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 KingdomR. and J. E. Taylor, 1840 - 624 Seiten |
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... spirits frantic with the fire . That done , sink down into a silvery strain , And make me calm as gentle streams again . ( Hill and Co. ) Words altered from Herrick's Hesperides , 1648 . GLEE , for 4 Voices . - J . KENDRICK PYNe ...
... spirits frantic with the fire . That done , sink down into a silvery strain , And make me calm as gentle streams again . ( Hill and Co. ) Words altered from Herrick's Hesperides , 1648 . GLEE , for 4 Voices . - J . KENDRICK PYNe ...
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... spirit than thine E'er burst from its mortal control , In the orbs of the blessed to shine . On earth thou wert all but divine , As thy soul shall immortally be ; And our sorrow may cease to repine , For we know that our God is with ...
... spirit than thine E'er burst from its mortal control , In the orbs of the blessed to shine . On earth thou wert all but divine , As thy soul shall immortally be ; And our sorrow may cease to repine , For we know that our God is with ...
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... spirit , from thy cloudy cave , Far in the bosom of the starless night , And suddenly above the mountain top Lifting thy placid beauty all at once , Spread a still rapture o'er the encircling earth That seems just waking from some ...
... spirit , from thy cloudy cave , Far in the bosom of the starless night , And suddenly above the mountain top Lifting thy placid beauty all at once , Spread a still rapture o'er the encircling earth That seems just waking from some ...
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... spirit the liquor divine , He's a fool who to care is a slave ; When we part with this world , we part with good wine , Nay there's not e'en small beer in the grave . Now look at that bottle , a good - natured fellow , I admire such a ...
... spirit the liquor divine , He's a fool who to care is a slave ; When we part with this world , we part with good wine , Nay there's not e'en small beer in the grave . Now look at that bottle , a good - natured fellow , I admire such a ...
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... spirits that glide on the wandering beams . Oeo ! Oeo ! our bark glides along To the sound of the timbrel , the viol and song . Spirits that gather the bloom of wild flowers , And feed on the sweets of the Cashmere bowers ; Spirits that ...
... spirits that glide on the wandering beams . Oeo ! Oeo ! our bark glides along To the sound of the timbrel , the viol and song . Spirits that gather the bloom of wild flowers , And feed on the sweets of the Cashmere bowers ; Spirits that ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.