv, of time is spent. 
 
 Tell I can't, what's resident; 
 
 Howsoever, cares adieu, 
 
 I '11 have nought to say to you ; 
 
 But I '11 spend my coming hours. 
 
 Drinking wine, and crown'd with flowers. 
 
 Herrick, 1640. 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices. — John Sale. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 The various seasons of the year, 
 As they successively appear. 
 Life's stages, as they roll, display, 
 And much morality convey j 
 
459 
 
 In spring we bud, in summer blow, 
 And in the prime of manhood glow ; 
 In autumn, we in part decay. 
 And winter, sweeps us quite away. 
 Then take the boon, kind Heaven bestows, 
 In bloom of youth, when beauty glows ; 
 Be bless' d to-day, perhaps to-morrow 
 May clouded rise, and teem with sorrow. 
 
 Universal Mag. p. 156. 
 J. Sale. 
 
 GLEE for 5 ^zcc5.— John Sale. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Say, lovely rose, since half reveaFd 
 
 My view thy beauty meets. 
 Has dread of morning's bleak wind beitl'd 
 
 The fragrance of thy sweets ? 
 Yet dearest to the enamour' d sight 
 
 Thy purple form appears. 
 As, blushing o'er the moss's height. 
 
 Thy cup its head uprears. 
 Trust, whilst thy outward leaves are shewn, 
 
 Our fancy paints the rest ; 
 Once seen, adieu ! thy all is known 
 
 To fancy's flatt'ring test. 
 
 2r2 
 
460 
 
 Such are the charms my fair one deck, 
 
 In person as in mind : 
 Where half-seen, heaves her swelling neck. 
 Half-told her sense I find. 
 
 Universal Mag, 1788. 
 J. Sale, 2nd. set, p. 14. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — John Sale. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. and Base.) 
 The smiling morn, the breathing spring. 
 Invite the tuneful birds to sing ; 
 And while they warble from each spray, 
 Love, melts the universal lay. 
 Let us, Amanda, timely wise. 
 Like them, improve the hour that flies, 
 And in soft raptures waste the day, 
 Among the shades of Endermay. 
 
 David Matlet, 
 J. Sale, 2nd set, p. 25. 
 
 pLEE for 4 Voices, — ^Lord Mornington. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Go, tell Amynta, gentle swain, 
 I would not die, nor dare complain ; 
 Thy tuneful voice with numbers join. 
 Thy words will more prevail than mine. 
 
461 
 
 For souls oppress d, and dumb with grief. 
 The gods ordain' d this kind relief. 
 That music should in sounds convey 
 What dying lovers dare not say, 
 A sigh, or tear perhaps she '11 give. 
 But love, on pity cannot live; 
 Tell her that hearts, for hearts were made, 
 And love, with love is only paid. 
 
 Drydetu 
 
 J. Sale, 2nd. set, p. 1.— T. Durfey*s Songs, vol. iv. p. 302. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices.-^J, Sale. 
 (2 Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Blow on, ye winds, descend, soft rain. 
 
 To soothe my tender grief; 
 Your solemn music lulls my pain. 
 
 And gives me short relief. 
 In some lone corner would I sit. 
 
 Retired from human kind. 
 Since mirth, nor show, nor sparkling wit. 
 
 Can please my anxious mind. 
 
 The sun, which makes all nature gay. 
 
 Torments my weary eyes. 
 And in dark shades I spend the day. 
 
 Where Echo sleeping lies ; 
 2r3 
 
462 
 
 The sparkling stars, which gaily shine. 
 
 And glitt'ring deck the night, 
 Are all such cruel foes of mine, 
 I sicken at the sight. Aviary, p* 142. 
 
 J. Sale, 2nd. set, p. 11. 
 The above Glee is by mistake given to Lord Mornington. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. — Step. Paxton. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Great father Bacchus, to my song repair, 
 For clustering grapes are thy peculiar care ; 
 For thee, large bunches load thy bending vine. 
 And the last blessings of the year are thine ; 
 To thee, his joys the jolly Autumn owes, 
 When the fermenting juice, the vat overflows. 
 Come, Bacchus, strip with me, come, drench all o'er 
 Thy limbs in musts of wine, and drink at every pore. 
 
 MADRIGAL /or 4 Voices. —-Tvlo^. Ford, 1607. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 There is a lady sweet and kind. 
 Was never face so pleased my mind ; 
 I did but see her passing by, 
 And yet I love her 'till I die. 
 
463 
 
 Her gesture, motion, and her smiles. 
 Her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles; 
 Beguiles my heart, I know not why, 
 And yet I love her 'till I die. 
 
 Cupid is winged, and doth range 
 Her country, so my love doth change; 
 But change she earth, or change she sky, 
 Yet will I love her 'till I die. 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 The above beautiful Madrigal was brought to the Ancient Concert, 
 
 in the yeai* 1820, by Mr. Bartleman, and was one of the last things 
 
 sung by him. 
 
 To the Memory of James Bartleman, 
 Formerly a Chorister, and Lay Clerk of Westminster Abbey, 
 And Gentleman of his Majesty's ChapePs Royal. 
 Educated by Dr. Cooke, 
 He caught all the taste and science of that great Master ^ 
 Which he augmented, and adorned. 
 With the peculiar powers of his native genius j 
 He possessed qualities which are seldom united j 
 A lively enthusiasm, with an exact judgment. 
 And exhibited a perfect model 
 Of a correct stile, and a commanding voice; 
 Simple and powerful, tender and dignified. 
 Solemn, chaste, and pm-ely English. 
 His social and domestic virtues 
 Corresponded with those Rare endowments j 
 Affectionate, and liberal, sincere and open-hearted : 
 He was not less beloved by his Family, and Friends, 
 Than admired by all, for his pre-eminence 
 In his Profession. 
 
 Written by the Rev. Dr. Ireland, Dean of St. Peter*s, Westminster. 
 
 He was Born 19th of September, 1769. 
 
 Died 15th April, 1821. 
 
 And was buried in the Cloister, near his beloved Master. 
 
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 GLEE for 4 Foice^,-— Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Treble, Con; Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee. 
 The shooting stars attend thee, 
 
 And the elves also. 
 
 Whose little eyes glow, 
 Like the sparks of fire befriend thee. 
 
 No Wil-o-th'-wisp mislight thee. 
 Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee. 
 
 But on, on thy way. 
 
 Not making a stay. 
 Since ghosts there's none t*affright thee 
 
 Let not the dark thee cumber 5 
 What though the moon does slumber. 
 
 The stars of the night 
 
 Will lend thee their light. 
 Like tapers (clear) without number. 
 
 Thus Julia let me woo thee. 
 Thus, thus to come unto thee. 
 
 And when I shall meet 
 
 Thy silvery feet, 
 rU yield my soul unto thee. Herrick, 1640. 
 
 Single, Chappell's. 
 
465 
 
 THALABA. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices.— ^x, Callcott. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 
 O VALE of many waters. 
 
 Morn, and night, my age shall groan for you, 
 
 And to the grave go down in sorrow j 
 
 Thou shalt give thy fruits. 
 
 But who shall gather them ? 
 
 Thy grapes shall ripen, 
 
 But who shall tread the vintage ? 
 
 Fly his wrath, for strong is his right hand 
 
 That bends the bow : 
 
 The arrows that he shoots are sliarp, 
 
 And err not from their aim. Ossian, 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 ROSEMARY. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices, — Dr. Callcott. 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Sweet-scented flower, who art wont to bloom 
 
 On January's front severe. 
 And o*er the wint'ry desert drear 
 
 To waft thy waste perfume ; 
 Come, thou shalt form my nosegay now. 
 
 And I will bind thee round my brow ; 
 
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 And as I twine the mournful wreath, 
 
 I'll weave a melancholy song. 
 And sweet the strain shall be, and long. 
 
 The melody of death. Poems of H. K, White. 
 
 Single, Birchall. 
 
 THE REQUEST. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Lord Mornington. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Gently hear me, charming maid, 
 Cupid come, and lend thy aid. 
 Her heart to soothe, my pain remove, 
 Maria smile, and say you love. 
 To be lov'd by one so fair. 
 Is to be bless'd beyond compare. 
 
 The two last lines by H, Carey, 
 J. Sale, 2d. Set. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.-^J, Sale. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Be gone, dull care ! no more Til pine, 
 
 No longer here be found ; 
 Great Bacchus gives me rosy wine. 
 
 With joy, lo ! I am crown'd. 
 
467 
 
 Old Care be gone, with wrinkled brow. 
 No more shalt thou controul ; 
 
 Great Bacchus, at whose shrine I bow. 
 Gives joys, that glad the soul, 
 J. Sale, 2nd set, p. 18. 
 
 GLEE* for 4 Voices.— V^^, Horsley, M. B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 And for 4 Voices — R. Spopforth. MS, 
 
 CCon. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 If those, who live in shepherd's bower. 
 
 Press not the rich and costly bed. 
 The new- mown hay, and breathing flower, 
 A softer couch beneath them spread. 
 
 If those who sit at shepherd's board 
 Soothe not their taste by wanton art. 
 
 They take what Nature's gifts afford, 
 And take them with a cheerful heart. 
 
 If those, who drain the shepherd's bowl, 
 No high and sparkling wines can boast ; 
 
 With wholesome cups, they cheer the soul. 
 And crown them, with the village toast. 
 
 If those who join in shepherd's sport. 
 Gay dancing on the dasied ground, 
 
 Have not the splendour of a court ^ 
 Yet love adorns the merry round. 
 
 Jas* Thomson, 
 
468 
 
 dementi's Vocal Harmony, p. 39. 
 * Sung by Emma, in the Play of "Alfred.'* 
 
 After the Danes had made themselves masters of Chippenham, 
 the strongest city in the kingdom of Wessex, Alfred was at once 
 abandoned by all his subjects. In this universal defection, that 
 monarch found himself obliged to retire into the little Isle of Athelney 
 in Somersetshire, a place then rough with woods, and of difficult 
 access ; there, in the habit of a peasant, he lived unknown for some 
 time, in a shepherd's cottage. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fbfce^.— Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Con 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 What is Love but the desire 
 Of that thing the fancy pleaseth ; 
 A holy, and resistless fire, 
 Weak, and strong alike that seizeth. 
 Which not Heav'n, hath pow*r to let. 
 Nor, wise Nature cannot smother. 
 Nothing, then, is like to love. 
 In the which all creatures be ; 
 From it, ne'er let me remove, 
 Nor let it, remove from me. Drayton, 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Fo/ce^.— Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Sing his praises that doth keep 
 Our flocks from harm ; 
 
469 
 
 Pan, the father of our sheep, 
 
 And, arm in arm, 
 
 Tread we softly in a round. 
 
