GLEE for Four Voices. Dr. CALLCOTT.-Prize, 1789. 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 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; Lyke Avon's streame encyrque itt rounde, Ne lette a flame enharme the grounde, Tyll ynne one flame al the whole worlde expyre. Chatterton. ON A MUSICIAN'S TOMB. Dr. HARRINGTON. THOU! whose notes could oft remove The pangs of woe, or hapless love, And taste such calm thou gav'st before: THE WISH OF A MAN OF REFLECTION-WRITTEN IN LONDON. GLEE for Five Voices. Dr. CALLCOTT. SNATCH me swift from these tempestuous scenes, Pleasing Reflections.-Published by GLEE for Four Voices. S. WEBBE. ONIGHT! more pleasing than the brighest day, But when with day the sweet delusions fly, Anacreon. ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE BIRTH-DAY OF THE LATE RT. HON. WILLIAM Pitt. ODE for Three Voices. Composed expressly for this Meeting by W. HAWES. IF free from every foreign thrall, 'If happy, prosperous, blest with all That freedom's son can claim ; Then ever on this honour'd day, Let Britain heartfelt homage pay TO PITT's illustrious name. But say, what trophy shall we raise His dying words shall best declare ; If by his great example taught, With generous ardour like his own, Though tyrants mark us for their prey, His lofty spirit still alive, GLEE for Four Voices. Dr. COOKE.-Prize, 1777. O COME, ye fair, while blooming May Is deck'd in all the pride of spring! If beauty smiles no cares annoy, Sweet music's pow'rs each bliss improve ; Beauty is the source of ev'ry joy, And music is the food of love. O Love! thou parent of delight! Whose magic soothes the savage mind; By thee our passion's tuned, Unite in harmony to bless mankind. ROUND for Five Voices. Dr. COOKE. Or his right eye young Acon is bereft, His sister, Leonella, of her left; Either in beauty with the gods might vie, Give her your eye, sweet boy, and gods both be, Translation. |