Lyric Poetry of Glees, Madrigals, Catches, Rounds, Canons, and Duets: As Performed in the Noblemen and Gentlemen's Catch Club, the Glee Club, the Melodists Club, the Adelphi Glee Club, and All Vocal Societies of the United Kingdom |
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... Light of these eyes ! warmth of this blood ! The spring were but a desert shade , And choirful heaven a solitude . Words from D ' Israeli's Persian Poetry . ( Chappell and Co. ) TRIO.-H. R. BISHOP , Mus . Bac . ( 2 Sopranos , Bass . ) A ...
... Light of these eyes ! warmth of this blood ! The spring were but a desert shade , And choirful heaven a solitude . Words from D ' Israeli's Persian Poetry . ( Chappell and Co. ) TRIO.-H. R. BISHOP , Mus . Bac . ( 2 Sopranos , Bass . ) A ...
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... blest regions of the purest light ? Where streams of endless bliss and pleasure flow For ever lovely and for ever new . This Canon gained a Prize Medal , 1784 . Warren's Collection , No. 23 . GLEE , for 4 Voices . - DANBY . ( 16.
... blest regions of the purest light ? Where streams of endless bliss and pleasure flow For ever lovely and for ever new . This Canon gained a Prize Medal , 1784 . Warren's Collection , No. 23 . GLEE , for 4 Voices . - DANBY . ( 16.
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... been And every form that fancy can repair From dark oblivion glows divinely there . ; With thee , sweet hope , resides the heavenly light , That pours remotest rapture on the sight . | Thine is the charm of life's bewildered way , That 30.
... been And every form that fancy can repair From dark oblivion glows divinely there . ; With thee , sweet hope , resides the heavenly light , That pours remotest rapture on the sight . | Thine is the charm of life's bewildered way , That 30.
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... light thy torch at nature's funeral pile . Words by Campbell , from the Pleasures of Hope . This Glee gained the Prize given by the Glee Club , 1834 . ( Cramer and Co. ) GLEE , for 4 Voices . - H . R. BISHOP , Mus . Bac . ( Alto , 2 ...
... light thy torch at nature's funeral pile . Words by Campbell , from the Pleasures of Hope . This Glee gained the Prize given by the Glee Club , 1834 . ( Cramer and Co. ) GLEE , for 4 Voices . - H . R. BISHOP , Mus . Bac . ( Alto , 2 ...
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... light that flies In glances from those liquid orbs , — Sweet woman's tearful eyes Bid wit attend , with laughing face , About the glowing shrine ; And bring us golden chalices , Of sparkling amber wine , As clear and pure as gushing ...
... light that flies In glances from those liquid orbs , — Sweet woman's tearful eyes Bid wit attend , with laughing face , About the glowing shrine ; And bring us golden chalices , Of sparkling amber wine , As clear and pure as gushing ...
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Alto Anacreon Bacchus beauty Beefsteak Club beneath Bishop's Collection blest bliss bosom bower boys breath bright Callcott CANZONET CATCH Catch-book Chappell charms cheerful Cooke Cramer Cramer and Co D'Almaine D'Almaine and Co Danby dear delight doth drink eyes fair flowers gentle grief grove H. R. Bishop hail happy Hargreaves Hark haste Hawes heart heaven Horsley hour J. R. Planché Ladies lassie Linley Lonsdale lyre MADRIGAL maid MARENZIO merry Mills mirth Morley morn Muse ne'er night Novello numbers nymph o'er Parry peace pleasure rose round shade sigh sing sleep smiles soft song Sopranos and Bass sorrow soul sound spring sweet T. F. Walmisley tears tell Tenors and Bass thee thine thou voice Voices.-Dr Voices.-H. R. BISHOP Voices.-JOHN Voices.-S Voices.-T. F. WALMISLEY Warren's Collection Warren's Vocal Harmony Webbe Webbe's Collection weep wind wine wing Words
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Page 67 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 205 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 36 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 569 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
Page 288 - Now the bright morning star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Page 22 - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
Page 342 - But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Page 341 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 187 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Page 590 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.