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THE 
 
 WORDS 
 
 OF THE 
 
 FAVOURITE PIECES, 
 
 AS PERFORMED AT THl 
 
 GLEE CLUB, 
 
 HEtD AT THE 
 
 CROWN AND ANCHOR TAVERN* 
 
 Mum. 
 
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 BY 
 
 J.. PAUL HOBLER. 
 
 We fpend the focial Night, 
 
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TO THE 
 
 PRESIDENT 
 
 AND 
 
 GENTLEMEN, 
 
 SUBSCRIBERS TO THE 
 
 GLEE CLUB, 
 
 This BOOK is humbly dedicated, with 
 a View to increafe the Hilarity of their Meet- 
 ings, by 
 
 Their mofl obedient, 
 
 And devoted Servant, 
 
 J. PAUL HOBLER. 
 
 ©flrober, 1794. 
 
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Favourite Pieces, &c. 
 
 INTRODUCTORY GLEE, 
 
 3 Voices and Chorus, 
 
 Written and compofed exprefsly for the Club % 
 
 By Samuel Webee. 
 
 f^ LORIOUS Apollo" from on high beheld us, 
 ^^ Wand'ring to find a temple for his praife, 
 Sent Polyhymnia hither to fhield us, 
 
 While we ourfelves flich a ftru6lure might raife* 
 Thus then combining, 
 Hands and hearts joining, 
 Sing we in harmony Apollo's praife* 
 
 Here ey'ry gen'rous fentiment awaking, 
 
 Mu fie infpiring unity and joy ; 
 Each focial pleafure giving and partaking, 
 
 Gkc and good-humour our hours employ. 
 Thus then combining, 
 Hands and hearts joining, 
 Long may continue our unity and joy, 
 
 E Glee* 
 
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 Glee, 3 Voc. Dr. Rogers. 
 
 /^OME, come all noble fouls, who fkiird in mufic's art, 
 
 Do join in this fociety to bear a part ; 
 For in this pleafant grove we'll fit, we'll drink, and fing, 
 And imitate thofe cheerful birds now in the fpring 5 
 The Mufes nine mall know, and all moft plainly fee, 
 Our oiPring at their (hrine is We and harmony. 
 
 Glee, 5 Voc. Battishill, 
 
 A MIDST the myrtles as I walk, 
 
 Love and myfelf thus enter talk \ 
 Tell me, faid I, in deep diftrefs, 
 Where I may find my fhepherdefs ? 
 
 A 5 Voc. Webbe* 
 
 A Gen'rous friendfhip no cold medium knows, 
 
 Burns with one love, with one refentment glows 3 
 One mould our intereft and our pafiion be, 
 My friend fhould hate the man that injures mc. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Stafford Smith. 
 
 A S on a rummers day, 
 
 In a green - wood made as I lay. 
 
 The maid that I lov'd, 
 
 As her fancy mov'd, 
 Came walking forth that way j 
 
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 And as me paffed by 
 With a fcornful glance of her eye, 
 What a fhame, quoth me, 
 For a Swain mult it be, 
 Like a lazy loon for to lie. 
 And doft thou nothing heed 
 What Pan our god has decreed ? 
 What a prize to-day 
 Shall be giv'n away 
 To the fweeteft fhepherd's reeds 
 There's fcarce a fingle fwain, 
 Of all this fruitful plain, 
 But with hopes and fears. 
 Now bufily prepares 
 The bonny boon to gain* 
 Shall another maiden mine 
 Jn brighter array than thine, 
 
 Up, up, dull fwain, and make the garland mine. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Webbe, 
 
 A S o'er the varied meads I ftray, 
 
 Or trace thro' winding woods my way § 
 While op'nirg flow'rs their fweets exhale, 
 And odours breathe in ev'ry gale : 
 Where fage Contentment builds her feat, 
 And Peace attei ds the calm retreat j 
 My foul refponfive hails the fcene, 
 AttunM to joy and peace within. 
 But, mufing on the lib'ral hand 
 That fcatters bleffings o'er the land 5 
 
 That 
 
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 That gives for man with powV divine, 
 The earth to teem, the fun to fhine ; 
 My grateful heart with rapture burns ? 
 And pleafure to devotion turns. 
 
 Glee, 4 Voc. Danby. 
 
 AWAKE, JEolian Lyre, awake! 
 
 And give to rapture all thy trembling firings j 
 From Helicon's harmonious fprings, 
 A thoufand rills their mazy progrefs take. 
 The laughing flow'rs that round them biowj 
 Drink life and fragrance as they flow. 
 Now the rich ftream of mufic winds along. 
 Deep, majeftic, fmooth and ftrong, 
 Through verdant vales and Ceres' golden reign 3 
 Now rolling down the fteep amain, 
 Headlong impetuous fee it pour 5 
 The rocks and nodding groves re-beljow to the roar* 
 
 A 3 Voc* Baildon, 
 
 \ DIEU to the village delights 
 
 Which lately my fancy enjoy'd, 
 No longer the country invites, 
 
 To me all its pleafures are void : 
 Adieu, thou fweet health breathing hil! 3 
 
 Thou can'ft not my comfort reftore> 
 For ever adieu my dear vill, 
 
 My Lucy, alas ! is no more. 
 
 She, 
 
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 She, me was the caufe of my pain, 
 
 My blefTing; my honour, my pride $ 
 She ne'er gave me caufe to complain 
 
 Till that fatal day when fhe dy'cL 
 Her eyes that fo beautiful fhone 
 
 Are clofed for ever in deep ; 
 And mine, fmce my Lucy is gone, 
 
 Have nothing to do but to weep. 
 
 Could my tears the bright angel reflore, 
 
 Like a fountain they never mould ceafej 
 But Lucy, alas \ is no more, 
 
 And I am a ftranger to peace ? 
 Let me copy with fervour devout, 
 
 The virtues that glow'd in her heart. 
 Then foc?n, when life's fand is run out, 
 
 We may meet again never to part. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Dr. Cooke* 
 
 A S now the fhades of eve imbrown 
 
 The fcenes where pen live poets rove ; 
 From care remote, from envy's frown, 
 
 The joys of inward calm I prove. 
 What holy ftrains around me fwell, 
 
 No wildly rude tumultuous founds 
 They fix the foul in magic fpell, 
 
 Soft let me tread this favourM grouad. 
 Sweet is the gale that breathes the fpring, 
 
 Sweet thro' the vale yon winding (bream 5 
 Sweet are the notes love's warblers fing, 
 
 But fweeter friendfhip's folemn theme. 
 
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 A 5 Voc. Wm. Rock, jun* 
 
 A LONE thro' unfrequented wilds, 
 With penfive Heps I rove, 
 I afk the rocks, I afk the ftreams, 
 
 Where dwells my abfent love ? 
 The filent eve, the rofy morn, 
 My conftant fearch furvey, 
 But who can tell if thou, my dear. 
 Wilt e'er remember me ? 
 
 A 5 Voc. Stafford Smith. 
 
 T>LEST pair of firens, pledges of heaven's joy, 
 
 Sphere-born harmonious fillers, voice and verfe, 
 Wed your divine founds, and mixM pow'r employ, 
 
 Dead things with in breath'd fenfe able to pierce j 
 And to our high raisM phantafy prefent 
 That undifturbed fong of pure confent, 
 As fung before the faphire-colour'd throne, 
 To Him that fits thereon, 
 
 With faintly ihout and folemn jubilee ; 
 Where the bright Seraphinin burning row, 
 Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow, 
 And the cherubic hoft in thoufand quires, 
 Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, 
 With thofe juft fpirits, that wear victorious palms, 
 Hymns devout, and holy pfalms 
 
 Singing everlaftingly s 
 
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 That we on earth with undifcording voice, 
 
 May rightly anfwer that melodious noife 5 
 
 As once we did, till difproportioned fin 
 
 Jarr'd againft nature's chime, and with harm din 
 
 Broke the fair mufic that all creatures made 
 
 To their great Lord, whofe love their motion fwayM 
 
 In perfect diapafon, while they ftood 
 
 In firft obedience, and their (tate of good. 
 
 O ! may we foon again renew that fong, 
 
 And keep in tune with heav'n, till God, ere long, 
 
 To his celeftial concert us unite, 
 
 To live with Him, and fing in endiefs morn of light* 
 
 A 4 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 T5REATHE foft ye winds, ye waters gently flow 5 
 Shield her ye trees, ye flow'rs around her grow j 
 Ye (wains I beg you pafs in filence by, 
 My love in yonder vale afteep doth lie. 
 
