The Words of the Most Favourite Pieces: Performed at the Glee Club, the Catch Club, and Other Public SocietiesRichard Clark Philanthropic Society, 1814 - Всего страниц: 435 |
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... Hope tells a flatt'ring tale . Had heaps of treasur'd gold the power 112 113 ib . 114 Hail ! smiling morn ! that tips the hills with gold ..... ib . Here lies my wife , poor Phillis ! let her lie How dread the crash ! how vivid is the ...
... Hope tells a flatt'ring tale . Had heaps of treasur'd gold the power 112 113 ib . 114 Hail ! smiling morn ! that tips the hills with gold ..... ib . Here lies my wife , poor Phillis ! let her lie How dread the crash ! how vivid is the ...
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... Hope's fairy train .......... You ask me , dear Jack , for an emblem that's rife .... Ye vales and woods , fair scenes of happier hours .... Ye spotted snakes with double tongue . You , gentlemen of England .... You pretty birds that ...
... Hope's fairy train .......... You ask me , dear Jack , for an emblem that's rife .... Ye vales and woods , fair scenes of happier hours .... Ye spotted snakes with double tongue . You , gentlemen of England .... You pretty birds that ...
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... hope bereave ! Go fetch the Indian's borrow'd plume , Yet richer far than that you bloom ; I'm but a lodger in your heart , And more than me , I fear , have part . Dr. CALLCOTT . GLEE for Four Voices . ARISE , ye winds ! 7.
... hope bereave ! Go fetch the Indian's borrow'd plume , Yet richer far than that you bloom ; I'm but a lodger in your heart , And more than me , I fear , have part . Dr. CALLCOTT . GLEE for Four Voices . ARISE , ye winds ! 7.
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... . BLOW , blow , Boreas ! blow : and let the surly winds Make the billows foam and roar ; Thou canst no terrors raise in valiant minds , But spite of thee we hope to reach the shore . 1 ODE for Five Voices . J. S. SMITH . 25.
... . BLOW , blow , Boreas ! blow : and let the surly winds Make the billows foam and roar ; Thou canst no terrors raise in valiant minds , But spite of thee we hope to reach the shore . 1 ODE for Five Voices . J. S. SMITH . 25.
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... hope , my joy , my spring ; O she that was your summer's queen , Your day's delight , Is gone , and will no more be seen . Oh ! cruel spight , Break all your pipes , that wont to sound With pleasant cheer , And cast yourselves upon the ...
... hope , my joy , my spring ; O she that was your summer's queen , Your day's delight , Is gone , and will no more be seen . Oh ! cruel spight , Break all your pipes , that wont to sound With pleasant cheer , And cast yourselves upon the ...
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Anacreon Bacchus beauty Ben Jonson birds blest breast breath CALLCOTT CATCH charms cheerful COOKE dance dear delight doth drink ev'ry eyes Five Voices flow'rs Four Voices gentle GLEE for Five GLEE for Four GLEE for Three grace grove happy Hark harmony haste heart heav'n Hecate HORSLEY John King live faire Oriana Long live faire lov'd love's MADRIGAL for Five MADRIGAL for Four MADRIGAL for Six maid merry MICHAEL ESTE mirth morn night nimphs nymphs of Diana o'er peace pleasure pow'r Prize Glees queen R. B. Sheridan R. J. S. STEVENS rose rosy round sang the shepherds Shakspeare shepherds and nymphs sigh sing Six Voices sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring swain sweet sweetly tear thee thine THOMAS BATESON THOMAS MORLEY thou Three Voices thro vale wanton WEBBE wind wine
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Стр. 203 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Стр. 306 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Стр. 256 - Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth...
Стр. 253 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Стр. 110 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Стр. 211 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave ; but thou thyself movest aloive.
Стр. 274 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Стр. 71 - Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Стр. 220 - Eas'd of her load, subjection grows more light, And poverty looks cheerful in thy sight: Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay, Giv'st beauty to the sun, and pleasure to the day.
Стр. 376 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.