 Till the hollow neighbouring ground 
 
 Fills the music with her sound. 
 
 Pan, O great god Pan, to thee 
 
 Thus do we sing. 
 
 Thou that keep'st us chaste, and free 
 
 As the young Spring. 
 
 Ever be thine honour spoke. 
 
 From the place where morn is broke ; 
 
 To the place day doth unyoke. 
 
 Beaumont and Fletcher, 
 
 GLEE for 5 Foices.'-WyL, Horsley, M. B. 
 
 (2 Cons. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Sweet smile, the daughter of the queen of love, 
 Expressing all thy mother's powerful art; 
 With which she's wont to temper angry Jove, 
 When all the gods he threats with thund'ring dart. 
 Sweet is thy virtue, as thyself, sweet art. 
 For when on me thou shinedst late in sadness, 
 A melting pleasure ran thro* ev'ry part. 
 And me reviv'd with heart-robbing gladness. 
 Then wrapt in joy resembling heav'nly madness. 
 My soul was ravish' d quite as in a trance. 
 And feeling thence no more her sorrow's sadness. 
 Fed on the fullness of that chearful glance. 
 
 Spencer's Sonn€tS'^S9th 
 2 s 
 
470 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices.^Wu. Horsley, M. B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 When erst bright Venus, yielded up her charms, 
 The blest Adonis languished in her arms ; 
 His idle horn, on fragrant myrtles hung, 
 His arrows scatter'd, and his bow unstrung, 
 Obscure in coverts lie his dreaming hounds. 
 And bay the fancied boar, with feeble sounds. 
 For nobler joys, he quits the savage fields. 
 And all the Hero, to the Lover yields. 
 
 Ft'om Smith's Phcodra and Hippolitus, 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,— Ww., Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Fare thee well ! forget me not. 
 Grant me a thought, I ask no more ; 
 
 Since love's a crime, O cruel lot, 
 And dreams of happiness are o'er. 
 
 Adieu ! forget me not. 
 To me thine image shall be dear. 
 
 Till sighs, and sorrows are forgot, 
 And eyes forget to shed a tear. 
 
 Once more farewell, forget me not. 
 Till feeble Nature's self decay ; 
 
 And we ascend to that bright spot. 
 Where love enjoys eternal day. 
 
471 
 
 GLEE /or 6 Fo/c65.— Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 O Poesy divine, Oh sacred song, 
 To thee, bright fame, and length of days belong. 
 Thou goddess, thou eternity canst give. 
 And bid secure the mortal hero live. 
 
 From the 9th Book of Lucan*s Pharsalia, 
 translated by Howe. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Foices, — ^Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (2 Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Sweet is evening's tranquil time, 
 
 When the day of storms is done ; 
 Sweet the clear cold hour of prime, 
 Night just scatter' d by the sun ; 
 But sweeter far to me 
 
 The dawn of hope, diffused by thee. 
 
 Fro?n Cainoens, hy Lord Strangford, 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 Come my friends let us work. 
 And away to the fork, 
 While the sun shines our haycocks to make ; 
 262 
 
472 
 
 So fine is the day, 
 And so fragrant the hay, 
 That the meadow's as blithe as the wake. 
 
 Oar voices let's raise. 
 
 In* Phoebus' s praise. 
 Inspired by so glorious a theme ; 
 
 Our musical words 
 
 Shall be joined by the birds. 
 And we'll dance to the tune of the stream. 
 
 Smarfs Poems, 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.^WM, Horseby, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 O MOVE blest Zephyrus on lighter wing. 
 
 For lo ! on Nature's flow'ry carpet laid. 
 Amidst the beauties of the glowing spring, 
 
 My Laura slumbers in the fragrant shade. 
 Let not your tuneful sighs her ears invade, 
 
 For whom my soul with ardent passion burns. 
 But still with softest murmurs lull the m 
 
 Whose gentle heart the sacred flame returns. 
 
 Rannie, 
 
473 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.^WM. Horslby, M.B. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Oft I've implor*d the gods in vain, 
 
 And pray'd till Fve been weary ; 
 For once I'll try my wish to gain 
 
 Of Oberon the fairy. 
 Sweet airy being, wanton sprite. 
 
 That lurk'st in woods unseen ; 
 And oft by Cynthia's silver light 
 
 Tripp' St gaily o'er the green. 
 Oh deign once more t' exert thy pow'r 
 
 Haply, some herb or tree ; 
 Sov'reign as juice of western flow'r. 
 
 Conceals a balm for me. 
 So may the glow-worm's glimm'ring light 
 
 Thy tiny fpojtsteps lead ; 
 To some new region of delight 
 
 Unknown to mortal tread. 
 And be thy acorn goblet fill'd. 
 
 With heav'n's ambrosial dew ; 
 From sweetest, freshest flow'rs distill'd. 
 
 That shed fresh sweets for you. Greville, 
 
 2s 3 
 
474 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Adieu ! fond love, farewell ye wanton powers, 
 
 Fm free again ; 
 Thou dull disease of blood, and idle hours, 
 
 Bewitching pain. 
 Fly to the fools that sigh away their time. 
 My nobler love to heav'n doth climb, 
 And there, beholds beauty still young. 
 That time can ne'er corrupt, or death destroy, 
 Immortal sweetness, by fair angels sung 
 And honoured by eternity and joy. 
 There dwells my love, thither my hopes aspire. 
 Fond love declines, this heav'nly love grows higher. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices, — Wm. Horsley, M.B. 
 
 (2 Con3. 2 Tens, and Base,) 
 
 THRotJGHOtJT the world, if it were sought, 
 Fayre words ynough a man shall fynde ; 
 They be good chepe, they cost right nought, 
 Their substance is but only wynde. 
 But well to say, and so to meane. 
 That swete accorde is seldome sene. 
 
 Sir Thos, Wyatt, 
 
475 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. — Wm. Horslby, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Opt with my sweet resounding lyre, 
 
 To sing Atrides' acts I strove ; 
 In vain I struck the trembling wire. 
 
 For nought my heart returned but love, 
 I changed the chords, and tried to sing. 
 
 Great Heresies sprung from heav'nly Jove ; 
 In vain I chang'd each tuneful string. 
 
 My lyre re-echoed nought but love. 
 Henceforth no more with lofty verse. 
 
 In praise of kings, the chords Fll move. 
 No more the warriors acts rehearse. 
 
 Henceforth I'll sing of nought but love. 
 
 From AnacreoUy European Mag. 1804. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 roices. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Hbalth to my fair Adelia. 
 
 Some that know how many months are past 
 
 Since I beheld thy lovely brow. 
 
 Would count an age, at least. 
 
 But, unto me, whose thoughts are still on thee, 
 
 I vow by thy black eyes, 
 
 'Tis but an hour ago. Shirley, 1646. 
 
476 
 
 GLEE for 4 Toice^.— Wm. Horsley, M.B» 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Blow light, thou balmy air,- 
 My lady's couch above ; 
 
 Blow lightly there. 
 
 Ye winds, and spare 
 The slumbers of my love. 
 Let no rude blast be found 
 To mar her gentle sleep ;. 
 
 But all around, 
 
 A dreary sound. 
 And drowsy murmur keep. 
 O fly ! thou balmy air. 
 
 And by her couch remain ; 
 Or blend thee with her breath, and bear 
 Its balm to me again \ 
 
 But lightly go. 
 
 And gently blow. 
 Blow softly as my strain. 
 Ye winds that, borne in happier hour. 
 May wanton as ye will. 
 
 If round the bower 
 
 Ye have the power 
 To creep and murmur still, 
 
 O lightly go. 
 
 And gently blow. 
 And let her slumber still. 
 
 Translated from the Spanish — lines 
 Edinburgh Review, No, ^S. 
 
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 GLEE /or 4 Voices.— Wm. Horslbt, M.B. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Cold is the senseless heart, that never strove 
 With the mild tumult of a real flame, 
 Rugged the breast, that beauty cannot tame, 
 Nor youth's enlivening graces teach to love. 
 T'he pathless vale, the long forsaken grove. 
 The rocky cave, that bears the fair one's name, 
 With ivy mantled o'er. For empty fame. 
 Let him amidst the rabble toil, 
 Or rove for plunder far to vrestern clime. 
 Give me, to waste the hours in am'rous play. 
 With Delia, beauteous maid ; or build the rhyme, 
 Praising her flowing hair, her snowy arms, 
 And all that prodigality of charms, 
 Formed to enslave my heart, and grace my lay. 
 
 y. Bamfylde — See Southey*s Specimens of 
 the later English Poets, 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fbices. 
 
 (Gon. 2 T«ns. and Base.) 
 Thbrb is a tender charm in melancholy 
 Surpassing vulgar joys. 
 'Tis sweet to rove at evening. 
 When the lonely nightingale 
 Sings, mournful, her thick warbled song. 
 'Tis sweet to catch, by fits, the solemn breathing sound, 
 
478 
 
 When through the ruins of th' autumnal wood, 
 
 Sighs the sad gale, or the loud wintry wind 
 
 Blows hollow, o'er the bleak and blasted heath. 
 
 But sweeter still the plaintive tones of heavenly Poetry, 
 
 Which lull the heart with grateful sorrow, 
 
 While she speaks of friends, gone to the still abode 
 
 of sleep ! 
 Then tunes her hallow'd notes, to sing the eternal rest j 
 The blissful mansions of unfading heav'n. 
 
 The Rev. Dr. Hunt. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices.. 
 
 (Con. Ten and Base.) 
 
 To-DAy the sunny hours dance by, 
 Dispensing roses as they fly, 
 
 O snatch them !-^for, to-morrow 
 Assailed by tempests, drooping, dead. 
 Perchance their jQow'rs may only shed 
 
 The dewy tears of sorrow. 
 Time flies — death threatens to destroy. 
 The wise, condense life's scatter'd joy. 
 
 Within a narrow measure. 
 Then, Laura, bring the sparkling bowl. 
 And let us yield the raptur'd soul 
 
 To laughter, love, and pleasure. 
 
 From " Horace in London,'* Ode XI. 
 
