GLEE for Five Voices. S. WEBBE. THY beauteous eyes shine with celestial fire, And rosy odours from thy neck aspire; Brighter than gold thy burnish'd tresses flow, Thy balmy lips like brightest crimson glow. Meandring veins sublime, thy bosom's white, And ev'ry grace adorns thee for delight! The charms each goddess boasts in thine we see, And vanquish'd Venus yields the prize to thee! GLEE for Three Voices. J. S. SMITH. DUET. WILLIAM JACKSON. TAKE, oh! take those lips away, Hide, oh! hide those hills of snow, Shakspeare. GLEE for Three Voices. Dr. NARES.-Prize, 1770. To all lovers of harmony take off your glasses, Nor 'midst all your jollity quarrel like asses; Let our mirth swell aloud in its natural key, And no flat divisions rob us of our glee; Let no thoughts of discord find place in our breasts, Nor out-of-time crotchets break in on our rests. THE GLEE for Three Voices. W. HORSLEY, M.B. cup of the tulip with wine is replete, Come, my boy, let thy office begin; How many more scruples and doubts must we meet, To be longer severe were a sin. Break instantly forth from this pride and this scorn, The gale of the morn bids the morn of our youth, Boy, bring us that balm, which our senses will sooth, Translated from the Persic of Hafez. GLEE for Four Voices. WM. HORSLEY, M. B. THROW the gaudy roses from thee, Dash the cup to earth; Little, heedless youth, become thee Roses, wine, and mirth. What's the mirth that thus delights thee? Taste his sweets no more; But touch the lyre in gentle measure, Peace is all our heav'n; Bliss is an immortal treasure, Nor to man is given. In Imitation of Sir J. Suckling, by L. Hunt, Esq. GLEE for Three Voices. Dr. CALLCOTT. THOU pride of the forest whose dark branches spread, O'er thee may the tempest in gentleness blow, And the light'nings of summer pass harmlessly by; For ever thy buds keep their mellowing glow, Thy branches still wave to the southernly sigh. Hoppner. 'TIS THE MYSTIC Bower. GLEE for Three Voices. on earth the greatest blessing, When the mirth inspiring bowl, Join'd to music, joys increasing, Cheers the heart, and tunes the soul. When with wine our veins are swelling, Ev'ry joy succeeds in turn. Dr. BOYCE. What? tho' they say secrets, by wine, are reveal'd, THE DESERTED PELICAN.* MADRIGAL for Five Voices. MATHEW COOKE. THE Pelican, whose fond parental breast, * In imitation of the Silver Swan, by Or. Gibbons. GLEE for Five Voices. To all that breathe the air of heav'n, T. ATTWOOD. Some boon of strength has Nature giv'n ; Moore's Anacreon. |