 A 3 Voc, Battishill, 
 
 QOHSIGN'D to duft, beneath this ftone 
 In manhood's prime is Damon laid, 
 Joylefs he llv'd but dy'd unknown 
 
 In bleak misfortune's barren made : 
 Lov'd by the mufe but lov'd in vain, 
 
 'Twas beauty drew his ruin on, 
 He faw young Daphne on the plain, 
 
 He lov'd, belkv'd, and was undone I 
 
 Beneath 
 
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 Beneath this ftone the youth is laid, 
 O ! greet his afhes with a tear ; 
 
 May Heav'n with bleffings crown his fhadej 
 And grant that peace he wanted here I 
 
 A 4 Voc. Dr. Arne„ 
 
 POME, Shepherds, we'll follow the hearfe, 
 
 Well fee our lov'd Corydon laid j 
 Though forrow may blemifh the verfe, 
 Yet let the foft tribute be paid* 
 
 They cali'd him the pride of the plain, 
 In footh he was gentle and kind 5 
 
 He marked in his elegant drain, 
 
 The graces that glow'd in his mind. 
 
 No verdure mall cover the vale, 
 No bloom on the bloffoms appear j 
 
 The trees of the foreft fhall fail, 
 And winter difcolour the year. 
 
 No birds in our hedges fhall fmg, 
 
 Our hedges io vocal before 5 
 Since he that mould welcome the fpring, 
 
 Can hail the gay feafon no more 
 
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 A 4 Voc. Lord Mornington, 
 
 ^OME, fhepherds, come away without delay. 
 
 While the gentle time doth ftay ; 
 Green woods are dumb, and will never tell to any ? 
 Thofe fweet kifTes, and thofe many 
 Fond embraces which were giv'n j 
 Dainty pleafures that could ev'n 
 In eoldeft age raife a fire, 
 And give virgins foft defire $ 
 Come, fhepherds, come away without delay. 
 While the gentle time doth ftay. 
 
 A 4 Voc, Lord Mornington* 
 
 pOME, faireft nymph, refume thy reign, 
 
 Bring all the graces in thy train j 
 With balmy breath and flow'ry head, 
 Rife from thy foft ambrofial bed $ 
 Where, in Elyfian flumber bound, 
 Embow'ring myrtles veil thee round 5 
 Awake, in all thy glories dreft, 
 Recall the zephyr from the weft, 
 Reftore the fun, revive the Ikies, 
 At nature's call and mine, arife ; 
 Great nature's felf upbraids thy ftay, 
 And miffes her accuftomM May* 
 See, all her works demand thy aid, 
 The labours of Pomona fade 5 
 
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 A plaint is heard from evVy tree, 
 Each budding flow'ret waits for thee* 
 Come then, with pleafure at thy fide, 
 DifFufe thy vernal fpirit wide 5 
 Create, where-e'er thou turn'ft thine eye } 
 Peace^ plenty, love 3 and harmony. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Webbe* 
 
 /*^OME live with me, and be my love, 
 And we will all the pleafures prove 5. 
 That grove and valley, hill and field, 
 €)r woods and fieepy mountains yield* 
 
 And I will make thee beds of rofes, 
 And twine a thoufand fragrant pofies j 
 A cap of flow'rs, and rural kirtle, 
 Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle» 
 
 A belt of draw and ivy buds, 
 A coral clafp and amber ftuds ; 
 And if thefe pleafures may thee move, 
 Then live with me, and be my love. 
 
 The fhepherd fwains (hall dance and fmg? 
 For thy delight each May morning 5 
 If joys like thefe thy mind may move, 
 Then live with me> and be my love* 
 
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 A 4 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 TF love and all the world were young, 
 
 And truth in ev'ry fhepherd's tongue 5 
 Thy fancy'd pleafures might rne move, 
 And I might liflen to thy love. 
 
 But time drives flocks from field to fold^ 
 Then rivers rage, and hills grow cold § 
 Then drooping Philomel is dumb, 
 And age complains of cares to come. 
 
 Thy gowns, thy belts, thy beds of rofes» 
 Thy cap, thy kirtie, and thy pofies j 
 All thefe in me can nothing move, 
 To live with thee, and be thy love. 
 
 If youth could lair, and love ftili breed, 
 Had joys no date, and age no need $ 
 Then thefe delights my mind might move, 
 And I might Men to thy love. 
 
 A 4 Voc. DanbYc 
 
 |^OME, ye party jangling fwains, 
 
 Leave your flocks, and quit the plains $ 
 Friends to country, friends to court, 
 Nothing here mail fpoil your fport $ 
 Ever welcome to our feaft, 
 Welcome ev'ry friendly gueft. 
 
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 Sprightly widows come away, 
 Laughing dames, and virgins gay 5 
 Little gaudy, flutfring miffes, 
 Smiling hopes of future bliffes j 
 Ever welcome to our feaft, 
 Welcome evYy friendly guefh 
 
 All that rip'ning Sun can bring, 
 
 Beauteous Summer, beauteous Spring, 
 
 In one varying fcene we mow, 
 
 The green, the ripe, the bud, the blow 5 
 
 Ever welcome to our feaft, 
 
 Welcome evVy friendly gueft. 
 
 Comus jetting, mufic charming, 
 Wine infpiring, beauty warming 5 
 Rage and party malice dies, 
 Peace returns, and difcord flies 5 
 Ever welcome to our feaft, 
 Welcome ev'ry friendly guefh 
 
 A 3 Voc. Hilton* 
 
 pOME let us all a Maying go. 
 
 And lightly trip it to and fro ; 
 The bells mail ring, 
 And the cuckoo fing ; 
 The drums fhall beat, the fife mail playj 
 And fo we'll pafs our time away. 
 
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 A 4 Voc. Ravenscroft. 
 
 ^ A1STST thou love and lie alone, love is fo difgraced ; 
 
 Pleafure is beft when it can reft, in a heart embraced. 
 Rife, rife, day light, do not burn out ; 
 
 Bells now ring, and birds do fing, 
 'Tis only I that mourn out. 
 
 Morning (tar doth now appear, 
 Wind is hufhM, and fky is clear % 
 Come away, come, come away, 
 Can' ft thou love ? then burn out day. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Francis Ireland. 
 
 /^©ULD gold prolong my fleeting breath, 
 Or guard me from the ftroke of death j 
 Then would I toil for precious ore, 
 And amafs a boundlefs ftore. 
 But fince all at length rauft die I 
 Nor gold a (ingle hour can buy $ 
 Let the joys of life be mine, 
 Pour the ftreams of rofy wine 5 
 Let me tafte in Chloe's arms 
 All the heav'n of beauty's charms 5 
 The fmiles of friend/hip let me prove, 
 Friendship is the foul of love. 
 
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 A 4 Voc. Webbr. 
 
 T^XSCORD, dire fitter of the flaught'ring powV, 
 
 Small at her birth, but rifmg ev'ry hour j 
 While fcarce the fkies her horrid head can bound, 
 She ftalks on earth, and fkakes the world around. 
 
 But lovely Peace, in angel's form, 
 Defcending, quells the rifmg llorm ; 
 Soft Eafe and fweet Content mall reign, 
 And Difcord never rife again. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 TT\ O not afk me, charming Phillis, 
 
 Why I lead you here alone j 
 By this bank of pinks and lillies, 
 
 And of rofes newly blown : 
 9 Tis not to behold the beauty 
 
 Of thofe flowVs that crown the fpring, 
 *Tis to ! — but I know my duty, 
 
 And dare never name the thing. 
 *Tis, at worit, but her denying, 
 
 Why mould you thus fearful be ? 
 Ev'ry minute gently flying, 
 
 Smiles and fays 9 make ufe of me. 
 What the fun does to thofe rofes, 
 
 While the beams play fweetly in j 
 I wouM ! — but my fear oppofes, 
 
 And I dare not name the thing. 
 
 Yet 
 
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 Yet I die if I conceal it, 
 
 Afk my eyes, or afk your own j 
 And if neither can reveal it, 
 
 Think what lovers do alone. 
 On this bank of pinks and lillies, 
 
 Might I fpeak what I wou'd do ; 
 I wou'd ! — with my lovely Phillis, 
 
 I wou'd ! — I wou'd ! — Ah ! wou'd you ? 
 
 A 5 Voc, Webbe. 
 
 T^AUGHTER fweetof voice and air. 
 
