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MADRIGAL for Four Voices.

HUTCHINSON. Return, return, my lovely maid,

For summer's pleasures pass away ; The trees' green liv’ries 'gin to fade,

And Flora's treasures all decay. No more, at ev'n-tide, waileth sweet

Sad Philomel the woods among Nor lark the rising morn doth greet:

Return, my love, thou stay'st too long.

GLEE for Four Voices.

S. Paxton.-Prize, 1781. Round the hapless André's urn

Be the cyprus foliage spread; Fragrant spice profusely burn,

Honours grateful to the dead.

Let a soldier's manly form,

Guard the vase his ashes bears ; Truth, in living sorrow warm,

Pay a mourning nation's tears.

Fame, his praise upon thy wing,

Thro’ the world dispersing tell, In the service of his king,

In his country's cause he fell.

Miss Seward.

GLEE for Fite Voices.

J. DANBY.

Rosy finger'd goddess rise,
Fair Aurora, mount the skies ;
Leave, O leave, your chrystal bed,
Deck'd with coral beauteous red;
From each bush the feather'd choir,
Warbling sweet, new joys inspire ;
Warbling sweet, each myrtle grove
Returns to meet the god of love :
Come then, shepherds, come away!
Come, ye damsels, fair and gay;
Release your herds and snowy sheep,
That they the pearly dew may sip :
More grateful to the thirsty flocks
Than to Narciss' his golden locks.
Come, ere Soi's effervent beams
Parch the fields, or heat the streams ;
Clad each in his best array,
We'll celebrate this holiılay;
Dancing, music, cheerful song,
Shall the fleeting hours prolong.

GLEE for Four l'oices.

W. HORSLEY, M.B. Retire, my love, for it is night, And the dark winds sigh in thy hair ! Retire, my love, retire to the hall of my feasts ; Cease a little while, O wind ! Stream, be thou silent awhile ! Let my steps be heard on the heath : My love is fairer than the light, More pleasant than the gale of the bill, Which sighs on the hunter's ear.

Ossian,

GLEE for Three Voices.

P. CE Round thy pillow cherubs sanitisg,

Sooth thy wearied limbs to rent ; Sweetest dreams each sense bagning,

Fill with bliss thy gets bang

Wake to innocence sunt,

Virtue's meed, woa.
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GLEE for Three Voices.

T. ATTWOOD.
Rise to the battle, my thousands !
Gather round the bright-steel of your king !
Strong as the rocks of my land,
That meet the storm with joy,
And stretch their dark woods to the wind.

Ossian.

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GLEE for Five Voices.

S. WEBBE.
Sister of Phæbus, gentle queen,
Of aspect mild, and ray serene,
Whose friendly beams by night appear,
The lonely traveller to cheer!
Attractive power! whose mighty sway
The ocean's swelling waves obey,
And, mounting upward, seem to raise,
A liquid altar to thy praise :
Thee, wither'd hags, at midnight hour,
Invoke to their inferoal bow'r :
But I to no such horrid rite,
Sweet queen, implore thy sacred light;
Nor seek, while all but lovers sleep,
To rob the miser's treasur'd heap :
Thy kindly beams alone impart,
To find the youth who stole my heart,
And guide me from thy silver throne,
To steal his heart, or find my own.

Mrs. Peckard.

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GLEE for Five Voices.

R. J. S, Stevens. Sigh no more, ladies, sigb no more,

Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore,

To one thing constant never.

Then sigh not so, but let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe

To hey, nony, nony.

Sing no more ditties, ladies, sing no more,

Of dumps so dull and beavy ; The frauds of men were ever so,

Since summer first was leafy.

Then sigh not so, but let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe

To hey, nony, nony.

Shakspeare.

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