GLEE for Four Voices. Earl of MORNINGTON.-Prize, 1779. HERE in cool grot and mossy cell, GLEE for Three Voices. HERE'S a health to all good lasses, Shenstone. GUGLIELMI. GLEE for Four Voices. HALCYON days, now wars are ending, You shall find whene'er you sail, With a kind and gentle gale; Dr COOKE. No stars again shall hurt you from above, Da Capo. Dryden. GLEE for Four Voices. Dr. COOKE.-Medal, 1771. And for Three Voices. How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, F. IRELAND. Collins. GLEE for Four Voices. S. PAXTON.-Medal, 1779. How sweet, how fresh, this vernal day, How musical the air! Nature was never seen so gay, Were but my Silvio near. Hush! wanton birds, your am'rous song Alarms my virgin breast; Retire, sweet whist❜ling winds be gone, ROUND for Three Voices. Dr. ALDRICH. HARK! the bonny Christ-church bells, One, two, three, four, five, six, They sound so woundy great, And they troul so merrily. That ev'ry day, at four and ten, Cries, come, come, come, come, come to prayers, Tingle, tingle, ting, goes the small bell at nine, To call the beerers home; But there's ne'er a man will leave his can, 'Till he hears the mighty Tom. Dr. Aldrich, late Dean of Christ Church. oices! GLEE for Six Voices. HENCE all ye vain delights! As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy; Oh! sweetest melancholy. Welcome folded arms and fixed eyes, Fountain heads, and pathless groves, A midnight bell! a parting groan ! S. WERBE. Then stretch our bones in a still, gloomy valley, Nothing so dainty sweet as melancholy. Beaumont and Fletcher. GLEE for Four Voices. HAIL! Star of Brunswick! S. WEBBE. If war's ordained, this star shall dart it's beams This shall direct it where the bolt to throw, A star, for us; a comet, to the foe. If ་ peace shall smile by this, shall commerce steer Young. GLEE for Four Voices. HOPE tells a flatt'ring tale, I RT. COOKE. Miss Wrother. |