 Gentle Echo, hafte thee here j 
 From the vale, where all around, 
 Rocks to rocks return the found: 
 From the fwelling furge that roars 
 'Gainft the tempeft- beaten fhores 5 
 From the filent mofs -grown cell. 
 Haunt of warb'ling Philomel 1 
 Where unfeen of man you lie, 
 Queen of woodland harmony. 
 Daughter fweet of voice and air, 
 Gentle Echo, hafte thee here j 
 If thou would' It NarcifTus move, 
 To requite thy tender love ; 
 From Delia thou may'ft learn the art, 
 She captivates the hardeft heart, 
 
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 A 5 VOC. WlLBYE* 
 
 T^OWN in a valley as Alexis trips, 
 He faw young Daphne fleeping j 
 Soon did the wanton touch her ruby lips, 
 
 She bluftVd and fell a weeping. 
 The youth then gently greets her, 
 But all in vain entreats her : 
 Since neither fighs nor tears cou'd move her pity^ 
 With plaint he warbled forth his mournful ditty. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Farmer. 
 
 •pAIR Phillis I faw fitting all alone, 
 
 Feeding her flock, near to the mountain fide| 
 The fhepherds knew not whither me was gone, 
 
 But after her lover Amintas hy'd *. 
 Up and down he wander 1 d while me was miiling, 
 But when he found her, O then they fell a killing. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Dyns * 
 
 *pILL the bowl with rofy wine, 
 
 Around our temples rofes twine 5 
 And let us chearfully awhile, 
 Like the wine and rofes fmile . 
 To-day is ours, what do we fear ? 
 To-day is ours, we have it here$ 
 
 Let's 
 
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 Let's treat It kindly, that it may 
 Wiili at lead with us to flay : 
 Let's banilh care, let's banifh forrow. 
 To the gods belongs to-morrow. 
 
 ' A 5 VOC. WlLBYE. 
 
 T^LORA gave me faired flow'rs, 
 
 None fo fair in Flora's treafurej 
 Thefe I plac'd in Phillis' bow'rs, 
 
 She was pleas'd, and me's my pleafure z 
 Smiling meadows feem to fay, 
 Come, ye wantons, here to play. 
 
 Sequel. 
 5 Voc. Atterbury. 
 
 T'VE often heard her fay that me lov'd pofies ; 
 
 In the merry month of May I gave her rofes 5 
 Cowilips and gilly- flow'rs, and the fweet lilly 3 
 I got to deck the bow'rs of my dear Philly. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Dr. Cooke* 
 
 TpAIR Sufan did her wife hode well maintain, 
 
 Algates affaulted fo, by lovers twaine $ 
 Now an' I reade arightt that auncient fong, 
 The paramours were olde, the dame was young s 
 
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Had thilk fame tale in other gulfe been told ? 
 Had they been young and fhe been olde, 
 Pardie! that wou'd ha' been much forer tryale ? 
 Full marvailousy I wot, were fuch denyale.. 
 
 A 4 Voc* Thomas Ford* 
 
 TDAlR, fweet, cruel, why doft thy Hy me ? 
 
 O go not from thy deareft, 
 Tho' thou doft haften I am nigh thee ; 
 
 When thou feem'ft far, then I am neareft* 
 Tarry then and take me with you. 
 
 Fie fweeteft, here is no danger, 
 
 O fty not, love purfues thee - 7 
 I am no foe nor foreign ftranger, 
 
 Thy fcorn with frefher hope renews me % 
 Tarry then and take me with you. 
 
 A 3. Voc. Dr. Nares, 
 
 "jpEAR no more the heat of the fun, 
 
 Nor the furious winter's rages, 
 Thou thy worldly talk haft done, 
 
 Home art gone to take thy wages 9 
 Golden lads and laffes mull 
 All follow thee, and turn to duft. 
 No exorcifer harm thee ! 
 And no witchcraft charm thee ! 
 
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 Ghoft unlaid forbear thee ! 
 Nothing ill come near thee ! 
 Quiet confummatkm have, 
 Umemoved be thy grave. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Danby, 
 
 "OAIR Flora decks the flowYy ground, 
 
 And plants the bloom of May, 
 Whilft ev'ry hill, and ev'ry dale, 
 
 Appears unufual gay: 
 The pretty warblers of the grove 
 
 Affume their various notes j 
 Th' echoing woods refponfive found) 
 
 The mufic of their throats. 
 Lead on, my Celia, quit the town, 
 
 And banifh ev'ry care ; 
 O hafte, my Celia, hafte away, 
 
 To breathe the rural air. 
 
 A 3 Voc, Dr* Wilson. 
 
 "pROM the fair Lavinian more, 
 I your markets come to ft ore j 
 Mufe not though fo far I dwell, 
 And my wares come here to fell ; 
 Such is the facred hunger for gold. 
 
 Then come to my pack, 
 
 While I cry, " What d'ye lack, 
 What d'ye buy, for here it is to be fold." 
 
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 I have beauty, honor, grace, 
 
 Fortune, favor, time, and place, 
 
 And what elfe thou would 'ft requeft, 
 
 Ev'n the thing thou likeft beft: 
 
 Firft let me have but a touch of your gold, 
 
 Then come to me lad, 
 
 Thou fhalt have what thy dad 
 Never gave, for here it is to be fold. 
 
 Madam^ come, fee what you lack, 
 I've complexions in my pack ; 
 White and red you may have in this place, 
 To hide your eld and wrinkled face. 
 Firft let me have but a touch of your gold, 
 
 Then thou (halt feem 
 
 Like a wench of fifteen, 
 Although you be three fcore and ten years old* 
 
 A 3 Voc. Callcott, M. B. 
 
 "P ARE WELL to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean, 
 
 Where heartfome with thee I have many days been 5 
 For Lochaber no more, 
 May be to return to Lochaber no more. 
 Thefe tears that I fhed, they are all for my dear, 
 And not for the dangers attending on war 5 
 Tho" borne on rough feas to a far diftant fhorc, 
 May be to return to Lochaber no more. 
 
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 A 5 Voc. Stafford Smith. 
 
 pLORA now calleth forth each flow>, 
 And bids make ready Maia's bow'r, 
 
 Who ftill doth lie in a trance. 
 Then will we little love awake, 
 That now fleepeth in Lethe's lake, 
 
 And pray him leaden our dance. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Webbe, jun. 
 
 pROM peace and focial joy Medufa flies, 
 
 And loves to hear the ftorm of thunder rife : 
 Thus hags and witches hate the fmiles of day. 
 Sport in loud thunder, and in tempeiis play. 
 
 A 5 Voc. Webbe* 
 
 O REAT Bacchus, O aid us to fing thy great glory, 
 Thou chief of the gods we affemble before thees 
 
 Wine's firft projector, 
 
 Mankind's protector j 
 Hail patron of focial delights ! we adore thee ! 
 All nature rejoic'd when thy birth was declar'd, 
 Behold here thy altar ! and vot'ries prepar'd j 
 
 Crown with thy bleffing 
 
 All who confefling, 
 No pow'r on earth can with thine be compared* 
 
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A 4 Voc. Dr. Cooke. 
 
 ./-i AYLY I liv'd, as eafe and nature taught, 
 
 And fpent may little life without a thought ; 
 And am amaz'd that Death, that tyrant grim, 
 Shou'd think of me, who never thought of him. 
 
 A 4 Voc* Dr. Hayes. 
 
 /"> ENTL Y touch the warbling lyre, 
 
 Chloe feems inclined to reft j 
 Fill her foul with fo$ad defire, 
 
 Softeft notes will footh her bread, 
 Pleafing dreams affift in love, 
 Let them all propitious prove.- 
 
 A 3 Voc. Dr. Dupuis* 
 
 S~> ATHERING violets yefterday, 
 
 Alas ! my heart was ftole away ; 
 Bell ! I've been with thee alone, 
 Know'ft thou where my heart is gone ? 
 My little fhepherdefs reveal, 
 Did'ft thou the captive wanderer fteal? 
 Then in thy breaft my heart retain, 
 Orelfe reftore it back again. 
 But, if my wand'ring heart has flown 
 To ileal its paffage to thy own, 
 O ! let it take of love its fill, 
 And I jjpll gather violets flill. 
 
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 A 4 Voe. J. W. Callcott, M. B. 
 
 r^O tuneful bird, that glad'ft the Ikies, 
 
 To Daphne's window fpeed thy way 5 
 And there on quivYmg pinions rife, 
 
 There thy vocal art difplay. 
 And if ihe deign thy notes to hear, 
 
 And if (he praife thy matin fong ; 
 Tell her the founds that charm her ear, 
 
 To Damon's native plains belong. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Brewer. 
 
 fpURN, Amariliis, to thy fwain, 
 
 Thy Damon calls thee back again $ 
 Here's a pretty arbour by, 
 Where Apollo cannot fpy 5 
 Here let's fit, and whilft I play, 
 Sing to my pipe a roundelay. 
 