479 
 
 THE WARNING. 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 No longer cry, I vow I'll leave you, 
 You deceive you, 
 
 If you think to fright me so. 
 Let the whining silly lover, 
 Tears discover ; 
 
 No such fears my breast can know. 
 Never will 1, crowned with willow. 
 On my pillow. 
 
 Sadly sighing lay my head. 
 Nor sing, inspiring scorn or pity, 
 Many a ditty. 
 
 Mourning for a false one fled. 
 While the vows you freely plighted. 
 Are not slighted. 
 
 Constant ever will I be. 
 But, if once the rover playing. 
 You are straying. 
 
 Truer loves shall solace me. 
 
 From thQ Poetical Register, 
 voh VII.;?. 148. 
 
480 
 
 THIS HALCYON. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,— ^i, Cooke. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Why o'er the verdant banks of ooze 
 Does yonder halcyon speed so fast ? 
 
 'Tis all because she would not loose 
 Her favourite calm, that will not last. 
 
 The sun with azure paints the skies. 
 The stream reflects each flow'ry spray. 
 
 And, frugal of her time, she flies 
 To take her fill of love and play. 
 
 You, too, my Sylvia, sure will own 
 
 Life's azure seasons swiftly roll. 
 And when our youth or health is flown. 
 
 To think of love but shocks the soul. 
 
 Could Damon but deserve thy charms. 
 
 As thou art Damon's only theme. 
 He'd fly as quick to Delia's arms. 
 
 As yonder halcyon skims the stream. 
 
 Shemton, 
 
 Birchairs, Single. 
 
481 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 )Fly night away ! 
 And welcome day ! 
 With night we banish sorrow : 
 Sweet air blow soft. 
 Sun, shine aloft, 
 To give my love good-morrow. 
 
 Wings from the wind. 
 
 To please her mind. 
 Notes from the lark Fll borrow \ 
 
 Lark stretch thy wing, 
 
 And tow'ring, sing 
 To give my love good-morrow. 
 
 Ye violets blue. 
 
 Sweet droops of dew. 
 That shine in ev'ry furrow, 
 
 Fresh odours fling 
 
 On zephyr's wing. 
 To give my love good-morrow ! 
 
 Bright Venus spare 
 
 Awhile thy car. 
 Thy Cupid, dove, and sparrow. 
 
 To waft my fair. 
 
 Like thy own star. 
 To give the world good-morrow. 
 
 London Mag, Jan, 1/35, 
 
 ax 
 
482 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Arise, my fair one, come away ! 
 
 See, how the morn with rosy smiles 
 Openb the glorious scene of day, 
 
 And gladdens all the distant isles. 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Come Anacreon, drunken Priest ! 
 
 Drunken Poet ! hither come. 
 Mirth prepares a social feast ; 
 
 Rosy garlands deck the room. 
 Music strikes the trembling strings, 
 
 Pleasure waits the sprightly sound ; 
 Pleasure smiles while Cupid sings, 
 
 Pleasure wafts the notes around. 
 Come Anacreon. 
 
 See, the glad companions meet, 
 
 Brightening joy in ev'ry eye. 
 Full of humour, full of wit ; 
 
 Come Anacreon y come, they cry ! 
 Clean weaves, with curious care. 
 
 Wreaths of roses for thy brows ; 
 Bacchus* joys await thee here, 
 
 Bacchus floods of wine bestows. 
 
48:3 
 
 GLEE, for 4 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Go, you may call it madness, folly. 
 You shall not chase my gloom away 5 
 
 There's such a charm in melancholy, 
 I would not, if I could, be gay. 
 
 Oh, if you knew the pensive pleasure 
 That fills my bosom, when I sigh ; 
 
 You wou'd not rob me of a treasure, 
 Monarchs, are too poor to buy. — Cumberland, 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Whilst I gaze with fond desiring, 
 
 £v*ry former thought is lost 3 
 Sighing, wishing, and admiring, 
 How my troubled soul is tost. 
 
 Hot, and cold, my blood is flowing, 
 
 How it thrills in ev'ry vein ; 
 Liberty and life are going, 
 
 Hope, can ne'er relieve my pain. 
 
 Opera of Polly, hy Gay-^]7'29, 
 
 2r2 
 
484 
 
 GLEE for S Foices, — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Fairest daughter of the day, 
 Lovely goddess, sprightly May, 
 Now is come, with roses crown 'd, 
 Painting where she treads the ground. 
 Lo ! she comes, and in her train. 
 Songs, and dances o'er the plain ; 
 Trees, bedecked with choicest bloom. 
 Spreading round their sweet perfume. 
 Winter is no longer seen, 
 Fields, and bushes, all are green ; 
 , Nature now, in liv'ry gay. 
 
 Welcomes in, the month of May. 
 
 New Ladies Mag, Maj/y 1 786. 
 
 GLEE for 6 Foices. — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 
 But, when she speaks, what elocution flows ! 
 
 Soft as the fleeces of descending snows ; 
 The copious accents fall, with easy art. 
 
 Melting they fall, and sink into the heart. 
 
 Pope, 
 
485 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. — R. Spofforth, 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Kingcup, daffodil, and rose, 
 Shall the fairy wreath compose ; 
 Beauty, sweetness, and delight, 
 Crown our revels of the night ; 
 Lightly trip it o'er the green. 
 Where the fairy ring is seen ; 
 So no step of earthly tread. 
 Shall offend, our lady's head. 
 Virtue, sometimes droops her wing, 
 Beauty's bee, may lose her sting ; 
 Fairy-land can both combine, 
 Roses with the eglantine : 
 Lightly be your measures seen 
 Deftly footed o'er the green ; 
 Nor a spectre's baleful head 
 Peep at our nocturnal tread. 
 
 GLEE for 8 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (2 Cons. 4 Tens, and 2 Bases.) 
 
 Oft in the troubled ocean's face. 
 
 Loud stormy winds arise 5 
 The murm'ring surges swell apace. 
 
 And clouds obscure the skies. 
 2t3 
 
486 
 
 But when the tempest's rage is o*er. 
 Soft breezes smooth the main 5 
 
 The billows cease to lash the shore. 
 And all is calm again. 
 
 YESTERDAY, 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Foices^-^R, Spofforth. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Say, ye studious, grave, and old. 
 
 Tell me, all ye fair and gay. 
 Tell me, where I may behold 
 
 The fleeting forms of — Yesterday ? 
 
 Where's autumnal plenty spread ? 
 
 Winter ! where' s thy boist'rous sway ? 
 Where's the vernal flow' ret fled ? 
 
 Summer ! where' s thy — ^Yesterday ? 
 
 Jocund sprites of social joy. 
 Round our smiling goblet play ; 
 
 Flit, ye pow'rs of rude annoy. 
 Like the ghost of — Yesterday. 
 
 Od'rous sweets, Falernian wine, 
 Hither, boy, with speed convey ; 
 
 Jess'mine wreathes, with roses twine, 
 Ere they fade, like — Yesterday. 
 
487 
 
 Brim the bowl, and pass it round, 
 
 Lightly tune the sportive lay ; 
 Let the festal hour be crown'd. 
 
 Ere 'tis lost, like — Yesterday. 
 
 Sporting Mag. Sept. 1797. 
 
 GLEE /or 5 Voices. — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Go winds, and whisper to my fair, 
 Adom'd with ev'ry pleasing grace : 
 Tell her, this bosom pants with care. 
 Since I beheld her beauteous face. 
 Go, bid the loves that on her wait. 
 Steal softly from her snowy breast : 
 And bring from her, a lover's fate. 
 That yet may make a lover blest. 
 Tell her, I seek the lonely vale. 
 And carve her name on ev'ry tree : 
 That Echo hears my plaintive tale. 
 But only laughs at love, and me. 
 
 Honhle. W. R. Spencer. 
 
 The above is also set for 3 Voices, Con. Ten. and Base^ by John 
 Bayley, Esq. 
 
488 
 
 GLEE for 4 Fozc^^.— R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Shepherd ! seek not wealth nor power. 
 Let the verdant woodbine bower. 
 And the hills, and vales, and trees. 
 And the lonely cottage please. 
 Can the gaudy gilded room. 
 Vie with fields in vernal bloom ? 
 Or Italian airs excel 
 Plaintive tmieful Philomel ? 
 What more charms can splendid dress 
 Give thy lovely shepherdess ? 
 Happier in her humble sphere. 
 Than the daughters of the peer ; 
 'Midst the city's tempting glare 
 Dwell distrust, and strife, and care. 
 Quit not then the farm or fold, 
 Nor exchange thy lot for gold. 
 
 GLEE far 4 Voices. — R. Spofforth; 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Press, press the grape, and let it pour 
 Around the board its purple show'r; 
 And while the drops my goblet steep, 
 1 '11 think — in woe the clusters weep. 
 
489 
 
 Weep on, weep on, my pouting vine ! 
 Heav'n grant no tears, but tears of wine. 
 Weep on ; and, as thy sorrows flow, 
 I'll taste the luxury of woe. 
 
 Thomas Little, or Thomas Moore, 
 
 The Poems from whence the above is taken, are published ander 
 the feigned name of Thomas Little. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 See yon gay goldfinch, hop from spray, to spray, 
 Who sings a farewell, to the parting day -, 
 At large he flies o*er hill, and dale, and down; 
 Is not each bush, each spreading tree his own ? 
 And canst thou think he'll quit his native brier. 
 For the bright cage, o*er-arch'd with golden wire ? 
 What then are honours, pomp, and gold to me ? 
 Are those a price to purchase liberty ? 
 
 From Dione, by Gay. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.; 
 
 Leave wanton bee, those blossoms leave. 
 
 Thou buzzing harbinger of spring ; 
 To Stella fly, and sweeter spoils 
 
 Shall load thy thigh, and gild thy wing. 
 
49() 
 
 Her cheeks^ her lips with roses swell. 
 Not Paphian roses deeper glow : 
 
 And lillies o'er her bosom spread 
 Their spotless sweets, and balmy snow. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 SwKET is the woodbine's honied breath, 
 And sweet the many blossom'd heath ; 
 Sweet the lark's carol, sweet the song 
 That floats the ev'ning breeze along j 
 These varied charms are lost to me. 
 My Delia, when compared with thee. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Winter is past ; the seasons bring 
 Soft breezes with returning spring, 
 At whose approach the Graces wear. 
 Fresh honours in their flowing hair ; 
 The raging Seas forget to roar. 
 And, smiling, gently kiss the shore ; 
 Th' enlivening Suns in glory rise.. 
 And dance resplendent thro' the skies. 
 
