GLEE for Four Voices.

S. WEBBE & S. PAXTON.

BREATHE Soft, ye winds! ye waters! gently flow;
Shield her, ye trees! ye flow'rs! around her grow;
Ye swains! I beg you pass in silence by,
My love in yonder vale asleep doth lie.

GLEE for Three Voices.

R. J. S. STEVENS.

BALMY gale! I prithee say,

Whence those wings in fragrance dyed?
love you chanc'd to stray,
She the perfum'd treat supplied.

O'er my

Balmy gale! such thefts forbear;

Other sports from hence pursue;

With the tresses of her hair,

What have you, O gale! to do?

Yield, Narcissus! in her eye

See what tipsy brightness swims; There delicious languors lie, Drooping grief your lustre dims.

Wisdom! were you left to chuse
What is sweetest, what is best;
All things clse you would refuse,
If with her you might be blest.

From the Persic.

GLEE for Three Voices.

BELINDA's sparkling wit and eyes,

United cast so fierce a light; As quickly flashes, quickly dies,

S. WEBBE.

Wounds not the heart but burns the sight.

Love is all gentleness, love is all joy,

Sweet are his looks, and soft his pace;

Her cupid is a blackguard boy,

That runs his link full in your face.

Earl of Dorset.

GLEE for Four Voices.

W. HORSLEY, M.B.

By Celia's arbour, all the night,

Hang humid wreath, the lover's vow;

And, haply at the morning light,

My love shall twine thee round her brow.

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Then if upon her bosom bright,

Some drops of dew should fall from thee;

Tell her, they are not drops of night,

But tears of sorrow shed by me.

Translated from the Latin of Angerianus,

by T. Moore, Esq.

GLEE for Five Voices.

C. S. EVANS.-Prize Glee, 1811.

BEAUTIES, have you seen a toy,

Called love, a little boy?

Almost naked, wanton, blind,

Cruel now, and then as kind?

If he be amongst you, say,
He is Venus' run away.

She that will but now discover
Where this winged wag doth hover,
Shall this night receive a kiss,
How and where, herself could wish:
But who brings him to his mother,
Shall have that kiss, and another.

Ben Jonson.

CATCH for Four Voices.

Dr. ARNE.

Buz, quoth the blue fly; hum, quoth the bee;

Buz and hum they cry, and so do we;
In his ear, in his nose, thus do you see:
He eat the dormouse, else it was he.

W. HORSLEY, M. B. ·

BEAUTY, sweet love! is like the morning dew,
Whose short refresh, upon the tender green,
Cheers for awhile, but till the sun doth shew,
As strait 'tis gone as it had never been.

Soon doth it fade, that makes the fairest flourish,
Short is the glory of the blushing rose ;
The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish,
Which, at length, thou must be forc'd to lose.
Daniel's Sonnets.

GLEE for Five Voices.

W. HORSLEY, M.B.

BLEST is the fairy hour, the twilight shade

Of ev'ning, wand'ring thro' her woodland dear; Sweet the still sound that steals along the glade, 'Tis fancy wafts it! and her vot'ries hear.

'Tis fancy wafts it! and, how sweet the sound!
I hear it now, the distant hills up-long!
While fairy echos, from their dells around,
And woods and wilds, the feeble notes prolong.

Mrs. Radcliff's Romance of

Athlin and Dunbane.

GLEE for Four Voices.

W. HAWES.

Boy! who the rosy bowl doth pass,

Fill me up the largest glass;

The largest glass, the oldest wine,

The laws of drinking give, as mine.

Ye limpid streams! where'er you flow,
Far hence, to water drinkers go;
Go, the dull and the sedate,

And fly the god, whose bow'rs you hate.

But hither come, ye streams divine,
Of rich and sparkling rosy wine;
Still must my ever thirsty lip,
From large and flowing bumpers sip.

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