GLEE, for 4 Voices.-R. J. S. STEVENS.

(Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass.)

AWAY, delights! go seek some other dwelling,
For I must die;

Farewell, false love, thy tongue is ever telling
Lie after lie;

For ever let me rest now from my smarts;
Alas! for pity, go and fire their hearts,—
Mine was not so.

Never again deluding Love shall know me,
For I will die;

For all those griefs that think to overgrow me
Shall be as I;

For ever will I sleep while poor maids cry,
Alas! for pity, stay,

And let us with thee;

Men cannot mock us in the clay.

Words by Beaumont and Fletcher.

Stevens' Set of Eight. Op. 3.

GLEE, for 3 Voices.-SIR J. STEVENSON.
(Alto, Tenor, Bass.)

AWAY with philosophy, care and frugality,

This is the moment for mirth and delight;

And he that would preach o'er the woes of mortality,
Banished for ever, be out of our sight!

Then push round the bowl,
And let every soul

That can feel inspiration by beauty and wine,
With a heart full of glee,

And a loud three times three,

Drink a bumper to Love, and the god of the vine!

(Purday.)

Hurrah!

Words by W. F. Collard.

TRIO.-T. F. WALMISLEY.

(2 Sopranos, Bass.)

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.

Oh for a soft and gentle wind!

I heard a fair one cry;

But give to me the snoring breeze,

And white waves heaving high;

And white waves heaving high, my boys,

The good ship tight and free,— The world of waters is our home,

And merry men are we.

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There's tempest in yon horned moon,
And lightning in yon cloud;

And hark the music, mariners,
The wind is piping loud;
The wind is piping loud, my boys,

The lightning flashes free,-
While the hollow oak our palace is,

Our heritage the sea.

Words by Allan Cunningham.

These words are also set by J. Lord as a Glee for 3 voices.

(Cramer and Co.)

TRIO.-H. R. BISHOP, Mus. Bac.

(Alto, Tenor, Bass.)

BACTRIA'S sage, famed Zoroaster,
Was our first redoubted master;
For him, some centuries ago,
Did we the heaving bellows blow;
And when his learned carcase fell
Beneath the lightning's flashes,
We sifted his cinders very well,

And we bottled up his ashes.

Then blow away, boys! then blow, good fellows! If we should retire from blowing the bellows,

Oh, we should be a heavy loss

To brothers of the Rosy Cross.

Jacob Behman had got in his head
A notion that made some sport;

For among the stars is a darkness, he said,
Where the devil is keeping his court:
But wheresoever the devil may be,

The devil a bit for that care we;

And we are resolved, while a star exists,

We'll work for the good of the alchymists.
Then blow away, boys, etc.

Bishop's Collection, Vol. 3. (D'Almaine and Co.)

GLEE, for 3 Voices.-S. WEBBE.

(2 Sopranos, or 2 Tenors, Bass.)

BALMY Zephyrs gently blowing,
Sweetness all around bestowing,
As hence ye idly roam,

Say, if ye meet my absent dear,
Say ye are sighs that greet his ear,
But say not whence ye come.

Ye silver brooks that swiftly glide,
Should he sit near your weeping tide,
In murmurs speak my care;

But say not whence those murmurs came,
Nor whose fond eye increased your stream,
And swelled it with a tear.

(Lonsdale.)

GLEE, for 4 Voices.-G. HARGREAVES.

(Alto, 2 Tenors, Bass.)

BEAR me, sweet Fancy, to the groves

Where gay Anacreon, ever young,
With Bacchus and the laughing Hours,

Quaffed the deep bowl and raised the jocund song.
There the poet careless lies,
Pleasure sparkling in his eyes,
While the rosy nymphs are led
In mazy dance around his bed ;
And ever as they near him move,
Urged by wine and urged by love,
On his lips they plant the kiss,
On his brow the grape they press.
He the while with rapture fraught
Calls to mind each richer thought,
That o'er the pride of mortal sense
Holds a boundless influence;

The merry sound hath won Despair,

To curl again her matted hair,

To drop the lifted steel, and laugh at wrinkled care.

Words by Westall.

This Glee gained the Prize at the Gentlemen's Glee Club, Manchester,

(Novello.)

1834.