TRANSLATION. MADRIGAL for Four Voices. J. WILBYE. As matchless beauty thee a Phoenix proves, Fair Leonella, so thy sour-sweet loves : For when young Acon's eye thy proud heart tame, Thou dy'st in him and livest in my flamc. Second Set, published by Este, 1609. GLEE for Three Voices. O FANCY! parent of the muse, J. S. SMITH. Sometimes, sweet nymph, thy vot❜ry lead Warton. GLEE for Four Voices. Dr. COOKE. GENTLE sleep! O gentle sleep! I cry'd, Why is thy gift alone to me deny'd ; Mildest of beings! friend to ev'ry clime! Where lies my error? what has been my crime? GLEE for Five Voices. WM. HORSLEY, M.B. ON a bank, beside a willow, Heav'n her cov'ring, earth her pillow, Sad Amynta sigh'd alone; From the cheerless dawn of morning, Dryden. GLEE for Three Voices. W. HORSLEY, M.B. O SAD and watchful waits thy lover, Who, as the zephyrs softly blowing, From drooping flow'rets shake the dew; While down his cheek the tear is flowing, Sweet rose of beauty sighs for you. Oh proud and madd'ning is the pleasure, And while our bosom's wildly beating, Mrs. Robinson's Novel Walsingham. GLEE for Four Voices. Harmonized by WM. HAWES. SAW ye my father ? O saw ye my mother? Or saw ye my true love, John ? I saw not your father, I saw not your mother, It's now ten at night, And the stars gie no light, And the bells they ring ding dong. He's met with some delay, That causeth him to stay, But he will be here ere long. Up Johnny rose, and To the door he goes, And gently twirled the pin. The lassie took the hint, And to the door she went, And she let her true love in. GLEE for Five Voices. O MAY I steal Along the vale; W. HORSLEY, M.B. Of humble life, secure from foes; My friend sincere, My judgment clear, And gentle business may repose. My mind be strong To combat wrong, Grateful to heav'n for favours shewn, Soft to complain For others pain, And bold to triumph o'er my own. DUET. Young's Ocean. MICHAEL WISE. OLD Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles ; I'll tell you, young gentleman, what the fate's will is; You, my boy, Must go (The gods will have it so) To the siege of Troy ; Thence never to return to Greece again, Let not your noble courage be cast down; But, all the while you lie before the town, Drink, and drive care away, drink and be merry; You'll ne'er go the sooner to the Stygean ferry. R |