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 - 624 pages |
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... roses bring , Crown her with all the pride of spring ; Let pleasure every hour employ , And her delight be Damon's joy . While bees with murmurs fill the plain , And sweets from every flower drain , - While , stretch'd beneath the ...
... roses bring , Crown her with all the pride of spring ; Let pleasure every hour employ , And her delight be Damon's joy . While bees with murmurs fill the plain , And sweets from every flower drain , - While , stretch'd beneath the ...
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... rose ? The rose , without the nightingale ? Without a crystal cup that glows With odorous wine , this vernal vale ? And what thy bard , without his maid ? Light of these eyes ! warmth of this blood ! The spring were but a desert shade ...
... rose ? The rose , without the nightingale ? Without a crystal cup that glows With odorous wine , this vernal vale ? And what thy bard , without his maid ? Light of these eyes ! warmth of this blood ! The spring were but a desert shade ...
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... roses Love I found ; Swift I seized his pinions fast , And in wine the wanton cast . Taking then the laughing cup , Swift I drank the wanton up ; Now with ever - tickling wings , Up and down my breast he springs . GLEE , for 3 Voices ...
... roses Love I found ; Swift I seized his pinions fast , And in wine the wanton cast . Taking then the laughing cup , Swift I drank the wanton up ; Now with ever - tickling wings , Up and down my breast he springs . GLEE , for 3 Voices ...
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... rose , Lingering after all the rest . Plainer myrtle pleases me , Thus outstretched beneath my vine- Myrtle more ... roses Cupid lay ; Soon as I spyed the wanton thing , I slyly caught him by the wing ; Then plunged him in a brimming ...
... rose , Lingering after all the rest . Plainer myrtle pleases me , Thus outstretched beneath my vine- Myrtle more ... roses Cupid lay ; Soon as I spyed the wanton thing , I slyly caught him by the wing ; Then plunged him in a brimming ...
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... roses bring . Catch , enjoy the noontide ray , Ere lowers the sky , ere sets the day . Words by Professor Smyth , of Peter - House , Cambridge . ( Cramer and Co. ) ! CATCH , for 3 Voices . - BATTISHILL . BUT thirty years Tom lived , ' t ...
... roses bring . Catch , enjoy the noontide ray , Ere lowers the sky , ere sets the day . Words by Professor Smyth , of Peter - House , Cambridge . ( Cramer and Co. ) ! CATCH , for 3 Voices . - BATTISHILL . BUT thirty years Tom lived , ' t ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.