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 páginas |
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... maid ? Light of these eyes ! warmth of this blood ! The spring were but a desert shade , And choirful heaven a ... maid , Who vowed she'd ne'er be kind ; The maid was cold , The knight was bold , The maid she changed her mind . The ...
... maid ? Light of these eyes ! warmth of this blood ! The spring were but a desert shade , And choirful heaven a ... maid , Who vowed she'd ne'er be kind ; The maid was cold , The knight was bold , The maid she changed her mind . The ...
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... maid he loved , That was so cold before ; The maid so bright She loved the knight- The knight he loved no more ! Words by Sheridan Knowles . Bishop's Collection , Vol . 6. ( D ' Almaine and Co. ) CATCH , for 3 Voices . - CALLCOTT ...
... maid he loved , That was so cold before ; The maid so bright She loved the knight- The knight he loved no more ! Words by Sheridan Knowles . Bishop's Collection , Vol . 6. ( D ' Almaine and Co. ) CATCH , for 3 Voices . - CALLCOTT ...
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... maid , Daring Minerva to engage , Her form was changed , her beauty fled , She fell a victim to her rage . Oh then , beware of Arachne's fate ; Be prudent , fair one , and submit , For you'll more justly feel her hate , Who rival both ...
... maid , Daring Minerva to engage , Her form was changed , her beauty fled , She fell a victim to her rage . Oh then , beware of Arachne's fate ; Be prudent , fair one , and submit , For you'll more justly feel her hate , Who rival both ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... maid , Lulled by the gliding floods . Then learn , when noon of bliss be past , To calmly meet my end , And feel my setting sun at last The grave unfeared descend . Wheatston's Harmonist . EPITAPH , for 4 Voices . - GEorge Berg . ( Alto ...
... maid , Lulled by the gliding floods . Then learn , when noon of bliss be past , To calmly meet my end , And feel my setting sun at last The grave unfeared descend . Wheatston's Harmonist . EPITAPH , for 4 Voices . - GEorge Berg . ( Alto ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.