GLEE for Five Voices.

W. HORSLEY, M.B.

BLEST is the fairy hour, the twilight shade

Of ev'ning, wand'ring thro' her woodland dear; Sweet the still sound that steals along the glade, 'Tis fancy wafts it! and her vot❜ries hear.

'Tis fancy wafts it! and, how sweet the sound!
I hear it now, the distant hills up-long!
While fairy echos, from their dells around,
And woods and wilds, the feeble notes prolong.

Mrs. Radcliff's Romance of

Athlin and Dunbane.

GLEE for Four Voices.

W. HAWES.

Boy! who the rosy bowl doth pass,

Fill me up the largest glass;

The largest glass, the oldest wine,

The laws of drinking give, as mine.

Ye limpid streams! where'er you flow,
Far hence, to water drinkers go;
Go, the dull and the sedate,

And fly the god, whose bow'rs you hate.

But hither come, ye streams divine,
Of rich and sparkling rosy wine;
Still must my ever thirsty lip,

From large and flowing bumpers sip.

D

GLEE for Four Voices.

Sir JOHN STEVENSON.-Prize Glee, 1812.

BORN in yon blaze of orient sky,

Sweet May thy radiant form unfold; Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye,

And wave thy shadowy locks of gold.

For thee the fragrant zephyrs blow,
For thee descends the sunny shower;
And rills in softer murmurs flow,

And brighter blossoms gem the bower.

Light graces dressed in flow'ry wreaths,
And tiptoe joys their hands combine;
And love his sweet contagion breathes,
And laughing dances round the shrine.

Warm with new life the glittering throng,
On quivering fin and sportive wing ;
Delighted join their votive song,
And hail thee goddess of the spring.

Dr. Darwyn.

GLEE for Four Voices.

L. ATTERBURY.-Prize Glee, 1780.

BEGONE, dull care! without delay,

To gloomy deserts haste away;
Hither haste, ye sons of pleasure!

Joys here know no bound nor measure ;
Banish care, and drowsy thinking,
Now's the reign of love and drinking.

GLEE for Four Voices.

BRING me flowers! and bring me wine!

Boy, attend thy master's call; Round my brows let myrtles twine, At my feet let roses fall.

Breathe in softest notes the flute,
Form the song, and sound the lute;

Let the gentle accents flow,

As the whisp'ring zephyr's blow.

W. HAWES.

What avails the downcast eye!

What avails the tear, the sigh!
Why should grief obstruct our way!
When we live but for a day.

Then, boy, bring me wine, &c.

Late Dutchess of Devonshire.

MASONIC ODE for Three Voices.

Dr. COOKE.

By mason's art the aspiring dome,

In various columns shall arise;
All climates are their native home,
Their godlike actions reach the skies.
Heroes and kings revere their name,
And poets sing their deathless fame;
Great, generous, noble, wise, and brave,
Are titles they most justly claim.
Their deeds shall live beyond the grave,
Which babes unborn shall loud proclaim;
Time shall their glorious acts enrol,
Whilst love and friendship charm the soul.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Curæ leves loquuntur, ingentes Stupent.

BENEATH a church-yard yew,

M. Rock.

Decay'd and worn with age,

́At dusk of eve, methought I spy'd

Poor Slender's ghost, that whimp'ring cry'd,

O sweet! O sweet! Anne Page!

Ye gentle bards, give ear!

Who talk of am'rous rage,

Who spoil the lilly, rob the rose,

Come learn of me to weep your woes!

O sweet! O sweet! Anne Page!

Shenstone.

GLEE for Three Voices.

BACCHUS, Jove's delightful boy,
Gen'rous god of wine and joy;
Still exhilarates my soul,
With the raptures of the bowl.

Then with feather'd feet I bound,
Dancing in the festive round;
Then I feel the sparkling wine,
Transports delicate-divine!

Then the sprightly music warms!
Songs delight, and beauty charms;
Debonaire, and light, and gay,
Thus I dance the hours away.

S. WEBBE.

MADRIGAL for Five Voices.

WRITTEN UNDER A LADY'S PICTURE.

BENEATH a weight of hapless love,
How weak does ev'ry effort prove,

When struggling to get free;
In vain, against love's pointed darts,
The tender soul its fire exerts,

And pants for liberty.

Dr. COOKE.