He calls my Daphne to the grove. The primrose sweet bedecks the field, The tuneful birds invite to rove ; To softer joys let splendor yield, O listen to the voice of love! Where flowers their blooming sweets exhale, Where whispering love breathes forth his tale, Come share with me the sweets of spring, Mrs. Hook. GLEE for Three Voices. W. HORSLEY, M.B. Os the high towering poplar thus swinging, My lyre hung suspended at ease; The blue vaults its full beauty displaying, Thus I leave thee to murmur and quiver, I repose in soft slumbers reclin'd. From the Latin of Casimir Sobieski, by Mr. Heald GLEE for Three Voices. Dr. CALLCOTT. O SHARE my cottage, dearest maid, It nestles in a secret glade, And Wye's clear current wanders by. ́ Far from the city's vain parade, No scornful brow shall here be seen; No dull impertinence invade, No envy base, nor sullen spleen. The shadowy rocks which circle round, And there shall every joy be found, GLEE for Five Voices. S. Webbe. PRETTY warbler, cease to hover, Pretty warbler, help a lover; Join and answer when I mourn. GLEE for Three Voices. PRITHEE, friend, fill t'other pipe, Rais'd by wine's all-powerful art. Till things double to our view, BAILDON. GLEE for Four Voices. J. DANBY. PRESTAT Bibere ad sanitatem, Quam colere pulchritudinem : Nam bibendo, quiescit animus Sed amando, sit inquietas. GLEE for Three Voices. Dr. CALLCOTT, M.B. PEACE to the souls of the heroes, When my thoughts are of peace, When the din of arms is past. |