ON A LADY'S WRITING HER NAME IN THE SNOW. GLEE for Three Voices. CHARMING maid! Why, Nancy, to the faithless snow, But, tho' defac'd by wind and sleet, For in deep characters imprest, Untouch'd by winter's hostile power; On the soft tablet of my breast, Thy name, fair Nancy, lives secure. Still there the imag'd worth shall break, J. B. SALE. GLEE for Three Voices. COME, rosy health, celestial maid! Hither come, and chase away S. WEBBE. MADRIGAL for Six Voices. J. WARD.-1608. DIE not, fond man, before thy day, To succeeding jocund May; GLEE for Four Voices. S. WEBBE.-Prize, 1772. DISCORD, dire sister of the slaught'ring pow'r, Small at her birth, but rising ev'ry hour ; While scarce the skies her horrid head can bound, She stalks on earth, and shakes the world around. But lovely peace, in angel's form, Pope. GLEE for Three Voices. S. Webbe. Dr. CALLCOTT. DESOLATE is the dwelling of Mona, Raise the song of mourning, O bards, Over the land of strangers,— They have but fallen before us, For one day we must fall. Yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes, And whistles round the half-worn shield. Let the blast of the desert come, We shall be renowned in our day. The mark of my arm shall be in battle, Ossian. GLEE for Five Voices. Down in a valley as Alexis trips, He saw young Daphne sleeping; WILBYE.-1609. Soon did the wanton touch her ruby lips, She blush'd and fell a weeping. The youth then gently greets her, But all in vain entreats her: Since neither sighs nor tears cou'd move her pity, GLEE for Five Voices. DAUGHTER, Sweet, of voice and air, Gentle echo, haste thee here; S. WEBBE. GLEE for Three Voices. DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine: Or leave a kiss within the cup, And I'll not look for wine: The thirst that from the soul doth rise, But might I of Jove's nectar sip, I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, But thou, thereon, didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee! T. LINLEY. Ben Jonson. |