MADRIGAL for Six Voices.

LUCA MARenzio.

So saith my fair and beautiful Lycoris,

When now and then she talketh

With me of love.

Love is a sprite that walketh,

That soars and flies,

And none alive can hold him,
Nor touch him, nor behold him ;
Yet when her eyes she turneth,

I spy where he sojourneth,

In her eyes

There he flies,

But none can catch him,

Till from her lips he fetch him.

From the Musica Transalpina, 1599.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Dr. COOKE.

SWEET nymph! for thee I twin'd those flow'rs,
Which you so scoff at with disdain ;
Let Flora's gifts these May-born hours,
Plead both my passion and my pain.

O come, ye Muses, to my aid,

Breathe tender notes, my voice inspire!

For music may obtain the maid,

And melt her heart to soft desire.

Griffiths.

GLEE for Three Voices.

Dr. COOKE.

STAY, lovely Laura! let us sit and play,
While Phoebus hurries on the sultry day,
Let us the whisp'ring pines' cool shade enjoy :
How soft they murmar as the zephyrs' sigh!

While the brook, bubbling to my pipe's soft charms,
Shall woo some gentle vision to thy arms.

Birch.

GLEE for Three Voices.

R. J. S. STEVENS.

SEND back my long-stray'd eyes to me,
Which, oh! too long have dwelt on thee;
But if from you they've learn'd such ill,
To sweetly smile,

And then beguile,

Keep the deceivers, keep them still.

Send home my harmless heart again,

Which no unworthy thought could stain;

But if it has been taught by thine,

To forfeit both

Its word and oath,

Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine.

Suckling.-Altered by Dr. Donne.

THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION.
GLEE for Four Voices.

C. S. EVANS.

SHALL I, wasting in despayre,

Dye because a woman's fayre?

Shall my cheeks look pale with care,
Because another's rosy are?

Bee shee fayrer than the daye,
Or the flowerye meades in Maye;
If she think not well of mee,
What care I howe fayre shee bee.

Bee shee good, or kind, or fayre,
I will never more despayre;
If shee love mee, this believe,
I will dye ere shee shall grieve:
If she slight mee when I woo;
I will scorn and let her goe;
If shee bee not made for mee,

What care I for whome shee bee.

George Withers.

GLEE for Three Voices.

WM. SHIELD.

SHOULD mirth be observ'd by her sons to decline, They recruit her bright lamp with a flask of good wine; When the glass circles round and our spirits improve, How sweet flows the bumper to friendship and love.

Sir Henry Bate Dudley:

GLEE for Three Voices.

S. WEBBE and Dr. CALLCOTT.-Prize, 1792.

SEE! with ivy chaplet bound,

And wreaths of vernal roses crown'd,

Bacchus comes, and brings along
Blooming mirth and cheerful song.
But, ah! no myrtle there is seen,
No laurel spreads a lasting green !
Say, does Apollo fly the train?
Or lovely Venus, wine disdain ?
Behold the Muses now appear,
And willing beauty sighs sincere ;
Happier far than gods above,
We fill to Harmony and Love;
Happier far than men below,
Now with sparkling wine we glow:
Happier still our lot shall be,

Blest with these and Liberty.

MADRIGAL for Six Voices.

STAY, Corydon, thou swain,

Talk not so soon of dying,

What tho' thy heart be slain,
What tho' thy love be flying;

She threatens thee but dares not strike,
Thy nymph is light and shadow like;

For if thou follow her

She'll fly from thee,

But if thou fly from her

She'll follow thee.

WILBYE, 1609.

REQUIEM for Four Voices.

R. J. S. STEVENS.

SAINTS and angels hear our strains,
From purging fire her soul convey ;
And waft it to those blest domains,
Where smiling joy feels no decay.

Miss Starke.

GLEE for Five Voices.

SPRING returns with aspect mild,
Violets crown'd her loveliest child;
Now again the ruddy thorn,
Glitters with the dew of morn.
Buzzing round sweet cowslip bells,
Bees suck nectar from their cells;
The vivid flash from beauties eye,
When tell-tale love is lurking by ;
The pleading look, the starting tear,
That parting lovers often wear;
The balmy kiss, the gentle sigh

Escaping, yet it knew not why:

C. SMITH.

All hail! the lovely bloom of op'ning spring!
While Cupid's arrow flutters from its wing.

Mr. Latham.