 The Answer. 
 A 4 Voc. Paxton, 
 
 f* O Damon go, Amariliis bids adieu, 
 
 Go feek another love, 
 But prove to her more true : 
 No, no, I care not 
 For your pretty arbour nigh, 
 Although great Apollo cannot fpy : 
 Nor will I fit to hear you play, 
 Nor tune my voice to your roundelay* 
 
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 A Voc. Alterbury, 
 
 /^ENTLE air, thou breath of lovers, 
 
 Vapour from a fecret fire 5 
 Which by thee itfelf difcovers, 
 
 Ere yet daring to afpire : 
 Softeft note of whhper'd anguiih, 
 
 Harmony's refined part 5 
 Striking while thou feem'il to languid, 
 
 Full upon the lift'ner's heart. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Callcott, M. B, 
 
 /^ O, idle boy, I quit thy bowV, 
 
 Thy couch of many a thorn and flowY? 
 I wim thee weji for pleafures paft, 
 But blefs the hour I'm free at lair, 
 Yet ftill, methinks, the altered day 
 Scatters around a mournful ray 5 
 And chilling ev'ry zephyr blows, 
 And ev'iy itream untuneful Sows 5 
 Hafte thee backTthen, idle boy, 
 And with thine anguifh bring thy joy 5 
 O rend my heart with ev'ry pain, 
 But let me, let me — love again. 
 
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 A 3 Voc. Michael Este* 
 
 TjOW merrily we live that fhepherds be 5 
 
 Roundelays ftiil we fmg with merry ghe z 
 On the pleafant downs, where, as our flocks we fee, 
 We feel no caies, we feel not fortune's frowns : 
 We have no envy which fwcet mirth confounds* 
 
 A 3 Voc* Dr. Arne* 
 
 TjUSH to peace each ruder wind, 
 
 Purling nils in filence roll, 
 While on rofy bed reclin'd 
 
 Sleeps the charmer of my fouL 
 
 Chafte Diana, watch my treafure, 
 Guard her beauty from alarms 5 
 
 Let no fatyr's brutal pleafure 
 
 Dare invade her blooming charms* 
 
 Somnus, God of balmy red, 
 Sweetly irurmVring let her prove 
 
 Ev'ry joy that Strephon bleft, 
 Cou'd bellow in waking love. 
 
 A 4 Voc* Dr* Cooke* 
 
 HOW fleep the brave, who fink to reft, 
 
 By all their country's wifhesbleiil 
 When fpring with dewy fingers cold, 
 Returns to deck their hallow'd mould*, 
 
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 She there mall drefs a fweeter fod 
 Than fancy's feet have ever trod. 
 By fairy hands their knell is rung, 
 By forms unfeen their dirge is fung, 
 There honour comes, a pilgrim grey, 
 To blefs the turf that wraps their clay 3 
 And freedom mall a while repair, 
 To dwell a weeping hermit there. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Dr. Cooke, 
 
 TjARK! the lark at heavVs gate fmgs, 
 
 And Phcebus ""gins t'arife, 
 His Heeds to water at thofe fprings. 
 On chalic'd flowers that lies. 
 
 And winking Marybuds begim 
 
 To ope their golden eyes ; 
 With ev'ry thing that pretty is, 
 
 My lady fweet, arife. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Lord Morni'ngto^, 
 
 TtERE in cool grot and mofly cell 
 
 We rural fays and fairies dwell j 
 Tho" 1 rarely feen by mortal eye, 
 When the pale moon afcending high, 
 Darts thro" yon limes her quivVing beams, 
 We frifk it near thefe cryltal ftreams 5 
 Her beams reflected from the wave 5 
 Afford the light our reyels crave ^ 
 
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 The torf with dailies 'broider'd o'er, 
 Exceeds, we wot, the Parian floor ; 
 Nor yet for artful ftrains we call, 
 But liften to the water-faU. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Paxton. 
 
 TTOW fweet, how frefh, this vernal day, 
 
 How mufical the air! 
 Nature was never feen fo gay, 
 
 Were but my Silvia near. 
 Hum 1 wanton birds, your am'rous fong 
 
 Alarms my virgin breafl: ; 
 Retire, fweet whiffling winds begone, 
 
 Retire, 'tis love's requeit. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Stafford Smith* 
 
 TT ARK ! the hollow woods refounding, 
 
 Echo to the hunter's cry $ 
 Hark ! how all the vales rebounding, 
 
 To his cheering voice reply. 
 Now fo fwift o'er hills afpiring, 
 
 He puifues the gay delight ; 
 Diftant woods and plains retiring, 
 
 Seem to vanifli from his fight. 
 Flying {till, and ftill purfuing, 
 
 See the fox, the hounds, the men, 
 Cunning cannot fave from ruin ; 
 
 Far from refuge, wood, and den» 
 
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 Now they kill him — homeward hie them, 
 
 For a jovial night's repaft $ 
 Thus no forrow e'er comes nigh them, 
 
 Health continues to the laft. 
 
 A 4 Vqc, Webbe. 
 
 TjAIL! happy meeting, vintage now is done, 
 
 The grapes are purpled by the autumnal fun 5 
 Who having with his beams all nature bleft, 
 Retires to Capricorn, and {inks to reft. 
 J^ow comes relentlefs Winter, that deforms 
 With froft the foreft, and the fea with ftorms 5 
 We fliun the rage, and thus in focial mirth, 
 We'll pafs our time till fpring renews its birth : 
 Hail! happy meeting, crown'd with ev'ry bleffing, 
 Thrice happy we fuch plenty here porlefTmg, 
 Each in his look his heart's content exprefhng. 
 Thus while together fuch a treat before us, 
 Since it hath pleas'd great Bacchus to reftore us, 
 Cantet nunc lo Amicorum chorus. 
 
 A 6 Voc, Weebe* 
 
 TTENCE all ye vain delights ! 
 As fhort as are the nights 
 
 Wherein you fpend your folly ! 
 There's nought in this life fweet ? 
 If Man were wife to fee't. 
 
 But only Melancholy $ 
 Oh I fweeteft Melancholy* 
 
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 Welcome folded arms and fixed eyes, 
 A figh that piercing, mortifies 5 
 A look that's faften'd to the ground; 
 A tongue chain'd up— without a found 3 
 
 Fountain heads, and pathlcfs groves, 
 Places which pale paflion loves, 
 Moon-light walks, when all the fowls 
 Are fafely hous'd, fave bats and owls, 
 
 A midnight bell ! a parting groan I 
 Thefe are the founds we feed upon ! 
 
 Then ftretch our bones in a ftill, gloomy valley, 
 
 Nothing fo dainty fweet as Melancholy. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Francis Ireland 
 
 JOLLY Bacchus hear my prayV, 
 Vengeance on th' ungrateful fair j 
 In thy fmiling cordial bowl 
 Drown all the forrows of my foul 5 
 Jolly Bacchus ! fave! Oh fave ! 
 From the deep devouring grave, 
 A poor defpairing, fighing fwain* 
 
 Hade, hafte away, 
 
 Lafh thy tygers, do not ftay, 
 
 I'm undone if thou delay. 
 
 If I view thofe eyes once more, 
 
 I ftill fhall love, and ftill adore, 
 
 And be more wretched than before* 
 
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 A 4 Voc. Dr. Cooke* 
 
 |N the merry month of May, 
 Ir a morn by break of day, 
 Forth I walk'd by the wood fide, 
 Where, as May was in his pride, 
 There I fpied all alone 
 Phillida and Corydon : 
 Much ado there was, God wot, 
 For he would love, but me would not 3 
 She faid, never man was true ; 
 He faid, none was falfe to you ; 
 He faid, he had lov'd her long 5 
 She faid, love mould have no wrong 5 
 Gorydon would kifs her then ; 
 She faid, maids muft kifs no men, 
 Till they did for good and all : 
 Then me made the (hepherd call 
 On all the heav'ns to witnefs truth, 
 That never lov'd a truer youth. 
 Thus with many a pretty oath, 
 Yea and nay, and faith and troth* 
 Such as filly ihepherds ufe, 
 When they will not love abufe s 
 Love, which had been long deluded, 
 Was with kiffes fweet concluded 5 
 And Phillida, with garland gay, 
 Was crowned the Lady of the May. 
 
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 A 4 Voc. Dr. Cooke, 
 
 TN paper cafe, hard by this place, 
 
 Dead a poor dormoufe lies ; 
 
 And foon or late, fummon'd by fate, 
 
 Each prince, each monarch dies. 
 