 Broome, 
 
491 
 
 GL££ /or 4 Foices. — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Ti-eble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 O Memory ! thou fond deceiver, 
 
 Still importunate and vain. 
 To former joys recurring ever. 
 
 And turning all the past to pain. 
 
 Thou, like the world, th* opprest oppressing. 
 Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe ! 
 
 And he who wants each other blessing. 
 
 In thee must ever find a foe. Goldsmith, 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 NoN euro Taifetto, 
 
 D'un timido amante, 
 
 Che serba nel petto 
 
 Si poco valor. 
 Che trema, se deve. 
 
 Far uso del brando ; 
 
 Ch'^ audace sol quando 
 
 Si parla d' amor 
 
 Opera of Demofoonte — Metastatio, 
 
 Translation. 
 I care not for the affection of a timid lover, that possesses in hi* 
 bosom so little valor. That trembles, when he ought to wield the 
 ivford, and is bold only, when he speaks of \o\&. 
 
49^ 
 
 GLEE far 4 Fo/ce^.— R. Spopforth. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Mio ben, ricordati, 
 
 Se avvien ch'io mora, 
 
 Quanto quest' anima, 
 
 Fedel t' amo 
 lo, se pur amano 
 
 Le fredde ceneri, 
 
 Neir urna ancora 
 
 Ti adorero. 
 O'pera of Alessandro — Metastasio* 
 
 TO DAFFODILS. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices. 
 (2 Trebles, Con. Ten, and Base.) 
 
 Fair Daffodils, we weep to see 
 
 You haste away so soon. 
 As yet the early rising sun 
 
 Has not attained his noon. 
 Stay, stay. 
 
 Until the posting day 
 Has run. 
 
 But to the even' song ; 
 And having pray'd together, we 
 
 Will go with you along. 
 
493 
 
 We have short time to stay, as you, 
 
 We have as short a spring ; 
 As quick a grovrth to meet decay 
 
 As you, or any thing. 
 We die 
 
 As your hours do, and dry 
 Away. 
 
 Like to the summer's rain. 
 Or as the pearls of morning's dew. 
 
 Ne'er to be found again. Herrick, 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — John Bailey, Esq. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Balmy sweetness ever flowing. 
 
 From her dewy lip distills 5 
 Flowers on her cheeks are blowing. 
 
 And her voice with music thrills. 
 Zephyrs o'er the spices flying. 
 
 Wafting sweets from ev'ry tree; 
 Gentle gales with odours cloying. 
 
 Breathe not half so sweet as thee, 
 
 Edward Noore^ 
 
 Single, Ball. 
 
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494 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Fbices,— Taos, Cooke, 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Fill, fill me, boy, as deep a draught, 
 As e'er was fiird, as e'er was quaffd ; 
 But let the water amply flow. 
 To cool the grapes' intemp'rate glow ; 
 Let not the fiery god be single. 
 But, with the nymphs, in union mingle ; 
 For, though the bowl's the grave of sadness. 
 Oh, be it ne'er the birth of madness. 
 No ; banish from our board to-night. 
 The revelries, of rude delight ; 
 To Scythians, leave these wild excesses, 
 Ours be the joy, that sooths, and blesses; 
 And, while the temp'rate bowl we wreath, 
 Our choral hymns shall sweetly breathe ; 
 Beguiling ev'ry hour along. 
 With harmony of soul, and song. 
 
 T. Moore's Anacreon. 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. 
 
 TO PITY. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices,— -T. F. Walmisley. 
 
 Hail, lovely pow'r ! whose bosom heaves the sigh, 
 When Fancy paints the scene of deep distress ; 
 
 Whose tears spontaneous crystallize the eye. 
 When rigid Fate denies the power to bless. 
 
495 
 
 Not all the sweets, Arabia's gales convey 
 
 From flow'ry meads, can with that sigh compare ; 
 
 Nor dew-drops glittering in the morning ray, 
 Seem near so beauteous as that falling tear. 
 
 THE TEAR OF SYMPATHY. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices, — Thos. Attwood. 
 
 (2 Cons. Ten. and Base.) 
 No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears. 
 No gem, that twinkling, hangs from Beauty's ears. 
 Not the bright stars, which night's blue arch adorn, 
 Nor rising suns, that gild the vernal morn, 
 Shine with such lustre, as the tear that breaks 
 For others* woe, down Virtue's manly cheeks. 
 MS, Di\ Darwin, 
 
 RESIGNATION. 
 
 GLEE for 5 Voices, — Thos. Attwood, 
 
 (2 Cons. Ten. and 2 Bases.) 
 There is a mild and tranquil light, 
 Which sheds its gentle influence round. 
 Ere day recedes, and solemn night 
 In silent stillness reigns profound. 
 In darkness, mingling with the ray 
 Which lingers still on Ev'ning's breast, 
 2u2 
 
496 
 
 MS, 
 
 That gives this tinge of sober grey, 
 And lulls the balmy air to rest. 
 Just such a light, so sweet, so clear. 
 Sheds its soft influence on the mind ; 
 When Heav'n, in pity, pours the balm 
 Of holy hope, in hearts resigned. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Thos. Attwood. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 Round some fair tree, th' ambitious Woodbine grows, 
 And breathes her sweets on the supporting boughs ; 
 So sweet the song, th' ambitious song should be, 
 O ! pardon thine, that hopes support from thee. 
 Thee, great Prince, born o*er senates to preside. 
 Their dignity to raise, their councils guide ; 
 Deep to discern, and widely to survey. 
 And kingdoms* fates, without ambition w^eigh. 
 Of distant virtues, nice extremes to blend. 
 The Crown's asserter, and the People's friend : 
 Nor dost thou scorn, amid sublimer views. 
 To listen to the labours of the Muse. 
 Thy smiles protect her, while thy talents fire. 
 And 'tis but half thy glory to inspire ; 
 Receive, lov'd Prince, her tributary laj^. 
 That swells to celebrate thy natal day. 
 MS, 
 
497 
 
 GLEE /or 3 Voices, — Thos. Attwood. 
 
 (2 Trebles and Base.) 
 
 What ! blame thee, child, 
 
 Of the woodland wild. 
 Who chirpest now so cheerily ! 
 
 Oh ! warble again 
 
 Your artless strain. 
 That plays on my heart so merrily. 
 
 A crown I'll entwine 
 
 Of eglantine. 
 On your little brown head to glisten ; 
 
 Its pearls shall be dew. 
 
 And ruddy its hue. 
 For, my bard of the grove, FU pluck it for you. 
 Ere the sun be awake and risen. 
 
 And bright though it be. 
 
 When I give it to thee. 
 Sweet child of content. Simplicity ; 
 
 Its blush will lohi. 
 
 As the moon at dawn. 
 At the burst of thy soul*s felicity. 
 MS» Etonian. 
 
 2v 3 
 
498 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. — Thos. Attwood. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Sweet soothing Hope, allays our pain, 
 Bereav'd of those we fondly love ; 
 While faith imparts, — w^e meet again, 
 Partaking joy in realms above. 
 
 Calm, softly breathing be the gale. 
 Impelling life's expanded sail ; 
 And smoothly flowing be the tide, 
 O'er which, we, to the haven glide. 
 MS, Madikx 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Thos. Attwood. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Hail rustic Tree ! for tho' November's wind 
 Has thrown thy verdant mantle to the ground ; 
 Yet Nature to thy vocal inmates kind, 
 With benies red, thy matron boughs has crown'd. 
 
 Thee do I envy, for April show'rs 
 Will bid again the fresh green leaves expand ; 
 And May, light floating in a cloud of flow'rs, 
 Will cause the to re-bloom with magic hand. 
 
499 
 
 But on ray Spring, when genial dew-drops fell, 
 Soon did Life's North- wind curdle them with frost ; 
 And when my Summer blossom op'd its bell, 
 In blight and mildew was its beauty lost. 
 
 Yet tho' no smishine here is giv'n, 
 A day of brightness may be mine in heav'n. 
 MS, 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices. — ^John Bayley, Esq. 
 
 (2 Trebles, Ten. and Base.) 
 How fair is the rose ! what a beautiful flower I 
 
 The glory of April and May 1 
 But its leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, 
 
 And they wither, and die in a day. 
 
 So frail is the youth and the beauty of man. 
 Though they bloom and look gay, like the rose > 
 
 But all our fond care to preserve them is vain ; 
 Time kills them as fast as he goes. — Dr, Watts, 
 
 GLEE for 3 Voices, — John Bayley, Esq. 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 To the woods I long to go. 
 When the leaves are green, and the meadows smile ; 
 
 When the hawthorns bud and blow. 
 And the spring doth the wintry care beguile. 
 
500 
 
 While the birds are melodiously singing, 
 And the gold- spotted cowslips are springing ; 
 How fresh the flowers, the fields how fair, 
 For ah ! I meet my Phoebe there. 
 
 To the wake I love to go, 
 When autumnal flow'rs her ringlets deck ; 
 
 When the ribbons loosely flow, 
 And wavingly wanton adown her neck. 
 As she trips o'er the field and the furrow. 
 My heart is a stranger to sorrow ; 
 For be it wake, or feast, or fair, 
 Fm sure to meet my Phebe there. 
 
 To the church I long to go. 
 With the merry men and the maidens gay. 
 
 All in dresses white as snow. 
 And blithe as the spring in the month of May. 
 My friends and companions with posies. 
 With garlands, and favours, and roses ; 
 Shall strew the ground, and braid her hair. 
 For Fm to meet my Phebe there. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices, — R. Spofforth, 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 With roses and with myrtles crown'd 
 I triumph ; let the glass go round. 
 
501 
 
 Jovial Bacchus ! ever gay. 
 Come, and crown the happy day. 
 From my breast drive ev'ry care. 
 Banish sorrow and despair. 
 Bid wine and dance, with sportive joy. 
 This delightful hour employ : 
 And, while I worship at thy shrine, 
 Come, thou rosy god of wine. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. 
 
 (Con. 2 Ten?, and Base.) 
 
 Hark ! from beneath the aged spray 
 Where hangs my humble lyre on high. 
 Soft music fills the woodlands grey, 
 And notes aerial warble by I 
 What flying touch, with elfic spell, 
 Bids its responsive numbers swell ? 
 Whence is the deep iEoliun strain. 
 That on the wind its changes flings ? 
 Returns, some ancient bard again ? 
 So wake to life the slumb'ring strings, 
 Or breathed the spirit of the scene. 
 The lightly tremblirt^hords between. 
 Diffusing his benignant power. 
 On twilight's consecrated hour ? 
 
