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 9
... hour , that happy hour , When first I owned Emira's power ! Then gloomy thoughts and pining care Forsook my breast , and love reigned there . Where yonder lime - trees fan the air , I saw , I loved the charming fair ; In tumults wild my ...
... hour , that happy hour , When first I owned Emira's power ! Then gloomy thoughts and pining care Forsook my breast , and love reigned there . Where yonder lime - trees fan the air , I saw , I loved the charming fair ; In tumults wild my ...
Pagina 28
... hours , Nor let a care our joys molest ; Thus may we bless the indulgent powers , And soothe our plighted souls to rest . Jackson's Madrigals . GLEE , for 4 Voices . - R . J. S. STEVENS . ( Alto , 2 Tenors , Bass . ) ASKEST thou how ...
... hours , Nor let a care our joys molest ; Thus may we bless the indulgent powers , And soothe our plighted souls to rest . Jackson's Madrigals . GLEE , for 4 Voices . - R . J. S. STEVENS . ( Alto , 2 Tenors , Bass . ) ASKEST thou how ...
Pagina 39
... Hours , Quaffed the deep bowl and raised the jocund song . There the poet careless lies , Pleasure sparkling in his eyes , While the rosy nymphs are led In mazy dance around his bed ; And ever as they near him move , Urged by wine and ...
... Hours , Quaffed the deep bowl and raised the jocund song . There the poet careless lies , Pleasure sparkling in his eyes , While the rosy nymphs are led In mazy dance around his bed ; And ever as they near him move , Urged by wine and ...
Pagina 40
... hour improve , That each may mutual blessings taste ; So shall the charms that win my love Be strong enough to make it last . TRIO.-H. R. BISHOP , Mus . Bac . ( 3 Sopranos . ) BEAUTIFUL are the fields of day , Yet we have fields more ...
... hour improve , That each may mutual blessings taste ; So shall the charms that win my love Be strong enough to make it last . TRIO.-H. R. BISHOP , Mus . Bac . ( 3 Sopranos . ) BEAUTIFUL are the fields of day , Yet we have fields more ...
Pagina 46
... hours , As zephyr's brushing flowers , When peace sheds her beam on the breast : So swift they flutter by , We count not ere they fly , But feel that their passage is blest . Bishop's Collection , Vol . 3. ( D'Almaine and Co. ) GLEE ...
... hours , As zephyr's brushing flowers , When peace sheds her beam on the breast : So swift they flutter by , We count not ere they fly , But feel that their passage is blest . Bishop's Collection , Vol . 3. ( D'Almaine and Co. ) GLEE ...
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Populaire passages
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.