 Ye fbns of verfe, while we rehearfc, 
 
 Attend inftru&ive rhime $ 
 Uo fins had Dor to anfwer for, —» 
 
 Repent of your's in time. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Dr. Cooke. 
 
 w Have been young, though now grown old, 
 
 * Hardy in field, in battle bold. 
 
 I am young ftill, let who dares try, 
 
 I'll conquer or in combat die 5 
 
 Whatever ye can do or tell, 
 
 I one day did you both excel!. 
 
 A 6 VOC, WlLBYE. 
 
 T ADY, when I behold the rofes fprouting, 
 
 Which clad in damafk mantles deck the arbours j 
 And then behold your lips, where fweet love harbours, 
 Mine eyes prefent me with a double doubting; 
 For viewing both alike, hardly my mind fuppofes, 
 Whether the rofes be your Ups, or your lips the rofes ? 
 
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 A 3 Voc* S. Smith, 
 
 T ET us, my Leibia, live and love, 
 
 Nor caft a moment's thought away 5 
 Whether a peevifh world approve, 
 
 Or what they think, or what they fays 
 
 The fun that fets fhall rife again ; 
 
 But when our fhort-liv'd day is o'er* 
 One long eternal night mud reign, 
 
 A lading fleep — to wake no more I 
 Let us then live and love to-day, 
 And kifs the fleeting hours away. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 T IVE to-day, enjoy each bleHing, 
 
 Taking what the gods have fent 5 
 Time is ever on us preiling, 
 
 Let no moment be mifpent : 
 Then fill the glafs and fill the howl, 
 
 May Bacchus (till with love agree 5 
 And let each Briton warm his foul 
 
 With Love,, and Wine, and Liberty, 
 
 A 4 Voc. Dr. Hayes. 
 
 lyrELTlNG airs foft joys infpire, 
 
 Airs for drooping hope to hear 5 
 Melting as a lover's prayV, 
 Joys to flatter dull defpair, 
 And ioftly foothe the am'rous fire, A 4. 
 
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 A 4 Voc. Dr. Arne. 
 
 VTAKE hafte to meet the generous wine, 
 Whofe piercing is for thee delayed ; 
 The rofy wreath is ready made, and artful hands prepare 
 The fragrant oil that (hall perfume thy hair, 
 Frefh rofes here with myrtles twine j 
 
 But Gmple all, without deceit, 
 My wine from art is free, 
 
 Which never woman was, 
 Nor e'er will be. 
 When neclar fparkles from afar, 
 
 And the free-hearted friend cries, come away, 
 Make hafte, refign thy bus'nefs and thy care, 
 
 No mortal int'reft can be worth thy Hay. 
 Here Mirth refides, here Bacchus' rites are doe, 
 Come, drink till ev'ry taper mines like two ; 
 Till whining love in bumpers deep be drown'd, 
 And all things, like the circling giafs, go round. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Rev, R. Greville t 
 
 vrOW the bright morning ftar, 
 
 Day's harbinger, 
 Comes dancing from the earl, 
 And leads with her the flow'ry May 5 
 Who from her green cap throws 
 The yellow cowflip and the pale primrofe. 
 
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 A 4 Voc. Webbe* 
 
 KjOW Pra prepar'd to meet th' enchanting fcenfy 
 
 This is the hour the happy guefts convene \ 
 Welcome this kind releafe from care, 
 What can to focial joys compare ? 
 With wine and fongs the jovial night mall pafs^ 
 Till morning darts its rays into my glafs 5 
 When vine-crown'd Bacchus leads the way, 
 What can his votaries difinay ? 
 
 A 5 VOC. MoRLEY, 
 
 \J0W is the month of maying, 
 When merry lads aie playing, 
 
 Fa, la,- la, la, la. 
 Each with his bonny lals, 
 A dancing on the grafs 5 
 
 Fa, la, la, la, la. 
 
 A 4 Voc. T. Norris, M. B, 
 
 /*VER William's tomb, with fdent grief oppre(r ? 
 
 Britannia mourns her hero now at reft 5 
 Not tears alone, but praifes too fhe gives, 
 Due to the guardian of our laws and lives s 
 Nor {hall that laurel ever fade with years, 
 Whofe leaves are water'd with a nations tears. 
 
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 A 3 Voc. Ravenscroft. 
 
 g\F all the brave birds that ever I fee, 
 
 The owl is the faireft in her degree $ 
 For all the day long fhe fits in a tree, 
 And when the night comes, away flies fhe : 
 
 Te whit, te whoo, 
 
 To whom drink'ft thou ? 
 
 Sir Noodle, to you ! 
 This fong is well fung I make you a vow, 
 And he is a knave that drinketh now. 
 
 Nofe, nofe; 
 And who gave thee that jolly red nofe t 
 
 Cinnamon and ginger, 
 
 Nutmeg and cloves, 
 And they gave me my jolly red nofe. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 /"\FTEN in Laura's bread I drove 
 
 To plunge a dart quite full of lovej 
 The dart, fo ftubborn is the fair, 
 Repell'd as oft, was loft in air 5 
 Tell me, fweet mother, tell me why 
 Laura can thus my pow'r defy ? 
 To Venus thus young Cupid cry'd, 
 To him the goddefs thus reply'd : 
 Have you not feen a caftle, boy, 
 
 Elaftic hung 1 with wool-packs round, 
 The cannon's wonted rage defy, 
 
 Asd make the threat' ning ball rebound ? 
 
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 Thus, when you moot at Laura's heart, 
 The fpringing b — by turns the dart. 
 
 A Voc. Atterbury. 
 
 f\ Thou, fweet bird ! that fits on fome lone fpray 
 
 Unfeen, amid yon Solitary grove, 
 Fly to my love, and fing thy little lay, 
 
 For lays like thine the hardeft heart can move ; 
 Sing, till around her (oft-eyM Pity play, 
 And one refponfive (igh breathe fympathifing love« 
 
 A 4 Voc. Callcott> M. B, 
 
 f\ Thou ! where'er (thie bones att reft) 
 
 Thie fpryte to haunte delyghteth belt. 
 Whether on the blod-emhrued playne, 
 
 Or where thou kenn'ft from far 
 
 The dyfmal crye of war, ' 
 Or feed fome mountayne made of hepes of flaync ; 
 Or fierie rounde the mynfterne glare ; 
 Let Briftowe ftille bee made thie care s 
 Guarde itt fromme fomenne and coniumynge fyre | 
 
 Lyke Avon's dream e encyrque itt rounde, 
 
 Ne lette a flame enharme the grounde, 
 Tyllynne one flame al the whole worlde expyrc. 
 
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 A 5 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 ID HETTY warbier, ceafe to hover, 
 
 Pretty warbler, help a lover $ 
 From thy joy a moment borrow, 
 Tune thy mulic to my forrow : 
 
 Join and anfwer when I mourn. 
 To grieve alone is moil tormenting, 
 There's a pleafure in lamenting, 
 
 My complaint if you return. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Baildon* 
 
 pRITHEE, friend, fill t'other pipe, 
 
 Fie for fhame don't let us part $ 
 Juft when wit is brifk and ripe, 
 
 Rais'd by wine's all-powerful art. 
 None but fools would thus retire 
 
 To their drowfy fleepy bed ; 
 Drawer, heap with coals the fire, 
 
 Bring us t'other flafk of red. 
 Foot to foot then let us drink, 
 
 Till things double to our view, 
 Pleafure then 'twill be to think, 
 
 One full bumper looks like two t 
 Fill, my friend, then fill your glafs, 
 
 Why mould we at cares repine ? 
 Mifery crowns the fober afs, 
 
 Happinefs the man of wine ! 
 
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 A 4 Voc. Stafford Smith. 
 
 T* ETURN, bleft days, return ye laughing hours, 
 
 Which led me up the rofeate ihep of youth, 
 Which ftrew'd my fimple path with vernal flow'rs, 
 
 And bid me court chalie fcience and fair truth. 
 Witnefs ye winged daughters of the year, 
 
 If e'er a figh had learnt to heave my bread, 
 If e'er my cheek was confcious of a tear, 
 
 Till Cynthia came, and robb'd my foul of refi. 
 So foft, fo delicate, fo fweet fhe came, 
 
 Youth's damaik glow juft dawning on her cheek ; 
 I gaz'd, I figh'd, I caught the tender flame, 
 
 Feit the fond pang, and droop' d with pailion weak* 
 
 A 4 Voc. Webbe* 
 
 T> ISE, my joy, fweet mirth attend, 
 
 I'm refolv'd to be thy friend 5 
 Sneaking Phoebus hides his head, 
 He's with Thetis gone to bed : 
 Tho' he will not on me mine, 
 Still there's brightnefs in the wine ; 
 From Bacchus I'll fuch luftre borrow, 
 My face mail be a fun to-morrow. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Paxton* 
 
 tj OUND the haplefs Andre's urn, 
 Be the cyprefs foliage fpread j 
 fragrant fpice profufely burn, 
 Honours grateful to the dead 1 Let 
 
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 Let a foldier's manly form, 
 
 Guard the vafe his afhes bears 5 
 Truth in living forrow warm, 
 
 Pay a mourning nation's tears : 
 Fame, his praife upon thy wing, 
 
 Through the world difperfing tell 5 
 In the fervice of his King, 
 
 In his Country's canfe he fell ! 
 