502 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 While ev*ry short-liv*d flower of sense 
 
 Destructive years consume ; 
 Through Friendship's fair enchanting walks 
 
 Unfading myrtles bloom. 
 
 Nor with the narrow bounds of time, 
 
 Its beauteous prospect ends ; 
 But lengthen^ through the vale of death, 
 
 To Paradise extends. 
 
 TO THE NIGHTINGALE. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Foices.^Mt, King. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base ) 
 
 Lone Minstrel of the midnight hour, 
 Who charm' st the silent list'ning plain; 
 
 A hapless pilgrim treads thy bower, 
 To hear thy solitaiy strain. 
 
 How soothing is the song of woe 
 
 To me, whom Love hath doomed to pine ; 
 For 'mid those sounds that plaintive flow, 
 
 I hear my sorrows mix with thine. 
 
 Single, Mr. King. 
 
503 
 
 GLEE fw 4 ^ice5.— Jas. Elliott.— Pme G/ee.* 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 'Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood, 
 More than wine, or sleep, or food. 
 Let each man keep his heart at ease : 
 No man dies of that disease. 
 He that would his body keep 
 From diseases, must not weep ; 
 But whoever laughs or sings, 
 Never he his body brings 
 Into fevers, gouts, or rheums, 
 Or ling'ringly his lungs consumes : 
 But contented lives for aye ; 
 The more he laughs, the more he may. 
 
 Beaumont and Fletcher, 
 Single, Argyll Rooms. • Glee Club. 
 
 GLEE/ar3roeVe.s\ 
 
 (Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 When Friendship, Love, and Truth abound 
 
 Among a band of brothers, 
 The cup of joy goes freely round. 
 
 Each shares the bliss of others. 
 
 Sweet roses grace the thorny way, 
 
 Along this vale of sorrow ; 
 The flowers that shed their leaves to-day. 
 
 Shall bloom again to-morrow. 
 
 How grand in age, how fair ir iyouth. 
 Are holy Friendship, Love, and Truth I 
 
504 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. — Richard Clahk. 
 
 (Con 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 If gold could lengthen life, I swear. 
 It then should be my chiefest care 
 To get a heap ; tha)(/I might say, 
 When Death camejto demand his pay. 
 Thou slave, take this, and go thy way. 
 But since life is n^t to be bought. 
 Why should 1 plague myself for nought ; 
 Give me, to ease my thirsty soul, 
 The joys and comforts of the bowl. 
 
 From Anacreon. 
 
 . GLEE for 4 Fokes, 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 What bliss to life can autumn yield. 
 
 If glooms, and show'rs, and storms prevail, 
 
 And Ceres flies the naked field, 
 
 And flow'rs and fruits, and Phoebus fail. 
 
 Oh ! what remains, what lingers yet, 
 To cheer me in the dark'ning hour; 
 
 The grape remains the friend of wit, 
 In love and mirth of mighty pow'r. 
 
 Haste ! press the clusters, fill the bowl 5 
 
 Apollo, shoot thy parting ray ; 
 This gives the sunshine of the soul, 
 
 Dispels the sorrows of the day. 
 
505 
 
 Still, still the jocund strain shall flow. 
 The pulse with vigorous rapture beat 5 
 
 My Stella with new charms shall glow. 
 And every bliss in wine shall meei 
 
 Haste, &c.^— as before. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Music, Music, heav'nly Music ! 
 
 Queen of ev'ry morning measure ! 
 
 Sweetest source of purest pleasure ! 
 
 Music, why thypow'rs employ 
 
 Only for the sons of joy ? 
 
 Rather let thy numbers pour 
 
 On those whom secret griefs devour : 
 
 Bid be still the throbbing heart 
 
 Of those whom death or absence part. 
 
 And with some whisper'd air 
 
 Soothe the brow of dark despair. 
 
 VICTORY. 
 
 GLEE /or 4 Voices. — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 While the madly raging nations 
 Rush on to furious fight 3 
 2x 
 
506 
 
 ril seek the silver moon-beam, 
 
 And wander by its light, 
 Beneath yon ivied ruin, 
 
 Where the screech-owl sits on high, 
 1*11 forge c the clangous trumpet 
 
 And the shout of victory ! 
 
 Yet dare the sons of rapine 
 
 E'er seek thy rocky coast, 
 Albion, thou favoured island. 
 
 Thy people's pride, their boast ! 
 rU haste, with ev'ry Briton, 
 
 Where England's banners fly ; 
 And hail the clangous trumpet. 
 
 And the shout of victory ! 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices » — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 The garlands fade that Spring so lately wove. 
 
 Each simple flow'r that she had nurs'd in dew ; 
 Anemonies which spangled ev'ry grove. 
 
 The primrose wan, and hare-bell mildly blue. 
 No more shall violets linger in the dell. 
 
 Nor purple orchis vari'gate the plain. 
 Till Spring again shall call forth ev'ry bell. 
 
 And dress with humid hands her ^v^eaths again. 
 
507 
 
 GLEE* /or 4 Vbices.-^R, Spofforth. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Come, lovely nymph ! thy cruel scorn resign ; 
 
 Come, lovely nymph ! and feed thy flocks with mine. 
 
 Happy with thee thro' flow'ry fields I'll stray. 
 
 Or waste, in pleasing toils, the summer-day ; 
 
 Your snowy flock to freshest pasture lead. 
 
 Or by the breezy shore, or verdant mead. 
 
 Irriguous, where the purple vi'lets glow, 
 
 The strawberries ripen, and the roses flow ; 
 
 There soft reclin'd, and banish' d ev'ry care, 
 
 I'll sing, or wreath with flow'rs thy beauteous hair. 
 
 ♦ The Poetry by the Rev. Mr. C , published in a Collection 
 
 of Poems by the Rev. Mr. Blacklock, and other Scotch Gentlemen. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 
 Go then, fond heart, and speed thy way, 
 To the lov'd nymph unkind as fair ; 
 Witli what fierce flames I burn, O say 
 How I'm opprest with bitt'rest care. 
 Tell her what ceaseless torrents flow 
 From these sad eyes, the founts of woe. 
 
 Each fond solicitude that wears 
 My thread of life, I prithee tell; 
 
508 
 
 Yet, midst this bitterness, these tears. 
 If once on me her thought shou*d dwell ; 
 Then will I think that, to excess. 
 My life abounds with happiness. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices » — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Say, by what signs I might have known thy love ? 
 
 My love is fairer than the snowy breast 
 Of the tall swan, whose proudly swelling chest 
 Divides the wave ; her tresses unconfined, 
 Play on her neck, and wanton in the wind 5 
 The rising blushes, which her cheek o'erspread. 
 Are op'ning roses in the lily's bed. 
 
 The Poetry from the pastoral Tragedy of Dione, by Gay. 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — R. Spofforth. 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, 
 A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly ; 
 A flow'r that dies when first it 'gins to bud ; 
 A brittle glass that's broken presently ; 
 
 A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flow'r. 
 Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. 
 
509 
 
 And as goods lost, are seldom or never found ; 
 
 As faded gloss no rubbing will refresh ; 
 
 As flow'rs when dead, lie withered on the gi'ound ; 
 
 As broken glass, cement can ne'er redress; 
 So beauty blemished once, is ever lost, 
 In spite of medicine, painting, pain, and cost 
 
 Shakspeares Poems, 
 
 THE STRAY NYMPH. 
 
 GLEE for 4 ro£ce«..— R. Spoffobth. 
 
 (Con. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 
 Cbasb your music, gentle ^w^ns ! 
 Saw you Delia cross the plains ? 
 Ev'ry thicket, ev'ry grove 
 Have I rang'd to find my love. 
 A kid, a lamb, my flock Fll give, 
 Tell me only doth she live ? 
 White her skin as mountain snow. 
 In her cheek the roses blow. 
 And her eye is brighter far 
 Than the beamy morning star. 
 Tell me, shepherds ! have you seen 
 My delight, my love, my queen ? 
 
510 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices. — R. Spofforth. 
 
 (Treble, Con. Ten. and Base.) 
 Sons of Anacreon, hail ! 
 In concord of sweet sounds. 
 And harmony of soul 5 
 Let's weave the song of joy. 
 And drain the gen'rous bowl. 
 In concord. 
 
 Apollo shields our brows. 
 Great Bacchus is our friend ; 
 Anacreon smiles from heav'n. 
 And bliss shall never end. 
 
 Sons of Anacreon. 
 
 T, Welch. 
 
 ROUND for_ 3 roece^.—W. A. Nield. 
 
 What need of words, to plead the lover's suit? 
 Love is most eloquent, when words are mute 5 
 To strive to conquer love, were useless pain. 
 To strive to hide it, effort spent in vain. 
 
 The words from Tnes, 
 Single, Ai'gyll Rooms. 
 
511 
 
 A FAVOURITE SONG.— T. Attwood. 
 
 Our bugles sung truce; for the night cloud had lowr*d, 
 
 The centinel stars set their watch in the sky. 
 And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower' d. 
 
 The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. 
 Reposing that night on my pallet of straw. 
 
 By the wolf-scaring fire that guarded the slain, 
 At the dead of the night a vision 1 saw; 
 
 And twice ere the cock-crow I dreamt it again. 
 
 Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array. 
 
 Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track. 
 Till autumn and sunshine arose on the way. 
 
 To the house of my friends, who welcomed me back. 
 I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed so oft 
 
 In life's morning march, when my bosom was young. 
 I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft. 
 
 And knew the sweet strain that the corn reapers sung. 
 
 Then pledg'd we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore 
 
 From my home and my weeping friends ne'er to part; 
 My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er. 
 
 My wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart. 
 ''Stay — stay with us ! — rest ! — thou art weary and worn !" 
 
 (And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay ;) 
 But sorrow return 'd with the dawning of mom. 
 
 The voice in my dreaming ear melted away ! 
 
 T. Campbell, Esq, 
 Single, at all the principal Music Shops. 
 
512 
 
 GLEE for 4 Voices, — Wm. Linlby. 
 CCon. 2 Tens, and Base.) 
 EftB yet we slumbers seek. 
 
 Blest queen of song descend ; 
 Thy shell can sweetest speak, 
 
 Good night to ev'ry friend : 
 *Tis pain, 'tis pain to part, 
 
 For e'en one fleeting night ; 
 But Music's matchless art. 
 
