Lyric Poetry of Glees, Madrigals, Catches, Rounds, Canons, and Duets: As Performed in the Noblemen and Gentlemen's Catch Club, the Glee Club, the Melodists Club, the Adelphi Glee Club, and All Vocal Societies of the United KingdomR. and J. E. Taylor, 1840 - Всего страниц: 624 |
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... King , James , Esq . King , Thomas , Esq . , Manchester . Liverpool Beefsteak Club ( five copies ) . Lawrence , T. , Esq . Liston , R. , Esq . ( two copies ) . Lingard , F. , Esq . , Durham ( two copies ) . Leeming , W. , Esq . , Bury ...
... King , James , Esq . King , Thomas , Esq . , Manchester . Liverpool Beefsteak Club ( five copies ) . Lawrence , T. , Esq . Liston , R. , Esq . ( two copies ) . Lingard , F. , Esq . , Durham ( two copies ) . Leeming , W. , Esq . , Bury ...
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... King's Collection . This gained the Catch - Club Prize 1835 . GLEE , for 3 Voices . - DANBY . ( 2 Sopranos , Bass . ) Ar setting day and rising morn , With soul that still shall love thee , I'll ask of Heaven thy safe return , With all ...
... King's Collection . This gained the Catch - Club Prize 1835 . GLEE , for 3 Voices . - DANBY . ( 2 Sopranos , Bass . ) Ar setting day and rising morn , With soul that still shall love thee , I'll ask of Heaven thy safe return , With all ...
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... king , From our rocky cave we spring , To lash the deep from furious wing , And bid the tempest rage ; For angry Venus now , A victim to her slighted fires , Her passion can assuage . I to the Antarctic region fly , And to the ...
... king , From our rocky cave we spring , To lash the deep from furious wing , And bid the tempest rage ; For angry Venus now , A victim to her slighted fires , Her passion can assuage . I to the Antarctic region fly , And to the ...
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... kings , whose glorious arms Appeased Europa's wild alarms ; Whose deeds , resplendent with renown , Restored each exiled monarch's crown : They bade the raging battle cease , And the hostile nations peace . gave Far as the circling sun ...
... kings , whose glorious arms Appeased Europa's wild alarms ; Whose deeds , resplendent with renown , Restored each exiled monarch's crown : They bade the raging battle cease , And the hostile nations peace . gave Far as the circling sun ...
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... KING . ( 2 Tenors and Bass . ) BUT who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain's side ; The lowing herd , the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried ; In the low valley ...
... KING . ( 2 Tenors and Bass . ) BUT who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain's side ; The lowing herd , the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried ; In the low valley ...
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Alto Anacreon Bacchus beauty Beefsteak Club beneath Bishop's Collection blest bliss bosom bower boys breath bright Callcott CANZONET CATCH Catch-book Chappell charms cheerful Cooke Cramer Cramer and Co D'Almaine D'Almaine and Co Danby dear delight doth drink eyes fair flowers gentle grief grove H. R. Bishop hail happy Hargreaves Hark haste Hawes heart heaven Horsley hour J. R. Planché Ladies lassie Linley Lonsdale lyre MADRIGAL maid MARENZIO merry Mills mirth Morley morn Muse ne'er night Novello numbers nymph o'er Parry peace pleasure rose round shade sigh sing sleep smiles soft song Sopranos and Bass sorrow soul sound spring sweet T. F. Walmisley tears tell Tenors and Bass thee thine thou voice Voices.-Dr Voices.-H. R. BISHOP Voices.-JOHN Voices.-S Voices.-T. F. WALMISLEY Warren's Collection Warren's Vocal Harmony Webbe Webbe's Collection weep wind wine wing Words
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Стр. 67 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Стр. 205 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Стр. 36 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Стр. 569 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
Стр. 288 - Now the bright morning star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Стр. 22 - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
Стр. 342 - But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Стр. 341 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Стр. 187 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Стр. 590 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.