 A 4 Voc. Dr. Hutchinson* 
 
 |^ ETURN, return my lovely maid, 
 
 For Summer's pleafures pafs away 3 
 The trees green liv'ries 'gin to fade, 
 
 And Flora's treafures all decay. 
 No more, at ev'n-tide, waileth fweef, 
 
 Sad Philomel the woods among ; 
 Nor lark the rifing morn doth greet, 
 
 Return, my love, thou ftay'ir. too long. 
 
 A 5 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 QlSTER of Phoebus, gentle queen, 
 
 Of afpe£t mild, and ray ferene, 
 Whofe friendly beams by night appear, 
 The lonely traveller to cheer \ 
 Attractive Power I whofe mighty fway 
 The ocean's fwelling waves obey, 
 And, mounting upward, feem to raife 
 A liquid altar to thy praife % 
 
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 Thee, wkherM hags, at midnight hour, 
 
 Invoke to their infernal bow'r : 
 
 But I to no fnch horrid rite, 
 
 Sweet queen, implore thy facred light j 
 
 Nor feek, while ail but lovers fleep, 
 
 To rob the mifer's treafur'd heap : 
 
 Thy kindly beams alone impart, 
 
 To find the youth who Hole my heart, 
 
 And guide me from thy filver throne, 
 
 To Heal his heart — or find my own. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Dr. Arne, 
 
 r^WEET Mufe ! infpire thy fuppliant bard a 
 
 Heroic ardor to record. 
 In vain the fervent pray'r I move, 
 Hark ! evVy echo whiipers Love I 
 
 Til raife the theme to acls renown'd ■ 
 
 Ah ! no, — *tis Love, — no other found ! 
 Farewell then, Patriot — Hero — King ! 
 My Mufe of nought but Love can Rng. 
 
 A 5 Voc. Stevens. 
 
 ClGH no more, ladies, figh no more, 
 
 Men were deceivers ever j 
 One foot on fea and one on more, 
 
 To one thing conftant never. 
 Then figh not lb, but let them go, 
 
 And be you blidie and bonny ; 
 Converting all your founds of w*e } 
 
 To hey nonny nonaa. $ing 
 
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 Sing no more ditties, ladies, ling no more 
 
 Of dumps fo dull and heavy, 
 The frauds of men were ever fo, 
 
 Since fummer firft was leafy. 
 Then figh not, &c. &c. 
 
 A 4 Voc, Webbe, 
 
 q VVIFTLY from the mountain's brow, 
 
 Shadows nursM by night retire, 
 And the peeping fun-beams now 
 Paint with gold the village fpire* 
 
 Sweet, O fweet, the warbling throng 
 On the white embloffom'd fpray, 
 
 Nature's univerfal fong 
 Echoes to the rifmg day. 
 
 A 5 Voc, Orlando Gibbons, 
 
 ^"pHE filver fwan who living had no note, 
 
 When death approached unlocked her filent throat a 
 Leaning her bread: againit the reedy fhore, 
 Thus fung her firft and iarr, and fung no more. 
 Farewell all joys, O death, come clofe mine eyes, 
 More gtQ^Q than fwans now live, more fools than wife. 
 
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 A 3 Voc. Weelkes. 
 
 f~pHE nightingale, the organ of delight, 
 
 The nimble lark, the blackbird, and the thrafh, 
 And all the pretty chorifters of" flight, 
 
 That chaunt their mufic notes on ev'ry bum i 
 Let them no more contend who mail excel j 
 The cuckow is the bird that bears the bell. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 n^O me the wanton girls infulting fay, 
 
 Here in this glafs thy fading bloom furvey i 
 Jtift on the verge of life, 'tis equal quite, 
 Whether my locks are black, or filver white ; 
 Rofes around my fragrant brows I'll twine, 
 And diffipate anxieties in wine. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Webbe, 
 
 HP HE mighty conqueror of hearts, 
 
 His pow'r I here deny $ 
 With all his flames, his fires and darts, 
 I, champion-like, defy. 
 
 I'll offer all my facrifice, 
 
 Henceforth, at Bacchus' fhrine; 
 
 The merry god ne'er tells us lies, 
 There' 8 no deceit in wine. 
 
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 A 4 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 **pHE girl that I love is as mild as Aurora, 
 
 Difcreet as Minerva, and youthful as Flora ; 
 Rejoicfd at her prefence fond nature looks gay, 
 The trees bow their heads on each fide of her way. 
 The flow'rs fend forth a profufion of fweet, 
 The grafs looks more green, that is trod by her feet; 
 The birds hover round, as me trips it along, 
 And improve from her voice, the beft notes of her fong. 
 Great Phoebus himfelf is delighted to fee, 
 A powY more bright and more cheering than he ; 
 And (topping his fteeds in the mid ft of their way, 
 He gazes ! — forgetting to drive on the day. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Danby, 
 
 HpHY breath as fragrant as her own confeft, 
 
 Go, lovely rofe, and breathe in Delia's ear 5 
 Expiring on her yet as lovely breaft, 
 
 That beauty's blofFoms are as frail as fair* 
 
 A 3 Voc. Danby. 
 
 ^pHE faireft flow'rs the vale prefer, 
 
 And ilied ambrofial iweetnefs there 5 
 While the tall pine and mountain oak, 
 Oft feel the tempefTs ruder ftroke : 
 
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 So in the lowly mofs-grown feat, 
 Dear peace and quiet dwell ; 
 
 The fiorrns that rack the rich and great, 
 Fly o'er the fhepherd's cell. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Battishill, 
 
 -JJNDERNEATH this myrtle fhade, 
 
 On flowVy beds fupinely laid, 
 With od'rous oils my head overflowing, 
 And around it rofes growing, 
 What fhould I do but drink away 
 The heat and troubles of the day ? 
 In this more than kingly Hate, 
 Love himfelf lhall on me wait, 
 Fill to me, love, nay fill it up 5 
 And mingled, call into the cup 
 Wit, and mirth, and noble fires, 
 Vigrous health, and gay defires. 
 Crown me with rofes whilft I live, 
 Now your wines and ointments give j 
 After death I nothing crave, 
 Let me alive my pleafures have, 
 All are Hoicks in the grave. 
 
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 A 3 Voc. Baildon. 
 
 TTTHEN gay Bacchus fills my breaft, 
 
 All my cares are lulPd to red j 
 Rich I feem as Lydia's king, 
 Merry catch, or ballad fing: Ivy 
 
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 Ivy wreaths my temples fhade, 
 Ivy, that will never fade j 
 Thus I fit in mind elate, 
 Laughing at the farce of fete 5 
 Some delight in fighting fields, 
 Nobler tranfports Bacchus yields 5 
 Fill the bowl, I ever faid, 
 'Tis better to lie drunk than dead. 
 
 A 5 Voc. GlR. 
 
 TI7HEN all alone my pretty love was playing, 
 
 And I faw at a gaze, bright Phoebus flaying, 
 Alas 1 I fear'd there would be fome betraying. 
 
 A 4 Voc. S. Smith. 
 
 Tl/HILE fools their time in itorniy ftrife empldy § 
 
 Be ours engag'd in Union, Peace and Joy j 
 Thus the bled gods, the genial day prolong j 
 In feafts ambrofial, and celeftial fong ; 
 Apollo tunes the lyre, the mufes round, 
 With voice alternate, aid the filver found. 
 Wifely we imitate the Pow'rs divine, 
 peace at our heart, and pleafure our defign. 
 
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 A 5 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 "toyHEN nature formM that angel face, 
 
 She lavidiM all her pow'r ; 
 Be this, fhe cry'd, my mafter piece, 
 Kneel, mortals, and adore ! 
 
 A 3 Voc. Danby. 
 