 Can turn it to delight. 
 How sweet the farewell glass. 
 
 When music gives it zest 5 
 How sweet their dreams who pass^ 
 
 From harmony to rest. Thoyyms Moore. 
 
 HNIS. 
 
 Printed by G. Hkymv, Little College Street, Westminster. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 A. 
 
 A CHOIR of bright beauties 355 
 
 Adieu! fond love 474 
 
 Adieu ! oh ye bowers • . • 395 
 
 Adieu ! ye jovial youths 10 
 
 Adieu ! ye streams • • 17 
 
 iEtherial race 70 
 
 A gen'rous friendship 2 
 
 Ah ! how Sophia 8 
 
 Ah ! should my love . , 371 
 
 Ah ! why this boding start 7 
 
 A hundred smiling infant 392 
 
 A knight there came 443 
 
 Alas ! poor fly 16 
 
 Albion, thy sea , . 18 
 
 All my sense 9 
 
 Altho' soft sleep 13 
 
 Amidst the myrtles 14 
 
 And ye shall walk 343 
 
 Annot Lyle's song 433 
 
 Are the white hours 6 
 
 Arise, my fair one .^', . 482 
 
 Arise ye winds 8 
 
 Around the festive board 17 
 
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As Elynour 423 
 
 As 1 saw fair Chlora 13 
 
 As it fell upon a day 16 
 
 As I was going to Derby 6 
 
 Ask me, '^ why 11 
 
 *As matchless beauty 451 
 
 As now the shades of eve 5 
 
 As o'er the varied meads 4 
 
 As on a Summer's day 3 
 
 At that dread hour 406 
 
 Awake, iEolian lyre 4 
 
 Awake, fair maid 18 
 
 Awake my lyre 410 
 
 Awake, sweet love 15 
 
 Awake, sweet muse ! 19 
 
 Awake the lute 400 
 
 Away, away, we've crown'd 12 
 
 Away, let nought > 12 
 
 B. 
 
 Bacchus, Jove's delightful boy H^ 
 
 Bacchus, sprightly god 34 
 
 Bacchus, to arms 35 
 
 Bacchus, woiildst thou deign 33 
 
 Balmy gale !................ 24 
 
 Balmy sweetness 492 
 
 Bartleman's epitaph 463 
 
 Beauties have you seen 27 
 
 Beauty is but a vain 508 
 
 Beauty, sweet love ! 28 
 
 Begone dull care 30 
 
m. 
 
 Begone dull care (Sale) 466 ^«'- p»8*' 
 
 Behind yon hills 402 
 
 Behold, my dear 391 
 
 Belinda, see 22 
 
 Beneath a church-yard yew 32 
 
 Beneath this rural cell 412 
 
 Beviamo tutti tre, 26 
 
 Blest is the fairy hour 28 
 
 Blest pair of sirens 20 
 
 Blest power 383 
 
 Blow, blow, thou winter winds 19 
 
 Blow light 476 
 
 Blow on, ye winds 461 
 
 Blow warder 22 
 
 Borne in yon blaze 30 
 
 Bom I was to meet 458 
 
 Boy, who the rosy bowl 29 
 
 Breathe soft, ye winds 24 
 
 Bright o'er the green hill 393 
 
 Bring me flow'rs 31 
 
 Bronte, 34 
 
 Buds of roses 360 
 
 Busy, curious, thirsty fly 430 
 
 But, when she speaks 484 
 
 Buz, quoth the blue fly 2/ 
 
 By Celia's arbour 26 
 
 By mason's art 32 
 
 By the pricking of ray thumbs 28 
 
 C. 
 Canst thou love 54 
 
Cease your music 509 
 
 Cecilia, more than all 54 
 
 Charming maid 59 
 
 Charming to love 57 
 
 Chaunt we the requiem 400 
 
 Chief of the windy Morven 46 
 
 Child of patient industry 398 
 
 Chi mai d'iniqua Stella 50 
 
 Choicest work 410 
 
 Cold are the breezes 440 
 
 Cold is Cadwallo's tongue 45 
 
 Cold is the senseless heart 477 
 
 Come Anacreon 482 
 
 Come again, sweet love 451 
 
 Come bind my hair 56 
 
 Come, bounteous May ! 44 
 
 Come buy my cherries 43 
 
 Come, Clara ! 44 
 
 Come, come all noble souls 36 
 
 Come, fairest nymph 38 
 
 Come, gentle loves 387 
 
 Come gentle zephyr •••••• "^^^ 
 
 Come hither, shepherd's swain 48 
 
 Come Lelia ^^ 
 
 Come let us all a Maying go 46 
 
 Come let us join 415 
 
 Come live with me • 41 
 
 Come, lovely nymph 507 
 
 Come, my friends 471 
 
 Come o*er the brook 368 
 
Come, oh come 46 
 
 Come on the light- wing*d 353 
 
 Come rosy health 60 
 
 Come^ shepherds, come away 87 
 
 Come, shepherds, follow me 51 
 
 Come, shepherds swains 51 
 
 Come, shepherds, we'll follow 37 
 
 Come thou rosy dimpled boy 55 
 
 Come to my longing arms 357 
 
 Come unto these yellow sands 48 
 
 Come ye fairy- footed hours 58 
 
 Come ye party 53 
 
 Concord is conquered 40 
 
 Consigned to dust 36 
 
 Corydon's song 410 
 
 Could a man be secure 47 
 
 Could gold prolong .*. 43 
 
 Crabbed age 52 
 
 Crown the passing hour 377 
 
 Cruel unkind 453 
 
 Cupid and my Campaspe 49 
 
 Cupid, my pleasure 39 
 
 Cynthia ! thy song 52 
 
 D. 
 
 Dainty fine bird 65 
 
 Dame Venus, hence 452 
 
 Daughter of faith ! 346 
 
 Daughter of heav*n 67 
 
 Daughter sweet 62 
 
 Dear are the bonds 436 
 
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Dearest, do not now delay 335 
 
 Dear father 64 
 
 Dear is my little native 457 
 
 Defyled is my name 45 1 
 
 Deh ! dove 66 
 
 Delightful scene ! 68 
 
 Delusive, sightless god 64 
 
 Desolate is the dvrelling , 61 
 
 Die not, fond man • 60 
 
 Discord 61 
 
 Dissi all'amata 68 
 
 Dite o cieli 89 
 
 Do you, said Fanny 426 
 
 Dorinda*s sparkling wit 25 
 
 Doubt thou 64 
 
 Down the burn 345 
 
 Drink to me only 62 
 
 Drink to night 66 
 
 Due begr occhi 63 
 
 Dull repining sons 384 
 
 E. 
 
 Ere sin could blight 70 
 
 Ere yet we slumbers seek 512 
 
 Ethereal race 70 
 
 F. 
 
 l^'alse love 456 
 
 Fair daffodils 492 
 
 Fairest daughter of the day 484 
 
 Fairest daughter of the year 362 
 
 Fair Flora 73 
 
vu. 
 
 Fairy Glee 417 and 447 
 
 Fair Phillis I saw 72 
 
 Fair Susan 7^ 
 
 Fair, sweet, cruel 73 
 
 Fare thee well ! 470 
 
 Farewell to Lochaber 7^ 
 
 Father of heroes ! 78 
 
 Fear no more • 74 
 
 Fill all the glasses 79 
 
 Fill, fill me, boy 494 
 
 Fill high the grapes 79 
 
 Fill the bowl 71 
 
 Fill the horn 349 
 
 Fill your glasses 390 
 
 Flora gave me 7^ 
 
 Flora now calleth 7^ 
 
 Fly night away I 481 
 
 Fly not so swift •.•«.. 455 
 
 Foresters, sound 348 
 
 Forgive blest shade 351 
 
 Friendship, thou social bond ^h 
 
 From Oberon 69 
 
 From the chambers 350 
 
 From the fair Lavinian shore 7^ 
 
 From this roof 7^ 
 
 Fruitful earth 7^ 
 
 Full well our Christian sires 397 
 
 G. 
 
 Gaily I lived 81 
 
 Gales of evening 82 
 
 vol. 
 
• t • 
 
 Vlll. 
 
 Gallant and gayly 84 
 
 Gay being, born to flutter ............ 332 
 
 Gently hear me 466 
 
 Gently touch 83 
 
 Glide slow, you silver floods 385 
 
 Glorious Apollo 1 
 
 Go, Damon, go 88 
 
 Go, feeble tyrant 85 
 
 Go, idle boy -. . 81 
 
 Gone is my heart 86 
 
 Good folk, for gold 347 
 
 Good statesmen 86 
 
 Go, lovely rose ! 418 
 
 Go. puijur'd maid 88 
 
 Go, perjurM man 88 
 
 Go, plaintive breeze 90 
 
 Go. rose 422 
 
 Go, tell Amynta 460 
 
 Go, then, fond heart 507 
 
 Go thy waie 4S6 
 
 Go, tuneful bird 86 
 
 Go, winds . • 487 
 
 Go, you may call it madness 483 
 
 Great Apollo 82 
 
 Great Bacchus lay sleeping 83 
 
 Great Bacchus 80 
 
 Great Bacchus, place me 407 
 
 Great father Bacchus 462 
 
 Green thorn 349 
 
IX. 
 
 H. 
 
