GLEE for Five Voices. S. WEBBE. Whiten with wrath, and split the sturdy mast. To Him, whose pow'r unbounded rules the main. ODE for Three Voices. Dr. ARNE. Song by Mr. HOOK.. WHEN Britain on her sea-girt shore, Her ancient Druids erst addrest; 'And view thine isle with envious eyes, 'Thine oaks descending to the main, With floating forts shall stem the tides, 'Asserting Britain's liquid reign, Where e'er thy thund'ring navy rides! "Nor less to peaceful arts inclin'd, "Where commerce opens all her stores, "In social bands shall league mankind, And join the sea-divided shores : Spread then thy sails where naval glory calls, 'Britain's best bulwarks are her wooden walls.' Hail! happy isle! what tho' thy vales Yet Liberty rewards the toil Who jocund ploughs the grateful soil, And reaps While other realms tyrannic sway enthrals, Britain's best bulwarks are-her wooden walls. Mr. H. Green. GLEE for Four Voices. Harmonized by WM. JACKSON. Air by Dr. ARNE, in the Tempest. WHERE the bee sucks, there lark I, In a cowslip's bell 1 lie; There I couch when owls do cry, On a batt's back do I fly, After sun-set merrily; Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. All we fairies that do run, Thoro' bush, thoro' briar, Over park, over pale, Thoro' flood, thoro' fire. Merrily, merrily, shall we live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Shakspeare. GLEE for Three Voices. WHAT Anacreon lov'd we drink, Press it closely to the lip; Misers, can ye sleep or think, While such nectar here we sip? BAILDON Our gay honest Horace would take off his flask, › Come, broach the Falernian or massie old cask, Let the whining lover sigh, All his tears are shed in vain ; But a bumper can supply, Ev'ry tear that love can drain. Love was ne'er a treasure, Drinking is a pleasure, Then fill your gen'rous goblets high! Let your glasses gingle, Thus our joys we mingle, Drink, sons of Bacchus, till ye die. Fawkes. GLEE for Four Voices. S. WEBBE. WHERE, hapless Ilion! are thy heav'n-built walls, ́ But thy transcendant fame can never die ; They fill the world, and with the world shall last. C. Butler. GLEE for Four Voices. Dr. ARNE.-Prize, 1765. WHICH is the properest day to drink, Saturday, Sunday, Monday? Each is the properest day I think, Why should I name but one day? Tell me but your's, I'll mention my day, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Dr. Arne. |