GLEE for Five Voices.

R. J. S. STEVENS.

ALTHO' Soft sleep Death's near resemblance wears,

Still do I wish him on my couch to lie : Come, balmy rest! for sweetly it appears,

Thus, without life, to live! thus, without death, to die.

GLEE for Four Voices.

R. J. S. STEVENS.

ASK'T thou, how long my love shall stay,

When all that's new is past?

How long? ah.! Delia, can I say

How long my life will last?

Dry be that tear, be hush'd that sigh,
At least I'll love thee till I die.

And does that thought affect thee too,
The thought of Damon's death ?
That he who only lives for you;

Must yield his faithful breath?

Hush'd be that sigh! be dry that tear!

Nor let us lose our heaven here.

Sheridan.

GLEE for Four Voices.

ANSWER.

R. J. S. STEvens.

THINK'ST thou, my Damon, I'd forego,

This tender luxury of woe?

Which, better than the tongue, imparts
The feelings of impassion'd hearts:
Blest if my sighs and tears but prove
The winds and waves, that waft to love.

Can true affection cease to fear?
Poor is the joy not worth a tear :
Did passion ever know content ?
How weak the rapture words can paint :
Then let my sighs and tears but prove
The winds and waves, that waft to love.

GLEE for Four Voices.

AWAKE! Sweet love! thou art return'd;

My heart, which long in absence mourn'd,
Lives now in perfect joy.

Only herself hath seemed fair,

She only I could love;

She only drove me to despair,

When she unkind did prove.

DOWLAND.

DUETTO.

As I saw fair Chlora walk alone,
The feather'd snow came softly down,
As Jove descending from his tow'r,

To court her in a silver show'r..

HAYDN.

The wanton snow flew to her breast,
As little birds into their nest;

But being o'ercome with whiteness there,
For grief dissolv'd into a tear.

Thence falling on her garments hem,

To deck her, froze into a gem.

The wanton snow, &c.

Da Capo.

MADRIGAL for Four Voices.

ADIEU! Sweet Amarillis !

WILBYE.-1598.

For since to part your will is,

O heavy tiding!

There is for me no biding;

Yet once again, ere that I part with you,
Amarillis sweet, adieu!

QUARTETTO.

Aн grazie si rendono al sommo fattor,
Che in Tito del Trono salvo' lo splendor:
Ah! no' sventurato non sono con tanto,
Se in Roma il mio fato, se trova compianto,
Se voti Tito si formano ancor.

CHORUS.

Ah grazie si rendono, &c.

MOZART.

GLEE for Five Voices.

J. BATTISHILL.

AMIDST the myrtles as I walk,
Love and myself thus enter talk;
"Tell me,” said I, in deep distress,
"Where I may find my shepherdess ?"

Says love to me," thou gentle swain,
Thy search in myrtle grove is vain;
Examine well thy noblest part,
Thou'lt find her seated in thy heart."

Carew.

The late Earl of Sandwich.

MADRIGAL for Four Voices.

DOWLAND.-1597.

AWAKE, Sweet love! thou art return'd,

My heart, which long in absence mourn'd,

Lives now in perfect joy;

Only herself hath seemed fair,

She only I could love;

She only drove me to despair,
When she unkind did prove.

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ROUND for Three Voices.

A BLOOMING youth lies buried here,
Euphemius, to his country dear :
Nature adorn'd his mind and face,
With ev'ry charm and ev'ry grace;
About the marriage state to prove,
But death had quicker wings than love.

Dr. BOYCE.

Translated from the Greek by the Rev. S. Wesley.

MADRIGAL for Four Voices.

WEELKES.1598.

Aн, me! my wonted joys forsake me,
And deep despair doth overtake me;
Awhile I sung, but now I weep,

Thus sorrows run when pleasures creep;
I wish to live, and yet I die,

For love has wrought my misery.

DUET.

ALAS, poor fly! thy race is run,

Sir J. STEVENSON.

But thou hast lov'd and liv'd with glee;

And, ah! behold my setting sun,

For I have lov'd and liv'd like thee. One glass has form'd this grave of thine, An hundred hogsheads may be mine.