GLEE for Five Voices. Rosy finger'd goddess rise, Fair Aurora, mount the skies; Parch the fields, or heat the streams ; J. DANBY. GLEE for Four Voices. 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: More pleasant than the gale of the bill, Which sighs on the hunter's ear. GLEE for Three Voices. RISE to the battle, my thousands! T. ATTWOOD. 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. GLEE for Five Voices. SISTER of Phoebus, gentle queen, Ossian. S. WEBBE. Of aspect mild, and ray serene, Whose friendly beams by night appear, Attractive power! whose mighty sway Thee, wither'd hags, at midnight hour, Sweet queen, implore thy sacred light; Mrs. Peckard. GLEE for Five Voices. R. J. S. STEVENS. SIGH no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore, Then sigh not so, but let them go, Sing no more ditties, ladies, sing no more, The frauds of men were ever so, 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. GLEE for Four Voices. SWEET Muse! inspire thy suppliant bard, Heroic ardour to record. In vain the fervent pray'r I move, Dr. ARNE. From Anacreon. GLEE for Four Voices. S. WEBBE.-Prize, 1788. SWIFTLY from the mountain's brow, Sweet, O sweet! the warbling throng Echoes to the rising day. Cunningham. |