River Spirit. Tears of an imprison'd maiden, Mountain Spirit. Arthur's slow wain his course doth roll, The northern bear lowers black and grim; Twinkling faint, and distant far, Schimmers through mist each planet star QUARTET. Th' unearthly voices ceast Walter Scott, Esq. HARMONISTS' GLEE, for Three Voices and Chorus. SOBER lay and mirthful glee, Thou, with more than chymic art, From each fibre of the heart Can'st extract the sigh at will, R. J. S. STEvens. Thou can'st sheath the crimson'd steel, Cupids, as they wanton round, Rich libations will we pour O descend, angelic maid! With tresses fair, which might become Goddess! at this festive hour, Rich libations will we pour Of rosy wine! Samuel Birch. GLEE for Four Voices. W. HORSLEY, M.B. SLOW! fresh font! keep time with my salt tears, O slower yet, O fainter gentle springs; List to the heavy part the music bears, Woe weeps out her decision when she sings. Fall grief in show'rs, Or beauty is not our's. O! could I still, like melting snow, Since summer's pride is now a wither'd daffodil. Ben Jonson. GLEE for Three Voices. Harmonized by J. MAZZINGHI. RECITATIVE. SHE paused, then blushing led the lay, To grace the stranger of the day; GLEE. Huntsmen rest, thy chase is done, While our slumb'rous spells assail ye; Dream not with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveillie. Sleep! the deer is in his den; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying: 1 Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen, Walter Scott, Esq. GLEE for Five Voices. SWEET is the soft and sunny breeze, The kisses are, of her I love, S. WEBBE. GLEE for Five Voices. Dr. ALCOCK. Soon as the genial spring renews the shade, Beneath the bow'r the lover tells His tender wishes to the list'ning maid, GLEE for Four Voices. W. HORSLEY, M.B. SEE how fair Flora decks our fields with flowers, And clothes our groves in gaudy summer's green ; And wanton spring pours forth her balmy show'rs, To hasten Ceres' harvests, hallow'd queen! Now shepherds lay their winter weeds away, |