strophes, which return in the same order and num The following account of the word Madrigal, has been suggested to the Editor :-"An original song of rejoicing in honour of the virgin mother, from madra, mother; and galdere or madrigaldere, a rejoicing hymn to the holy mother." Some pains have been taken to discover the author of the words of that beautiful glee, beginning "When winds breathe soft along the silent deep," but with no other effect than the following information, which the Editor had from Mr. Webbe himself:-He had sent his servant to the chandler's shop, who returned with a printed sheet of paper enveloping the article bought. The beauty of the poetry induced him to set the words to music. The ideas are undoubtedly borrowed from sacred history. * Bailey. ADVERTISEMENT. THE Editor begs Leave to inform those Gentlemen who have favoured him with their Names to this Work, that he is preparing a Second Volume of Poetry, principally written and set to Music in the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. Those Gentlemen who may wish to become Subscribers will please to honour him with their Names. INDEX. A. PAGE GOD OD save the King.. Rule Britannia Non nobis, Domine ... Glorious Apollo from on high beheld us A gen'rous friendship no cold medium knows... As on a summer's day...... As o'er the varied meads I stray. Awake, Eolian lyre, awake... xii xvii 1 2 ib. 3 4 ib. As now the shades of eve embrown.. 5 Are the white hours for ever fled... As I was going to Derby ..... Ah, why this boding start, this sudden pain. Alone thro' unfrequented wilds..... ib. 6 7 ib. 8 9 10 ib. 11 ib. 12 ib. Ask't thou, how long my love shall stay... ib. Think'st thou, my Damon, I'd forego.......... ib. Awake! sweet love! thou art return'd.... .... As I saw fair Chlora walk alone.. Ah grazie si rendono al sommo fattor.. As it fell, upon a day..... .... Around the festive board we social join... PAGE 15 ib. 16 ib. 17 ib. 18 ib. ib. 19 ib. 20 ib. 21 ib. 22 ib. Awake, fair maid! the sylvan lyre..... Blow, blow, Boreas! blow: and let the surly winds.. Blest pair of sirens, pledges of heav'n's joy..... 25 Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waters! gently flow...... Buz, quoth the blue fly; hum, quoth the bee.... Beauty, sweet love! is like the morning dew..... Blest is the fairy hour, the twilight shade. PAGE 31 ib. 32 Bring me flowers! and bring me wine.... By mason's art the aspiring dome... Beneath a church-yard yew Bacchus, Jove's delightful boy Beneath a weight of hapless love... Bacchus, would'st thou deign to hear me Bacchus, sprightly god of wine.... Bronte, Piragmo e Sterope... Bacchus, to arms! the enemy's at hand C. ib. ib. 33 ib. 34 35 ib. 36 ib. 37. ib, 38 39 ib. 40 Come, come, all noble souls! who skill'd in music's art ib. Consign'd to dust, beneath this stone Come, shepherds! come away without delay Come, shepherds, we'll follow the hearse.. Concord is conquer'd! in this urn there lies. 47 48 ib. |