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The Wish OF A MAN OF Reflection—WRITTEN IN
Pleasing Reflections.--Published by
G. Wright, 1788.
GLEE for Four Voices.
S. WEBBE. O
Night! more pleasing than the brighest day,
But when with day the sweet delusions fly,
ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE BIRTH-DAY OF THE
LATE Rr. 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
And mark our grateful zeal?
And guard his country's weal.
If by his great example taught,
One base and selfish view:
To king and country true.
Though tyrants mark us for their prey,
'Midst Europe's general gloom :
And triumph from the tomb.
GLEE for Four Voices.
Dr. Cooke.-Prise, 1777. 0 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.
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. Cook E. Or his right eye young Acon 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.
Second Set, published by Este, 1609.
GLEE for Three Voices.
J. S. SMITH. O FANCY! parent of the mase, Thy spirit o'er my soul diffuse ; Sometimes, sweet nymph, thy vot'ry lead To myrtle grove or flow'ry mead : Where youths and soft ey'd virgins meet, and lightly trip with nimble feet; Sometimes forsake the haunts of folly, To woo thee pensive Melancholy. Dejected maid! with tearful eye, That loves to fold her arms and sigh; At ev'ry season let mine car, Thy pow'rful voice, O Fancy, hear. O’er all my list'ning passions reign, O'erwhelm my soul with joy or pain; With terror shake, with pity move, Rouse with revenge, or melt with love.