 Had 1 but the torrent's might ... 117 
 
 Hail, all hail HI 
 
 Hail, ever-pleasing solitude 106 
 
 Hail, golden lyre ! 99 
 
 Hail, hallow'd fane 109 
 
 Hail, happy Albion 103 
 
 Hail, happy meeting 100 
 
 Hail ! lovely pow'r 494 
 
 Hail, lovely pow*r ! vrhose bosom 428 
 
 Hail ! meek-ey'd maiden 379 
 
 Hail, music, sweet enchantment 1 08 
 
 Hail ! rustic tree 498 
 
 Hail, smiling morn 97 
 
 Hail ! star of Brunswick 96 
 
 Hail, sweet patroness 426 
 
 Hail to the craft 227 
 
 Halcyon days 93 
 
 Hand in hand 113 
 
 Happy are we met Ill 
 
 Happy streams 449 
 
 Hark ! from beneath the aged spray .... 501 
 
 Haik ! hark ! the birds 108 
 
 Hark how the bees 376 
 
 Hark the lark 90 
 
 Hark, the bonny Christ- church 94 
 
 Hark the curfew 99 
 
 Hark the hollow woods 101 
 
 Hark ! 'tis a voice 115 
 
 Hark 'tis the whistling wind , • . . . 339 
 
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Hark to Philomela 106 '^^ 
 
 Hark to the knell 434 
 
 Harmonist's glee 244 
 
 Hast thou left thy blue 1 16 
 
 Haste, my Nannette 104 
 
 Have yoUj Sir John Hawkins 91 
 
 Have you seen the virgin snow 107 
 
 Health to my dear i . . . . 104 
 
 Health to my fair 475 
 
 Heard you not hi? spirit singing 334 
 
 Hence, all ye vain delights 95 
 
 Hence, away, ye tjirens 98 
 
 Here awa', c 110 
 
 Here in cool grot 92 
 
 Here let me lie 408 
 
 Here let's join in harmony 116 
 
 Here my Chloe 114 
 
 Here's a health to all good lasses 92 
 
 Here shall soft Charity 98 
 
 Her eyes the glow-worm 464 
 
 Hither, boy 420 
 
 Hope tells a flatt'ring tale 96 
 
 How calm the ev'ning 100 
 
 How dread the crash 97 
 
 How fair is the rose 499 
 
 How often have I seen 103 
 
 How merrily we live 91 
 
 How should we mortals 101 
 
 How sleep the brave 93 
 
 How sweet, how fresh 94 I 
 
XI. 
 
 How sweet the calm 413 
 
 How wretched those 112 
 
 Huntsmen rest 247 
 
 Hush to peace 102 
 
 I did but look 394 
 
 If doughty deeds 140 
 
 If gold could lengthen 504 
 
 If in that breast 123 
 
 If love and all the world 42 
 
 I follow ! lo ! the footing 1 36 
 
 If sadly thinking 128 
 
 If the prize you mean to get 139 
 
 If the treasur'd gold 131 
 
 If this delicious grateful flow*r 137 
 
 If those, who live 467 
 
 If wine and music 370 
 
 I know you false 138 
 
 I'll enjoy the present time 119 
 
 I lov'd thee, beautiful 138 
 
 I love to see, at early morn 133 
 
 I'm wearing awa', John 134 
 
 I, my dear 130 
 
 In a vale clos'd with woodlands 126 
 
 In aw^ul pause 119 
 
 In concord of sweet sounds 610 
 
 In liquid notes 133 
 
 In masons' hearts 330 
 
 In paper case 118 
 
 In peace, love tunes 120 
 
In summer's cool shade 120 
 
 In tatter'd weed 444 
 
 In the lonely vale 127 
 
 In the merry month of May 124 
 
 In the rose's fragrant shade 124 
 
 In this fair vale 132 
 
 In thousand thoughts J 37 
 
 Invest my head 406 
 
 In yonder bower 432 
 
 Is it night 141 
 
 Island of bliss! 427 
 
 It is night 139 
 
 It was a friar 121 . 
 
 It was a lover 127 
 
 I wander up and down 450 
 
 Jack thou' rt a toper 122 
 
 Joan said to John 120 
 
 John Anderson my Jo* 135 
 
 Jolly Bacchus 129 
 
 K 
 King cup, daffodil, and rose 485 
 
 L 
 
 Lady when I behold 152 
 
 Lament and mourn 40 
 
 L*ape et la serpe 147 
 
 Lately on yonder swelling bush 150 
 
 Laudate nomen Domini 153 
 
 Lawn as white 142 
 
 Lay that sullen garland by thee 154 
 
 Leave wanton bee 489 
 
XllL 
 
 Lessons of love 366 
 
 Let happy lovers fly 142 
 
 Let India boast ; 148 
 
 Let me, careless 154 
 
 Let not rage 149 
 
 Let Omnibus 143 
 
 Let Rubinelli 152 
 
 Let the bells now ring 343 
 
 Let the sparkling wine 151 
 
 Let those complain 355 
 
 Let us, my Lesbia 145 
 
 Life's a bumper 149 
 
 Life's a varied 372 
 
 Lightly tread 141 
 
 Little bird 374 
 
 Live to-day 143 
 
 Lone dweller of the rock 1 46 
 
 Lone minstrel 502 
 
 Long from earth 385 
 
 Long may live 147 
 
 Lo ! on yon long resounding shore 1 50 
 
 Lordly gallants 351 
 
 Loud blovve the wyndes 1 44 
 
 Love and folly 144 
 
 Love in thine eyes 148 
 
 Love like a bird 439 
 
 Lovely seems the moon's 153 
 
 Love though divided 436 
 
 Low in a vale 341 
 
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XIV. 
 
 ▼ol. 
 
 M 
 
 Make haste to meet 159 
 
 Marked you her eye 166 
 
 Mark ! mortals 165 
 
 Mark the merry elves 160 
 
 May day 413 
 
 May our heroes 161 
 
 Me Bacchus fires 157 
 
 Melting airs 162 
 
 Merrily rung the bells 155 
 
 Methinks I hear 156 
 
 Mild star of eve 370 
 
 Mine be a cot 163 
 
 Mio ben, ricordati 492 
 
 Mona on Snowdon calls 164 
 
 More with the love 158 
 
 Mr. Speaker ! . . . ♦ 160 
 
 Music has pow'r 161 
 
 Music, miraculous rhet'rick 167 
 
 Music, Music, heav'nly Music ! 505 
 
 Music's the language 160 
 
 My dear Mistress 158 
 
 My fair is beautiful 167 
 
 My fair, ye swains 156 
 
 My mind is my kingdom 429 
 
 My PhiUida, adieu 162 
 
 My pocket's low 155 
 
 N 
 
 Ne'er trouble thyself 384 
 
 Night o'er the world 376 
 
XV. 
 
 YOl. 
 
 No longer crj^ 479 
 
 No more shall Illion 361 
 
 Non euro I'affetto 491 
 
 Non fide al mar che freme 168 
 
 Non nobis Domine ! 1 
 
 No radiant pearl 495 
 
 No riches 168 
 
 No stormy winter 174 
 
 Nor blazing gems 170 
 
 Now country sports , 175 
 
 Now Tm prepared 171 
 
 Now is the month of maying 1 72 
 
 Now round the board 172 
 
 Now the blue fly's gone 344 
 
 Now the bright morning star 171 
 
 Now the hungry lions roar 173 
 
 Now the star of day 424 
 
 Now the winds whistle 169 
 
 Nymph of the rock 358 
 
 Nymph, over thee 169 
 
 Nymphs of the forest 175 
 
 O 
 
 O bird of eve 408 
 
 Observe the rising lilies 421 
 
 O come O bella 192 
 
 O come, ye fair 195 
 
 O cruel Amarillis ! 201 
 
 O'er desert plains 203 
 
 O'er William's tomb 179 
 
 Of all the birds on bush 389 
 
 page. 
 
XVI. 
 
 Of all the brave birds 180 
 
 Of Britain's wooden walls , 182 
 
 Of his right eye 196 
 
 Often in Laura's breast 189 
 
 Oft in the troubled ocean's face 485 
 
 Oft I've implor'd 4/3 
 
 Oft with my sweet 47^ 
 
 O gentle sleep 197 
 
 O happy fair 187 
 
 O hark my love 431 
 
 O hear a pensive prisoner's prayer 184 
 
 Oh happy Albion 203 
 
 Oh lady fair 186 
 
 Oh, Love 189 
 
 Oh, my Clarissa 181 
 
 Oh, Nanny 184 
 
 Oh tarry gentle traveller ! 352 
 
 Oh that the learned poets 192 
 
 Oh the sweet contentment 410 
 
 Oh thou, sweet bird! 183 
 
 Oh, thou that rollest above 182 
 
 Oh stranger 367 
 
 Oh where is the flower 339 
 
 Old Chiron 200 
 
 O Liberty 191 
 
 O listen to the voice of love 204 
 
 O may I steal 199 
 
 O Memory ! 491 
 
 O mistress mine 179 
 
 O move blest Zephyrus 472 
 
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XVIL 
 
 O my love's like a red rose 194 
 
 On a bank 19/ 
 
 On a day 185 
 
 Once did I sigh 422 
 
 Once upon my cheek 387 
 
 O night ! more pleasing 194 
 
 On parent knees 428 
 
 On softest beds ... 5^ 177 
 
 On the down of a thistle 188 
 
 On the high towering poplar 205 
 
 O Pan ! delight of nymphs 202 
 
 O Poesy divine 471 
 
 Orpheus with his lute 176 
 
 O sacred friendship ! 201 
 
 O sad and watchful 198 
 
 O salutaris hostia 388 
 
 O saw ye my father 198 
 
 O share my cottage 206 
 
 O sing unto mie roundelaie 190 
 
 O snatch me swift , 193 
 
 O stay sweet warbling woodlark 358 
 
 O strike the harp 1 82 
 
 O thou i where'er thie bones 193 
 
 Our bugles sung truce 511 
 
 Our country swains 449 
 
 O vale of many waters 465 
 
 O Venus ! Regina Cnidi I75 
 
 O voi che sospirate I78 
 
 O what can equal , 181 
 
 O when shall I visit • • 441 
 
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XVllL 
 
 O who has seen the miller's wife 190 
 
 O who is he that loves me 373 
 
 O youth, thou morning 1/8 
 
 P 
 
 Pack clouds away 209 
 
 Pale April 210 
 
 Peaceful slumbering 212 
 
 Peace to the souls 207 
 
 Pleasure's enchanted ground 366 
 
 Poculum 208 
 
 Poor insect 419 
 
 Press, press the grape 488 
 
 Pretty warbler 206 
 
 Pr'ythee fill me the glass 211 
 
 Pr'ythee, foolish boy 210 
 
 Pr^ythee, friend 207 
 
 Q 
 
 Queen of Joy 212 
 
 Queen of the seas 214 
 
 Queen of the silver bow ! 213 
 
 Queen of the skies ! 213 
 
 Queen of the valley 265 
 
 R 
 
 Radiant ruler 348 
 
 Rest, warrior 409 
 
 Retire my love 218 
 
 Return blest days! 215 
 
 Return my lovely maid 216 
 
 Rise my joy 216 
 
 Rise to the battle 219 
 
XIX. 
 
 Rise winds of Autumn 348 
 
 Round some fair tree 496 
 
 Round the hapless Ajidr^'s 217 
 
 Round thy pillow 218 
 
 Round with the glass 382 
 
 S 
 
 Sad winter pass'd .242 
 
 Say, by what signs 508 
 
 Say lovely rose 459 
 
 Say mighty Love 224 
 
 Say, ye studious , 486 
 
 See how fair Flora 24? 
 
