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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Page 57
... WALMISLEY . ( Alto , 2 Tenors , and Bass . ) BRIGHT while smiles the sparkling wine , Music , breathe thy softened strain , Bid the heart its griefs resign , Useless cares and wishes vain . Time our sorrow or our joy Heedless will alike ...
... WALMISLEY . ( Alto , 2 Tenors , and Bass . ) BRIGHT while smiles the sparkling wine , Music , breathe thy softened strain , Bid the heart its griefs resign , Useless cares and wishes vain . Time our sorrow or our joy Heedless will alike ...
Page 96
... WALMISLEY . ( Soprano , Alto , Tenor , and Bass . ) DAUGHTERS of Albion , once there grew a flower , The sweetest and the fairest of the bower ; The lovely spring in all her radiance smiled , And called the beauteous plant her fairy ...
... WALMISLEY . ( Soprano , Alto , Tenor , and Bass . ) DAUGHTERS of Albion , once there grew a flower , The sweetest and the fairest of the bower ; The lovely spring in all her radiance smiled , And called the beauteous plant her fairy ...
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... WALMISLEY . ( 2 Sopranos , Alto , Tenor , and Bass . ) FROM flower to flower , with eager pains , See the blest labourer fly ; When all that from her toil she gains Is in the sweets she hoards to die . " Tis thus ( would man the truth ...
... WALMISLEY . ( 2 Sopranos , Alto , Tenor , and Bass . ) FROM flower to flower , with eager pains , See the blest labourer fly ; When all that from her toil she gains Is in the sweets she hoards to die . " Tis thus ( would man the truth ...
Page 132
... WALMISLEY . ( Soprano , Alto , Tenor , and Bass . ) FROM the garden's gay border , or skirts of the field , Jocund Summer a garland would take , Which in sweetness and beauty was only to yield To the bride , and was wove for her sake ...
... WALMISLEY . ( Soprano , Alto , Tenor , and Bass . ) FROM the garden's gay border , or skirts of the field , Jocund Summer a garland would take , Which in sweetness and beauty was only to yield To the bride , and was wove for her sake ...
Page 138
... WALMISLEY . ( Alto , 2 Tenors , and Bass . ) GIRL of my soul ! this goblet sip , " T will chase thy pensive tear ; " T will sweeten care like woman's lip- Like it , will banish fear . Though not , alas ! so sweet , It yet will give us ...
... WALMISLEY . ( Alto , 2 Tenors , and Bass . ) GIRL of my soul ! this goblet sip , " T will chase thy pensive tear ; " T will sweeten care like woman's lip- Like it , will banish fear . Though not , alas ! so sweet , It yet will give us ...
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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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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.