 "OTHEN Sappho tun'd the raptur'd ftrain, 
 The liit'ning wretch forgot his pain j 
 With art divine, the lyre fbe ftrung, 
 Like thee fhe play'd, like thee fhe fung. 
 For when (he ftruck the quivering wire, 
 The eager breaft was all on fire ; 
 But when fhe tun'd the vocal lay, 
 The captive foul was charm'd away. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Callcott, M. B. 
 
 TI7HEN Arthur firft in court began 
 To wear long hanging fleeves, 
 He entertain'd three ferving men, 
 And all of them were thieves. 
 
 The firft he was an Irifhman, 
 
 The fecond was a Scot, 
 The third he was a Weichman, 
 
 And all were knaves I wot. 
 
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 The Irishman lovM Ufcjuebaugh, 
 
 The Scot lov'd Ale, casl'd Blue Cap; 
 The Wekhtnan, he lovM Toafted Cheefe, 
 
 And made his mouth like a Moufe Trap. 
 
 Ufquebaugh burnt the Irishman, 
 
 The Scot was drown'd in ale ; 
 The Welchman had like to be choak'd with a Moufe, 
 
 But he pull'd her cut by the tail. 
 
 A 5 Voc. Weelkes. 
 
 TTfELCGME, fweet pleafure, 
 
 My wealih and treafure j 
 To hafle our playing, 
 There's no delaying, 
 
 No no no no no ! 
 This mirth delights me, 
 When forrow fpights me, 
 Then fmg we all, Fa la la j 
 
 Sorrow content thee, 
 Mirth muft prevent thee ; 
 Though much thou grieve!!:, 
 Thou none relieved, 
 
 No no no no no ! 
 Joy come delight me, 
 Though forrow fpight me, 
 Then fing we all, Fa la la. 
 
 Grief 
 
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 Grief is difdainfu!, 
 Sottlih and painful ; 
 Then wait on pleafure, 
 And lofe no ieifere, 
 
 No no no no no ! 
 Heart's eafe it lendeth, 
 And comfort fendeth, 
 Then £ng we all, Fa la la. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Earl of Morningtonv 
 
 ■fXTlIEN for the world's repofe my faireft fleeps, 
 
 See Cupid hovers round her couch and weeps ; 
 Weil may' it thou weep, proud boy, thy pow'r dies ? 
 Thou hall no dart when Chloe has no eyes. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Morley* 
 
 1¥T HITHER away fo fail my dear, 
 From your true love approved 5 
 What hafie, what hafte, I fay, 
 
 Tell me my beft beloved ? 
 Lo ! then I come, difpatch thee 
 Hence away, or elfe I catch thee % 
 Think not thus to 'fcape without me, 
 But run and never doubt me. 
 
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 A 3 Voc. Publijhed by RavenscrofT. 
 
 TI/"E be foldiers three, 
 
 Pardonez moi je vous en prie ; 
 Lately come forth from the low country, 
 With never a penny of money. 
 
 Here, good fellow, I drink to thee, 
 
 Pardonez moi je vous en prie 5 
 To all good fellows, wherever they be, 
 
 With never a penny of money. 
 
 And he that will not pledge me this, 
 
 Pardonez moi je vous en prie 5 
 Pays for the mot, what ever it is, 
 
 With never a penny of money. 
 
 Charge it again, boy, charge it again, 
 
 Pardonez moi je vous en prie 5 
 As long as there is any ink in my pen, 
 
 With never a penny of money. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Dr. Arne, 
 
 Y^HEN Britain on her fea -girt fhore, 
 Her ancient Druids firft addreft j 
 What aid, fhe cry'd, fhall I implore? 
 
 What bed defence, by numbers pre ft; ? 
 Tho' hoftile nations round thee rife, 
 
 (The my f tic Oracles replyM) 
 And view thine Ille with envious eyes, 
 Their threats defy, their rage deride 5 
 
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 Nor fear invafion from thofe adverfe Gauls, 
 Britain's beft. bulwarks are — ■her wooden walls* 
 
 Thine oaks defcending to the main, 
 
 With floating force fhall ftem the tides, 
 Afferting Britain's ifquid reign. 
 
 Where'er thy thund'ring navy rides. 
 Nor !efs to peaceful arts inclin'd, 
 
 Where commerce opens all her (lores, 
 In fecial bands fhall lead mankind, 
 
 And join the fea-divided mores 5 
 Spread then thy fails where naval glory calls, 
 Britain's beft bulwarks are — her wooden walls*. 
 
 Hail 1 happy Ifle, what thcT thy vales 
 
 No vine- empurpled tribute yield, 
 Nor fann'd with odour-breathing gales, 
 
 Nor crops fpontaneous glad the field j 
 Yet Liberty rewards the toil 
 
 Of Induftry, to labour prone, 
 Who jocund ploughs the grateful foil, 
 
 And reaps the harveft fhe has fown : 
 While other realms tyrannic fway enthralls, 
 Britain's belt bulwarks are — her wooden walls-. 
 
 A 4 Voc* Webbe. 
 
 '117 HE RE, haplefs Ilion, are thy heav'n-built walls,. 
 Thy high embattled tow'rs, thy fpacious halls I 
 Where are thy temples, fill'd with forms divine? 
 Where is thy Pallas ? where her awful fhrine I 
 
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 T'ne mighty He&or where ? thy fav'rite boaft; 
 And all thy valiant fons, a fplendid ho ft ? 
 Thy arts, thy arms, thy riches, and thy ftate, 
 Thy pride, thy pomp, thy all that made thee great ? 
 Thefe proftrate now in dufl and ruin lie, 
 But thy tranfcendant fame can never die 5 
 Fate boafts no pow'r to fink thy glories paft, 
 They fill the world, and with the world mall laih 
 
 A 4 Voc. S. Smith. 
 
 •yrrHAT (hall we have that kilPd the deer ? 
 
 His leathern fkin and horns to wear 5 
 The horn, the horn, the luity horn, 
 Is not a thing to laugh to fcorn. 
 
 Take you no fcorn to wear the horn, 
 It was a creft ere thou wert born j 
 Thy father's father wore it, 
 And thy father bore it : 
 
 The horn, the horn, the lufty horn, 
 • Is not a thing to laugh to fcorn. 
 
 A 4 VOC. MORLEY, 
 
 "VyXTHIN an arbour of fweet-briar and rofes, 
 
 I heard two lovers talking wanton cofes ; 
 Say, lovely maid, quoth he, to whom is thy liking ty'd ? 
 To whom but thee, my deareit life, the gentle nymph 
 reply'd ! 
 
 Hz I die, 
 
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 I die, I die, I die, quoth he ; 
 And I, and I, and I, {aid fhe ; 
 Ah ! give me, give me then, quoth he, fome token, 
 And with his hands the reft he would have fpoken : 
 Fie ! away then, cry'd the nymph 5 alas ! too well you 
 
 know it ; 
 Ah ! quoth he, fweetly come kifs me, then 5 Jdfs me, 
 and — fhow it. 
 
 A 5 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 ■VOU gave me your heart t'other day, 
 
 I thought it as fafe as my own 5 
 IVe not loft it, — but, what can I fay ? 
 Not your heart from mine can be known I 
 
 A 3 Voc* Publijked by Ravenscroft, 
 VK7E be three poor manners, 
 
 Newly come from the feas, 
 We fpend our lives in jeopardy, 
 
 While others live at eafe : 
 Shall we go dance the round, around, around, 
 And he that is a bully, boy, 
 Come pledge me on this ground. 
 We care not for thofe martial men, 
 
 That do our ftates difdain, 
 But we care for thofe merchantmen, 
 Which do our ftates maintain j 
 
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 To them we dance this round, around, around, 
 And he that is a bully, boy, 
 Come pledge me on this ground. 
 
 A 3 Voc. L. Marenzio. 
 
 TX7XLL you hear how once repining, 
 
 Great Eliza captive lay, 
 Each ambitious thought refigning, 
 
 Fee to riches, pomp, and fway. 
 While the nymphs arid fwains delighted, 
 
 Tript around in all their pride j 
 Envying joys, by others flighted, 
 
 Thus the Royal Maiden cry'd. 
 
 Hark ! to yonder milk -maid, finging 
 
 Cheerly o'er the brimming pail j 
 Cowilips all around her fpringing, 
 
 Sweetly paint the golden vale. 
 Never yet did courtly maiden, 
 
 Move fo fpnghtly, look fo fair j 
 Never breaft with jewels laden, 
 
 Pour a fong fo void of care. 
 
