MADRIGAL for Three Voices. J. WILBYE.-1609. As fair as morn, as fresh as May, A pretty grace, in saying nay; But, oh! that love enchanting eye, Lo! here my doubtful doom I try. GLEE for Four Voices. ARISE, my fair one! and receive All the pleasures love can give, J. HOOK. MADRIGAL for Five Voices. W. BEALE.-Gained the Prize Cup, 1813. Awake! and join the vocal throng, To Phillis raise the cheerful lay, Burns. GLEE for Four Voices. R. J. S. STEVENS. BLOW, blow, thou winter-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, A's benefits forgot: 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 most jolly. GLEE for Six Voices. Shakspeare. J. M. HARRIS. BLOW, blow, Boreas! blow: and let the surly winds Make the billows foam and roar; Thou canst no terrors raise in valiant minds, But spite of thee we hope to reach the shore. ODE for Five Voices. J. S. SMITH.-Medal, 1775 BLEST pair of sirens, pledges of heav'n's joy, Sphere-born harmonious sisters, Voice and Verse, Wed your divine sounds, and mix'd pow'r employ, Dead things, with inbreath'd sense, able to pierce; And, to our high rais'd phantasy, present That undisturbed song of pure consent, As sung before the sapphire-colour'd throne, With saintly shout, and solemn jubilee ; Singing everlastingly : That we on earth, with undiscording voice, To their great lord, whose love their motion sway'd 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 live with him, and sing in endless morn of light. Milton. GLEE for Four Voices. R. J. S. STEVENS. BELINDA, see, from yonder flow'rs So, tho' I rob you of a kiss Sweeter than their ambrosial dew; Addison. GLEE for Three Voices. Dr. CALLCOTT. BLow, warder! blow thy sounding horn, And thy banner wave on high ; 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; 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, Then loud the warder blew his horn, And call'd till he was hoarse, And on his shield bright, 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. And we have fought, in the holy land, 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 by, 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; And the mass shall be sung, And the bells shall be rung, And the feast eat merrily. |