My Phillida, adieu! love, for evermore farewell! 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. THE WISH. GLEE for Four Voices. MINE be a cot, beside a hill, W. HORSLEY, M.B. A bee-hive's hum shall sooth my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivy'd porch shall spring, Each fragrant flow'r that drinks the dew; The village church, among the trees, Rogers. ODE I. GLEE for Five Voices. MONA on Snowdon calls; Hear, thou king of mountains, hear! See, their gold and ebon rod, And burst thy base with thunder's shock; Shall Mona use, than those that dwell In music's secret cells, and lie, Steep'd in streams of harmony. Dr. CROTCH. Mason's Caraclacus. OBERON. GLEE for Four Voices. Earl of MORNINGTON. MARK! mortals, mark! with awe profound, What solemn stillness reigns around; Know then, tho' strange it may appear, Spirits, Spirits, inhabit here. Whene'er we leave the circled green, We fairies choose this shady scene; Tho' mortal hands have form'd these bow'rs, 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. Unseen by feeble mortal eye, Tho' spangled with ten thousand dews, Hence! Malice, hence! rankling at the heart, And dire Revenge with poison'd dart : Hence, Lust! with sly uneven mien, GLEE for Four Voices. J. S. SMITH. 'MIDST silent shades and purling streams, The God of Love supinely dreams; He leads deluded maids and swains. Call us to deeds of manly arms; Rous'd from his downy bed he cuts the yielding air, Scar'd at the noble noise and thunder of the war. GLEE for Three Voices. Hughes. R. J. S. STEVENS and R. SPOFFORTH. MARK'D you her eye, of heav'nly blue! R. B. Sheridan. |