GLEE for Four Voices.

Sir JOHN STEVENSON.-Prize Glee, 1812.

BORN in yon blaze of orient sky,

Sweet May thy radiant form unfold; Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye,

And wave thy shadowy locks of gold.

For thee the fragrant zephyrs blow,
For thee descends the sunny shower;
And rills in softer murmurs flow,

And brighter blossoms gem the bower.

Light graces dressed in flow'ry wreaths,
And tiptoe joys their hands combine;
And love his sweet contagion breathes,
And laughing dances round the shrine.

Warm with new life the glittering throng,
On quivering fin and sportive wing;
Delighted join their votive song,
And hail thee goddess of the spring.

Dr. Darwyn.

GLEE for Four Voices.

L. ATTERBURY.-Prize Glee, 1780.

BEGONE, dull care! without delay,

To gloomy deserts haste away;
Hither haste, ye sons of pleasure!
Joys here know no bound nor measure ;
Banish care, and drowsy thinking,
Now's the reign of love and drinking.

GLEE for Four Voices.

BRING me flowers! and bring me wine!

Boy, attend thy master's call; Round my brows let myrtles twine, At my feet let roses fall.

Breathe in softest notes the flute,
Form the song, and sound the lute;
Let the gentle accents flow,

As the whisp'ring zephyr's blow.

What avails the downcast eye!

What avails the tear, the sigh!
Why should grief obstruct our way!
When we live but for a day.

Then, boy, bring me wine, &c.

W. HAWES,

Late Dutchess of Devonshire.

MASONIC ODE for Three Voices.

By mason's art the aspiring dome,

Dr. COOKE.

In various columns shall arise;
All climates are their native home,
Their godlike actions reach the skies.
Heroes and kings revere their name,
And poets sing their deathless fame;
Great, generous, noble, wise, and brave,
Are titles they most justly claim.
Their deeds shall live beyond the grave,
Which babes unborn shall loud proclaim;
Time shall their glorious acts enrol,

Whilst love and friendship charm the soul.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Curæ leves loquuntur, ingentes Stupent.

BENEATH a church-yard yew,

M. ROCK.

Decay'd and worn with age,

At dusk of eve, methought I spy'd

Poor Slender's ghost, that whimp'ring cry'd,

O sweet! O sweet! Anne Page!

Ye gentle bards, give car!

Who talk of am'rous rage,

Who spoil the lilly, rob the rose,
Come learn of me to weep your woes!

O sweet! O sweet! Anne Page!

Shenstone.

GLEE for Three Voices.

BACCHUS, Jove's delightful boy,
Gen'rous god of wine and joy;
Still exhilarates my soul,
With the raptures of the bowl.

Then with feather'd feet I bound,
Dancing in the festive round;
Then I feel the sparkling wine,
Transports delicate-divine!

Then the sprightly music warms!
Songs delight, and beauty charms;
Debonaire, and light, and gay,
Thus I dance the hours away.

S. WEBBE.

MADRIGAL for Five Voices.

WRITTEN UNDER A LADY'S PICTURE.

BENEATH a weight of hapless love,
How weak does ev'ry effort prove,

When struggling to get free;
In vain, against love's pointed darts,
The tender soul its fire exerts,

And pants for liberty.

Dr. COOKE.

GLEE for Four Voices.

R. SPOFFORTH.

BACCHUS, would'st thou deign to hear me,

Rosy god of sparkling wine ;

Haste, and with thy presence cheer me,
Grace my board, and with me dine.

Large libations will I pay thee,

Condescend and be my guest;

Haste, and quickly come, I pray thee,
That thy vot'ry may be blest.

Plenty sits within my dwelling,
See the mantling liquor flow;
Ripen'd fruits and clusters swelling,
Mark, how mortals live below.

Haste thee then, nor slight this proffer,
Crown thy vot'ry's wish I pray ;
Joys shall flow, more than I offer,

Haste thee then, and come away.