4. Since first you knew my amorous 4. Since my tears and lamenting J. Purry. Page .386 T. F. Walmisley 389 . T. Morley . . 389 4. Sing with thy mouth. . From the Deuteromelia'. 390 3. Sir, you are a comical fellow 3. Sister, oh say, dost thou 4. Slowly, father Time 3. Smiths are good fellows Bates . 390 . Dr. Harrington. 390 J. S. Smith. 391 . H. R. Bishop . J. C. Clifton. J. Hindle. . 391 . 391 . W. Horsley. 5. Soft o'er the mountain's purple brow 5. Sophrosyne, thou guard unseen. R. Cooke. J. Parry. W. Horsley . . 397 G. Renaldi W. Hawes 3. Stay, oh stay, thou lovely shade 6. Stay, prithee stay 3. Stray not to those distant scenes 4. Strike, strike the lyre! ... . H. R. Bishop Voices. 4. Such radiant eyes who can withstand J. Danby . 3. Surgamus, eamus 3. Surly Giles's old cat was shut out 3. Sweet are the blushes on thy face. 4. Sweet bird, that sings .. . . 4. Sweet is the balmy evening hour 3. Sweet is the breath. . Carissimi. S. Webbe W. Horsley Dr. Cooke . S. Webbe J. McMurdie S. Webbe. E. Taylor . J. Danby. . 411 5. Sweet is the soft, the sunny breeze 4. Sweet object of the zephyr's kiss . S. Webbe, Jun.. 414 . W. Horsley. 4. Sweet soothing hope allays our pain . 415 S. Webbe, Jun. . 418 J. Dyne 4. Tears o'er my parted Thirza's grave 4. The bee, the golden daughter 418 .419 . 419 4. The breath of the briar steals . Dr. Alcock S. Webbe. 427 428 429 429 . 430 431 4. The death of fair Adonis I deplore. S. Webbe 3. The fairest bud our land can boast. S. Nelson 3. The festal eve, o'er earth and sky. H. R. Bishop 4. The fields abroad with spangled . . T. Morley 4. The fool that is wealthy is sure. 3. The generous heart will never 4. The girl that I love is as mild. 3. The gloamin saw us a' sit down. 4. The glorious sun shall shine on thee S. Webbe. 3. The huge, huge globe has enough. H. R. Bishop 4. The idol of our hopes and fears. . H. R. Bishop 434 5. The lark's sweet notes that steal . J. C. Nightingale 435 5. The laughing powers 3. The leaf of the laurel may be 4. The leaf that falls in autumn's hour. 3. The lovelorn maid, when tempests. 4. The lovely Delia smiles again . . Dr. Callcott . 3. The man who in his breast contains S. Webbe. 4. The midges dance aboon the burn. W. Knyvett . 3. The moments past, if thou art wise T. F. Walmisley 441 3. The monk must arise . . H. R. Bishop 4. The moonlight peeps o'er yonder. Dr. Smith 4. The nightly wolf is baneful . . . 3. The news is bad, our troops are fled 4. The poet loves the generous wine. 3. The red, red wine in the beaker 4. The rose, love's blushing emblem 4. The Savoyard from clime to clime. 5. The shepherd's pipes are sweetly. L. Marenzio. 4. The silver queen, whose cheerful. H. R. Bishop 411 G. Hargreaves . 443 . H. R. Bishop 444 T. F. Walmisley 445 H. R. Bishop 416 S. Webbe. 3. The sport is an emblem of love. Gibbons . Dr. Arne. S. Webbe. 4. They heard a most melodious sound . 456 T. F. Walmisley 457 M. P. King. . 458 Sir. J. Stevenson 459 J. L. Ellerton 459 4. Think not, my love, when secret 3. This tomb be thine, Anacreon !. 460 • 461 . T. Morley. . 462 R. Cooke. . Dr. Hayes J. Danby. . 465 T. F. Walmisley 466 W. Jackson S. Webbe. 3. Thou fairest proof of beauty's 467 . 468 468 469 469 3. Though Autumn's hand extended. 4. Though cruelty denies my view. . J. McMurdie 4. Though from thy bank of velvet Dr. Callcott. 5. Though he be now a grey, grey friar H. R. Bishop Voices. 5. Through groves sequestered. Page S. Webbe, Jun.. 473 S. Webbe. . 3. Thus Colin to the nymph he loved. S.Webbe . J. C. Pring. J. Danby. S. Webbe . Dr. Harrington. 479 J. C. Clifton. 4.80 T. F. Walmisley 481 S.Webbe 4. 'T is not to win the wreath of fame Arr. by Loder 3. 'Tis the signal chime . Dr. Boyce R. Cooke. S. Webbe Dr. Aylward. . 488 H. R. Bishop 488 Sir J. Stevenson 489 3. To love and wine your voices raise F. Ireland 3. To love thee, O my Emma . . . Dr. Crotch 490 4. Tomorrow, tomorrow, thou loveliest T. F. Walmisley. 490 4. To mute and to material things. 4. To our social band-prosperity! 4. To see his face, the lion walks H. R. Bishop 4. To soften care and sweeten life. 5. To thee, who art the summer's 4. To thy lover, dear, discover. 493 |