To all our haunts I will repair, By greenwood shade or fountain, From thoughts unfeigned and tender, Danby's Collection, 3rd Book. GLEE, for 5 Voices.-T. F. WALMISLEY. Ar summer's eve, when heaven's aerial bow More pleasing seems than all the past hath been From dark oblivion glows divinely there. ; With thee, sweet hope, resides the heavenly light, Thine is the charm of life's bewildered way, 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 Tenors, Bass.) Ar the voice of ocean's king, A victim to her slighted fires, Till ocean with the sky confounded, (D'Almaine.) GLEE, for 3 Voices.-S. WEBBE. (2 Tenors, Bass.) ATTEND, ye sons of mirth, Come let us drink and sing; To Bacchus and Apollo Now your offerings bring. Jolly Bacchus does invite us, Ladies' Catch-Book. GLEE, for 3 Voices.-F. IRELAND. (Alto, Tenor, Bass.) AWAKE, my fair, awake! Hark how from yonder grove The birds sing forth their roundelays of love; For thee new flowers in garlands I will twine, Awake! and be mine own true valentine. Bland's Collection, No. 18. (Mills.) GLEE, for 5 Voices.-J. DANBY. (2 Altos, 2 Tenors, Bass.) AWAKE, my muse, awake, my lyre, Flow copious, elegant, and gay. And gentle, and transmit to fame Warren's Collection, No. 27. GLEE, for 3 Voices.-S. WEBBE. (Alto, Tenor, Bass.) AWAKE, sweet muse, the breathing spring Webbe's Collection, Vol. 3. (Lonsdale.) Words by Burns. GLEE, for 3 Voices.-GEORGE Holden. (Alto, Tenor, Bass.) AWAY, cold mortals, hence away, The fire that on the fane shall burn In glances from those liquid orbs,— And bring us golden chalices, As clear and pure as gushing springs And odorous as the spicy breeze That blows from Saba's shore. See Time, how swift he wields his scythe, While Joy shall snatch his glass away, And empty out the sand; That glass shall be a revelling bowl, Filled high to exiled Mirth, Since the gods have sent him out of heaven, We'll fix his home on earth. (Prize Glee, Liverpool, 1837.) Poetry by James Stonehouse. (Novello.) |