The Words of the Most Favourite Pieces: Performed at the Glee Club, the Catch Club, and Other Public SocietiesRichard Clark Philanthropic Society, 1814 - 435 sider |
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... hands upon himself , on the 4th of October , 1744 , at his house in Warner Street , Coldbath Fields ; and , by means of a halter , put a period to a life which had been led without reproach , being upwards of eighty years of age . " As ...
... hands upon himself , on the 4th of October , 1744 , at his house in Warner Street , Coldbath Fields ; and , by means of a halter , put a period to a life which had been led without reproach , being upwards of eighty years of age . " As ...
Side xxix
... hand C. ib . ib . 33 ib . 34 35 ib . 36 ib . 37 . ib , 38 39 ib . 40 Come , come , all noble souls ! who skill'd in music's art ib . Consign'd to dust , beneath this stone Come , shepherds ! come away without delay Come , shepherds , we ...
... hand C. ib . ib . 33 ib . 34 35 ib . 36 ib . 37 . ib , 38 39 ib . 40 Come , come , all noble souls ! who skill'd in music's art ib . Consign'd to dust , beneath this stone Come , shepherds ! come away without delay Come , shepherds , we ...
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... Hand in hand with fairy grace ... Here my Chloe , charming maid . 132 133 .... Hark ! hark ! ' tis a voice from the tomb .. 134 .... Hast thou left thy blue course in heav'n ....... 135 Here let's join in harmony .. ib . How soft sleeps ...
... Hand in hand with fairy grace ... Here my Chloe , charming maid . 132 133 .... Hark ! hark ! ' tis a voice from the tomb .. 134 .... Hast thou left thy blue course in heav'n ....... 135 Here let's join in harmony .. ib . How soft sleeps ...
Side xli
... hand here of love . Say , mighty love , and teach my song . Sleep , sleep , poor youth ! sleep , sleep in peace ... Some of my heroes are low .... Sopbrosyne , thou guard unseen .. ib . 265 266 ib . 267 ib . 268 269 270 271 ib ...
... hand here of love . Say , mighty love , and teach my song . Sleep , sleep , poor youth ! sleep , sleep in peace ... Some of my heroes are low .... Sopbrosyne , thou guard unseen .. ib . 265 266 ib . 267 ib . 268 269 270 271 ib ...
Side xliv
... hand in hand ...... Too late I staid , forgive the crime To arms ! your ensigns straight display .... Thou'rt gone away from me ..... Thy beauteous eyes shine with celestial fire . Take , oh ! take those lips away . .... To all lovers ...
... hand in hand ...... Too late I staid , forgive the crime To arms ! your ensigns straight display .... Thou'rt gone away from me ..... Thy beauteous eyes shine with celestial fire . Take , oh ! take those lips away . .... To all lovers ...
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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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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.