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 pagina's |
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Pagina 8
... dear as true passion's first delicate glow , When hearts deeply conscious , repress the fond sigh , While the mutual avowal still beams from the eye ? But cease , foolish heart , on such moments to dwell , Forget the fond meeting and ...
... dear as true passion's first delicate glow , When hearts deeply conscious , repress the fond sigh , While the mutual avowal still beams from the eye ? But cease , foolish heart , on such moments to dwell , Forget the fond meeting and ...
Pagina 15
... dear , Wilt e'er remember me ? This Glee gained the Prize Medal of the Hibernian Catch Club , 1788 . Bland's Collection , No. 36. ( Mills . ) CANON , for 4 Voices . - S . WEBBE . ALZATE , O porte , i vostri capi ! alzatevi , O porte ...
... dear , Wilt e'er remember me ? This Glee gained the Prize Medal of the Hibernian Catch Club , 1788 . Bland's Collection , No. 36. ( Mills . ) CANON , for 4 Voices . - S . WEBBE . ALZATE , O porte , i vostri capi ! alzatevi , O porte ...
Pagina 18
... dear , make haste to begone thee ; Lo ! where the bride , fair Daphne , tarries on thee . Hark , O hark , yon merry wanton maidens squealing , Spice - cakes and sops - in - wine are now dealing . Then run apace And get a bride - lace ...
... dear , make haste to begone thee ; Lo ! where the bride , fair Daphne , tarries on thee . Hark , O hark , yon merry wanton maidens squealing , Spice - cakes and sops - in - wine are now dealing . Then run apace And get a bride - lace ...
Pagina 19
... dear , why weep you ? Oh fear not that dear love , the next day keep we . List yon minstrels ; hark how they firk it , And how the maidens jirk it , With Kate and Will , Tom and Gill : Now a skip , Then a trip , Finely set aloft , There ...
... dear , why weep you ? Oh fear not that dear love , the next day keep we . List yon minstrels ; hark how they firk it , And how the maidens jirk it , With Kate and Will , Tom and Gill : Now a skip , Then a trip , Finely set aloft , There ...
Pagina 21
... dear ? then sing and say Fa , la , la ! But oh that love - enchanting eye ! Lo ! here my doubtful doom I try , - Tell me , my dear , live I or die ? She smiles ( fa , la , la ! ) — she frowns - ah me , I die ! Warren's Vocal Harmony ...
... dear ? then sing and say Fa , la , la ! But oh that love - enchanting eye ! Lo ! here my doubtful doom I try , - Tell me , my dear , live I or die ? She smiles ( fa , la , la ! ) — she frowns - ah me , I die ! Warren's Vocal Harmony ...
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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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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.