 See ! o'er the hills 242 
 
 See smiling from the rosy east 230 
 
 See the chariot at hand . . . • 223 
 
 See the glasses, they are empty ..,...,. 438 
 
 See what horrid tempests 243 
 
 See ! with ivy .••.••••.*. 235 
 
 See yon gay goldfinch , 489 
 
 Send back my long-stray'd 234 
 
 Serene and mild 441 
 
 ShaU I like a hermit 364 
 
 Shall I, wasting 234 
 
 Shed not your sweets 337 
 
 She is faithless 237 
 
 She paused 246 
 
 Shepherd seek not 488 
 
 Shepherds, I have lost my love 241 
 
 Should auld acquaintance 231 
 
 Siat 'avertiti 243 
 
 vol. page. 
 
XX. 
 
 Sigh no more ladies 220 
 
 Since beauty . . . • 383 
 
 Since first I saw your face 222 
 
 Since harmony 222 
 
 Since I'm born 229 
 
 Sing his praise 468 
 
 Sing loud 453 
 
 Sing me the song 447 
 
 Sister of Phoebus, 219 
 
 Sleep poor youth 226 
 
 Sleep soft fair form 334 
 
 Slow fresh font 246 
 
 Sober lay 244 
 
 Soft and safe 442 
 
 Soft and sweet 240 
 
 Soft Cupid 248 
 
 Soft sleep ! 409 
 
 So gracious is thy sweet self 239 
 
 Some feelings are to mortals 239 
 
 Some of my heroes 225 
 
 So saith my fair 232 
 
 Spring returns 236 
 
 Stay, Corydon 236 
 
 Stay, lovely Laura ! 233 
 
 Stay shepherd stay 228 
 
 Sweet blossom 353 
 
 Sweet echo ! 227 
 
 Sweet honey-sucking bees ! 230 
 
 Sweet is ev'nings 471 
 
 Sweet is the woodbine's honied breath . . 490 
 
XXI. 
 
 Sweet modest flow'rct 432 ^«'- p*«*- 
 
 Sweet Muse ! 221 
 
 Sweet nymph ! for thee 233 
 
 Sweet nymph 421 
 
 Sweet Philomela 249 
 
 Sweet poet of the woods 239 
 
 Sweet-scented flower 465 
 
 Sweet smile 469 
 
 Sweet soothing hope 498 
 
 Sweet Thrush 226 
 
 Sweet warbling bird, 238 
 
 Swiftly from the mountain's, 221 
 
 T 
 
 Take, oh ! take those lips away 2/3 
 
 Tell me on what holy 270 
 
 Tell me shepherds 249 
 
 Tell me where is fancy bred 265 
 
 The bee 398 
 
 The bee voluptuous roves 257 
 
 The blossom so pleasing 261 
 
 The butterfly 332 
 
 The chough and crow 401 
 
 The cloud-cap't towers 260 
 
 The Collector 434 
 
 The Crier 347 
 
 The cup of the tulip 274 
 
 The Curfew 99 
 
 The Cyprian bird 261 
 
 The dazzling air 364 
 
 The Deserter's meditations ............ 128 
 
xxu. 
 
 The fairest flowers 251 
 
 The fairy beam upon you 258 
 
 The fairy of the dale 427 
 
 The fragrant painting 382 
 
 The garlands fade 506 
 
 The glories of our birth 268 
 
 The Gods of wine 254 
 
 The Greenland hunter 440 
 
 The Gypsie's Glee 190 
 
 The harp's wild notes 369 
 
 The lark that shuns 448 
 
 The loadstars 187 
 
 The May fly 419 
 
 The mighty conqueror 25 1 
 
 The mouse's petition 184 
 
 The Mynstrell's song 423 
 
 The nightingale so soone 270 
 
 The nightingale, the organ 250 
 
 The nightingale who tunes 268 
 
 The night is rainy 342 
 
 The old shepherd's dog 263 
 
 The owl is out 263 
 
 There behold the mighty bowl 253 
 
 There is a bloom 337 
 
 There is a lady 462 
 
 There is a mild and tranquil light 495 
 
 There is a tender charm 477 
 
 The rose is fairest 277 
 
 The rose of the valley 262 
 
 The rose 403 
 
xxiii. 
 
 These are to whom . * « 378 
 
 The silver swan 250 
 
 The smiling morn 460 
 
 The soldier's dream 511 
 
 The spring, the pleasant spring 255 
 
 The various seasons 458 
 
 The village bells 413 
 
 The winds whistle cold 389 
 
 The witches 308 
 
 The wooden walls 289 
 
 The Wreath 249 
 
 Thirsis sleepest thou 454 
 
 Thirsis, thy absence 453 
 
 Thirsis, when he left me 252 
 
 This bottle's the sun 266 
 
 This pleasaunt month of Mai 415 
 
 Thou art beautiful 265 
 
 Thou'rt gone away 273 
 
 Thou hast an eye 430 
 
 Thou palsied earth 353 
 
 Three virgin nymphs 381 
 
 Thrice happy they 333 
 
 Throughout the world 474 
 
 Throw the gaudy roses 275 
 
 Thus saith my Cloris 448 
 
 Thy voice, O Harmony ! 255 
 
 Thy form 259 
 
 Time has not thinn'd 271 
 
 Tis midnight all I 272 
 
 'Tis mirth that fills 503 
 
 'Tis on earth 276 
 
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 page. 
 
XXIV. 
 
 To all lovers of harmony 2/4 
 
 To all that breath 276 
 
 To all you ladies 266 
 
 To arms ! 272 
 
 To be gazing 253 
 
 To day the sunny hours 478 
 
 Toll Nelson's knell 393 
 
 To love I wake 257 
 
 To tlie old 253 
 
 To the woods I long to go 499 
 
 To the woods I love to go 362 
 
 To me the wanton girls 264 
 
 Tourne thee to thie shepster swayne .... 260 
 
 To wipe the tear 267 
 
 Tread lightly here 429 
 
 Triumphant love 259 
 
 True hearted was he 359 
 
 Turn Amarillis 87 
 
 'Twas on an ever blithesome day 338 
 
 U 
 
 Underneath this myrtle shade 278 
 
 Upon the poplar bough 278 
 
 Up the hill 279 
 
 V 
 
 Virtue my Emma 279 
 
 Voices of echoing Cona 373 
 
 Vulcan 280 
 
 W 
 
 Wake now my love 297 
 
 Wanton gales 285 
 
XXV. 
 
 We be soldiers three 315 
 
 We be three poor mariners • . • 287 
 
 We fairy folk 41/ 
 
 We gypsies 380 
 
 Welcome friends of harmony .••#•..••• 331 
 
 Welcome mirth 377 
 
 Welcome, sweet pleasure .*.... 284 
 
 We'll drink and we'll never 305 
 
 Wert thou like me 433 
 
 Whann battayle ....,..., 386 
 
 What a frail life ! 323 
 
 What Anacreon loved 292 
 
 What blame thee, child 497 
 
 What bliss to life 504 
 
 What can I doe • 454 
 
 What is love 468 
 
 What means this strangeness • • • • 435 
 
 What need of words 510 
 
 What passion 380 
 
 What shade 299 
 
 What shall he have 321 
 
 What sing the sweet bird 317 
 
 What, tho' we shroud 399 
 
 When all alone 285 
 
 When Arthur first in court 281 
 
 When beauty' soul 322 
 
 When Bibo 294 
 
 When Britain on her sea-girt shore 289 
 
 Whence comes my love 313 
 
 When Cloris heard 450 I 
 
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XXVI. 
 
 When Daphne smiles 314 
 
 Wheu erst bright Venus 470 
 
 When first you courted nxe 311 
 
 When flow'ry meadows 310 
 
 When for the world's repose 298 
 
 When friendship 603 
 
 When gay Bacchus 282 
 
 When in the silent 888 
 
 When lurking love ^ 295 
 
 When nature 281 
 
 When order 303 
 
 When Sappho 283 
 
 When shall we three 426 & 308 
 
 When Bpring returns 361 
 
 When the fair moon 318 
 
 When the fair rose , 296 
 
 When the moon-beams 299 
 
 When the night blows 356 
 
 When the rose-bud 314 
 
 When the toil of day 321 
 
 When the wind blows 444 
 
 When time was entwining 324 
 
 When to England's 308 
 
 Wheu to the Muses' 300 
 
 When wearied wretches 310 
 
 When winds breathe soft 287 
 
 Where are those hours 311 
 
 Where art thou 309 
 
 Where'er thy navy 312 
 
 Where'er you tread 442 
 
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 Where hapless Illion 293 ^°*- p^"' 
 
 Where is the nymph 806 
 
 Where is the smile 375 
 
 Where my gentle love 307 
 
 Where the bee sucks 291 
 
 Where weeping yews 320 
 
 Which is the properest day 293 
 
 While ev'ry short-liv'd flow*r of sense . . . 502 
 
 While fools 286 
 
 While the mad'ning . , 505 
 
 While we the precious goblet 391 
 
 Whilst I gaze 483 
 
 Whither so fast 455 
 
 Who comes so dark 295 
 
 Who fed me 396 
 
 Who has peerless Kitty seen 319 
 
 Who is it that rides thro' 301 
 
 Who is it that sleeps 427 
 
 Why does azure 336 
 
 Why does beauteous Lina 354 
 
 Why, gentle shepherd 438 
 
 Why o*er the verdant banks 480 
 
 Wine does wonders 414 
 
 Wine gives the lover 319 
 
 Winter is past 490 
 
 With a generous youthful 305 
 
 With a jolly full bottle 309 
 
 With conscious pride 296 
 
 With eyes upraised 456 
 
 With my jug in one hand 298 
 
XXVIU, 
 
 With roses and with myrtles crown'd . . . 500 
 
 With sighs 306 
 
 With the sun we rise 323 
 
 Would you know 294 
 
 Y 
 
 Ye mariners • 445 
 
 Ye sportive loves 363 
 
 Ye spotted snakes • • • 328 
 
 Yet stay, fair lady 325 
 
 Ye vales and woods 327 
 
 Ye visions wild • 326 
 
 You ask me dear jack • 326 
 
 You gave me your heart 3--4 
 
 You gentlemen of England 328 
 
 You pretty birds 330 
 
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 trinted Uy G. Hayden, Little Colle^ Street, Wcatnuneter. 
 
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