The Words of the Most Favourite Pieces: Performed at the Glee Club, the Catch Club, and Other Public SocietiesRichard Clark Philanthropic Society, 1814 - 435 pagini |
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Pagina xxviii
... youth lies buried here ... Ah , me ! my wonted joys forsake me .. Alas , poor fly ! thy race is run Apollo high ! our souls inspire .. Again the balmy zephyr blows .. Aldiboronti Phoscophornio As it fell , upon a day ..... .... Around ...
... youth lies buried here ... Ah , me ! my wonted joys forsake me .. Alas , poor fly ! thy race is run Apollo high ! our souls inspire .. Again the balmy zephyr blows .. Aldiboronti Phoscophornio As it fell , upon a day ..... .... Around ...
Pagina xxx
... youth cannot live together .. ib . Come , ye party jangling swains ... 57 Can'st thou love and live alone ... 58 Cecilia more than all the muses skill'd . ib . Come , if you dare , our trumpets sound ... Comrades , replenish the heart ...
... youth cannot live together .. ib . Come , ye party jangling swains ... 57 Can'st thou love and live alone ... 58 Cecilia more than all the muses skill'd . ib . Come , if you dare , our trumpets sound ... Comrades , replenish the heart ...
Pagina xxxviii
... youth reigns o'er thy hours .... 215 O youth , thou morning of delight .... 216 O turn to Hebe's blooming shrine ... ib . O voi che sospirate a miglior notti ... O mistress mine ! where are you roaming . O'er William's tomb , with ...
... youth reigns o'er thy hours .... 215 O youth , thou morning of delight .... 216 O turn to Hebe's blooming shrine ... ib . O voi che sospirate a miglior notti ... O mistress mine ! where are you roaming . O'er William's tomb , with ...
Pagina xl
... youth , thou morning of delight .. O cruel Amarillis .... ..... O Pan ! delight of nymphs and swains .... Oh happy Albion ! blest beyond compare . O'er desert plains and rushy meers . O listen to the voice of love .... On the high ...
... youth , thou morning of delight .. O cruel Amarillis .... ..... O Pan ! delight of nymphs and swains .... Oh happy Albion ! blest beyond compare . O'er desert plains and rushy meers . O listen to the voice of love .... On the high ...
Pagina xli
... youth ! sleep , sleep in peace ... Some of my heroes are low .... Sopbrosyne , thou guard unseen .. ib . 265 266 ib . 267 ib . 268 269 270 271 ib . .... 272 ib . 273 274 275 ib . 276 Sweet thrush ! that makes the vernal year . Surly ...
... youth ! sleep , sleep in peace ... Some of my heroes are low .... Sopbrosyne , thou guard unseen .. ib . 265 266 ib . 267 ib . 268 269 270 271 ib . .... 272 ib . 273 274 275 ib . 276 Sweet thrush ! that makes the vernal year . Surly ...
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Anacreon Bacchus beauty Ben Jonson birds blest breast breath CALLCOTT CATCH charms cheerful COOKE dance dear delight doth drink ev'ry eyes Five Voices flow'rs Four Voices gentle GLEE for Five GLEE for Four GLEE for Three grace grove happy Hark harmony haste heart heav'n Hecate HORSLEY John King live faire Oriana Long live faire lov'd love's MADRIGAL for Five MADRIGAL for Four MADRIGAL for Six maid merry MICHAEL ESTE mirth morn night nimphs nymphs of Diana o'er peace pleasure pow'r Prize Glees queen R. B. Sheridan R. J. S. STEVENS rose rosy round sang the shepherds Shakspeare shepherds and nymphs sigh sing Six Voices sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring swain sweet sweetly tear thee thine THOMAS BATESON THOMAS MORLEY thou Three Voices thro vale wanton WEBBE wind wine
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Pagina 203 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Pagina 306 - 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 they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Pagina 256 - Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth...
Pagina 253 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Pagina 110 - 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 hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Pagina 211 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave ; but thou thyself movest aloive.
Pagina 274 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Pagina 71 - Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Pagina 220 - 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.
Pagina 376 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.