GLEE for Four Voices.

W. HAWES GAY Bacchus lay sleeping one day in a shade, Where the vines of Oporto wav'd over his head; And, dreaming of nectar, took fiction for truth, When a ripe purple cluster drop'd into his mouth. By an impulse which mortals nor gods can disguise, He press'd the rich grape and awoke with surprise ; On tasting the grape he pronounc'd it divine, And swore by his godhead its name should be wine. Then he call'd for Silenus and bade him prepare, To tell the wide world this discov'ry so rare ; To convene the disciples of pleasure and mirth, And bid them plant vineyards all over the earth. Since then boon companions whenever they meet, Hail Bacchus the founder bestowing the treat; With copious libations they quaff at his shrine, Who first press'd the grape and pronounc'd this is wine. Thos. Goodwin.

J. DANBY.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Go to my Anna's breast, sweet rose,

And there your blushing charms display, Tell, as your leaves their sweets disclose, How swift the fleeting hours decay.

GLEE for Four Voices.

GODDESS of the cheerful smile,

Thou can'st ev'ry care beguile!
Still to me thy joys impart,
Raise the spirits, warm the heart;
Fix thine empire in my breast,
Still an ever welcome guest.

GLEE for Three Voices.

GATHERING Violets, yesterday,

Alas! my heart was stole away;
Bell! I've been with thee alone,

Know'st thou where my heart is gone?
My little shepherdess reveal,

Did'st thou the captive wand'rer steal !
Then in thy breast my heart retain,
Or else restore it back again.

But, if my wand'ring heart has flown,
To steal its passage to thy own,
O! let it take of love its fill,
And I shall gather violets still.

S. WEBBE.

Dr. Dupuis.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Dr. CALLCOTT.

Go tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies,
To Daphne's window speed thy way;
And there on quiv'ring pinions rise,
There thy vocal art display.

And if she deign thy notes to hear,
And if she praise thy matin song ;
Tell her the sounds that charm her ear,
To Damon's native plains belong.

Shenstone.

L. ATTERBURY.

GLEE for Four Voices.

GENTLE air, thou breath of lovers,

Vapour from a secret fire;

Which by thee itself discovers,

Ere yet daring to aspire:

Softest note of whisper'd anguish,

Harmony's refined part;

Striking while thou seem'st to languish,

Full upon the list'ner's heart.

GLEE for Four Voices.

GENTLY touch the warbling lyre,

Chloe seems inclined to rest;

Fill her soul with fond desire,

Softest notes will sooth her breast. Pleasing dreams assist in love,

Let them all propitious prove.

Dr. HAYES.

Bradley.

GLEE for Four Voices.

W. HORSLEY, M. B. & W. Hawes.

GALLANT and gayly on the waves riding,
Spirits of ocean come to my call;
Nightly and daily thro' the deep gliding,
Swift as in motion ye circle this ball.

Warble a chorus passing before us,

Skimming the green where the moon-beams sleep; Hollow shells sounding, echo rebounding,

Charms into pleasure the turbulent deep.

Three Spaniards-G. Walker.

EPIGRAM for Four Voices.

Go, feeble tyrant, and in vain

Thy fruitless conquest boast!

The slave who once has felt thy chain,
Enjoys his triumph most.

Exert, alas! thy harmless hate,

Thy frowns and cold disdain ; Since double pleasure they create, To think them spent in vain. The sailor thus of danger free, From the securer shore

Looks back with joy, and laughs to see,

The storms he felt before.

GLEE for Three Voices.

Good statesmen need not only wit,

But Argus' eyes to see;

For here's a hit, and there's a hit,

But where can you hit me.

This nought impairs their high renown,

Tho' like true womens' men ;

They're in and out, and up and down,

And in and out again.

JACKSON.

Dr. ARNE.

Dr. Arne.