 Would indulgent beav'n had granted 
 
 Me fome rural damfel's part j 
 All the empire I had wanted, 
 
 Then had been my fhepherd^s heart. 
 Then, with him, o"er hills and mountains, 
 
 Free from fetters might I rove, 
 Fearlefs tafte the chryftal fountains, 
 
 Peaceful fleer* beneath the grove* A 5 
 
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 A 5 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 ■fXTHEN winds breathe foft along the filent deep, 
 The waters curl, the peaceful billows fleep : 
 A ftronger gale the troubled wave awakes $ 
 The furface roughens, and the ocean (hakes. 
 More dreadful ftill, when furious ftorms arife, 
 The mounting billows bellow to the ikies 5 
 On liquid rocks the tott'ring veflel's tofs'd, 
 Unnumbered furges lafh the foaming coaft : 
 The raging waves, excited by the blafr, 
 Whiten with wrath, and fplit the fturdy mad, 
 When in an in (rant, he who rules the floods, 
 Earth, air, and fire, Jehovah, God of gods, 
 In pleaiing accents fpeaks his fovereign will, 
 And bids the waters, and the winds, be ftill ! 
 HuuVd are the winds, the waters ceafe to roar j 
 Safe are the feas, and filent as the more. 
 Now fay what joy elates the failor's breafr, 
 With profp'rous gales fo unexpected bleft : 
 What eafe, what tranfport, in each face is feen, 
 The heav'ns look bright, the air and fea ferene : 
 For ev'ry plaint we hear a joyful ftrain 
 To Him, whofe pow'r unbounded rules the main. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Baildon. 
 
 TX7HAT Anacreon lovM we drink, 
 
 Prefs it clofely to the lip 5 
 Mifers, can ye fleep or think, 
 While fuch nectar here we fip r €to 
 
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 Our gay honed Horace would take off his flafk, 
 While Ovid in love play'd the fool : 
 
 Come, broach the Falernian 6r Maflic old cafk, 
 And follow gay Horace's rule. 
 
 Let the whining lover figh, 
 
 All his tears are fhed in vain $ 
 But a bumper can fupply, 
 
 Ev'ry tear that love can drain. 
 
 Love was ne'er a treafure, 
 Drinking is a pleafure, 
 
 Then fill your gen'rous goblet high t 
 Let your glaiTes gingle 
 Thus our joys we mingle, 
 
 Drink, fons of Bacchus, till ye die* 
 
 A 3 Voc. Dr. Arne. 
 
 yj" OXJ afk me, dear Jack, for an emblem that's rifej 
 
 And clearly explains the true medium of life : 
 I think I have hit it, as fure as a gun, 
 A bowl of good Punch and the Medium are one. 
 When Lemon and Sugar fo happily meet, 
 The acid's corrected by mixing the fweet $ 
 The water and fpirit fo luckily blend, 
 That each from th* extreme doth the other defend, 
 Then fill up the bowl, rot forrow and ftrife, 
 A bumper 1 my boys, to the Medium of Life: 
 Which keeps our frail ftate in a temper that's meet, 
 Contented in blending the four with the fweet.. 
 
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 A 3 Voc. Weebe. 
 
 (\ Come O bella l'ardor de vini, 
 
 Piu coralini tuoi la bri fa, 
 Bacco vi ftilla, fuave umore, 
 
 D'un tal fapore che amor nan ba, 
 Bevir O cara, quando ha la fpuma, 
 
 Tal fi coftuma guftarlo qui, 
 Ccii gridando Tama il francefe, 
 
 Cheto ringlefe Tama cofi. 
 Ma cara luci vol non vedete, 
 
 Qua! altra fiete fui Tabri fia, 
 Aita II core ch' e tutto fuoco, 
 
 Et a poco a poco mancando va. 
 Si bella Dori godiam che il giorno, 
 
 Preilo e al ritorno prefto al partir, 
 Di giovanezza godiam il fiore, 
 
 Poi Pukim* ore lafciam venir. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Callcott, M. B, 
 
 rr HYRSIS when he left me fwore, 
 In the fpring he would return j 
 Ah ! what means that op'ning flow'r, 
 And the bud that decks the thorn ? 
 *Twas the nightingale that fung, 
 'Twas the lark that upward fpi ung. 
 
 Idle notes, untimely green, 
 
 Why fuch unavailing bafle ? 
 Gentle gales and fky ferene, 
 
 Prove not always winter paft j Ceafe 
 
telle rriy doubts, my fears remove | 
 Spare the honour of my love. 
 
 An 8 Voc. Danby* 
 Ode to Hope. 
 
 HpHOU blefling fent us from above, 
 
 Rich offspring of celeftial love, 
 Fair Hope ! thy prefence let me hail, 
 When grief intrudes, when pains afTail : 
 On life's rough fea, amid the teihpeft's roar, 
 Pilot my rolling bark, and fet me fafe on more* 
 
 A 3 Voc. CallcotT) M. B* 
 
 ipEACE to the fouls of the heroes, 
 Their deeds were great in fight 5 
 Let them ride around me on clouds, 
 Let them (hew their features in war 5 
 My foul then mail be firm in danger, 
 And mine arm like the thunder of heav'n t 
 But be thou on a moon -beam, O Morna> 
 Near the window of my reft, 
 When my thoughts ore of peace, 
 Wfun the din of arms is pail. 
 
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 A 4 Voc. Callcott, M. B- 
 
 npRIUMPHANT love, with rofeate garlands crown*d, 
 
 Has tun'd my lyre to hope's delightful theme 3 
 Applauding virtue carts a luftre round, 
 
 And tells the world fuch blifs is blifs fupreme. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Stevens, 
 
 *V7"E fpotted fnakes with double tongue, 
 Thorny hedge-hogs, be not feen ; 
 Newts and blind worms, do no wrong, 
 Come not near our fairy queen : 
 Philomel with melody, 
 Sing in your fweet lullaby* 
 
 Weaving fpiders come not near, 
 
 Hence ! ye long-leg' d fpinners, hence I 
 Beetles black, approach not near, 
 Worm and fnail do no offence : 
 Philomel with melody, 
 Sing in your fweet lullaby. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Danby, 
 
 fpHE nightingale who tunes her warbling notes fo fweet, 
 
 'Midft flowYs ne'er prefumes to fix her mournful feat 5 
 Mtlodioufly fhe fings, while hawthorns pierce her breaft, 
 Her voice fweet echo rings, and nature lulls to reft. 
 
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 A 5 Voc. Callcott, M. B. 
 
 jT\ Voi che fofpirate a miglior notti 
 Ch" 1 afcoltate d'amore, 
 
 O dite in rime, 
 Pregate non mi fia piu forda morte^ 
 
 Parto delle miferie 
 
 E fin del pianto. 
 
 A 5 Voc. Stevens. 
 
 |T was a lover and his lafs, 
 
 With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, 
 That o'er the green corn-fields did pafs 
 
 In the fpring time ; 
 The pretty fpring time, when birds do £ng, 
 Hey ding a ding, fweet lovers love the fpring* 
 
 And therefore take the prefent time, 
 
 With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, 
 
 For love is crown'd with the prime, 
 In the fpring time ; 
 
 The pretty fpring time, when birds do fing, 
 
 Sweet lovers love the fpring. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Webbe,. 
 
 XT ON fide al mar che freme, 
 
 La temeraria prora, 
 Chi fi fcolora e teme, 
 Sol quando vede il mar : 
 
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 Non fi cimenti in Campo, 
 Chi trema al fuono e al larapo 5 
 D'una guerriera tromba 
 D\m bellicoro acciar. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Callcott, M. B t 
 
 A "RE the white hours for ever fled, 
 
 That us'd to mark the cheerful day ? 
 And ev'ry blooming pleafure dead, 
 
 That led th' enraptur'd foul aftray ? 
 Too fait the rofy- footed train, 
 
 The bled delicious moments paft % 
 Pleafure muft now give way to pain, 
 
 And grief fucceed to joy at lail. 
 O ! daughters of eternal Jove, 
 
 Return with the returning year ; 
 Bring pleafure back, and fmiles, and love 3 
 
 Let blooming love again appear. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Sacchini, 
 
 ttOW mould we mortals fpend our haurs ? 
 
 In War, in Love, and Drinking ! 
 None but a fool con fumes his pow'rs 
 In Peace, in Care, and Thinking. 
 
 Time, ' would you let him wifely pafs, 
 
 Is lively, brink, and jolly : 
 Pip but his wing in the fparkling glafs, 
 
 .And he'll drown dull Melancholy. ^ 5 
 
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 A 5 Voc. Danby. 
 
 T5 OSY fingerM goddefs rife, 
 
 Fair Aurora, mount the fides ; 
 Leave, O leave, your chryilal bed, 
 Beck'd with coral beauteous red ; 
 From each bufh the feather'd choir, 
 Warbling fweet, new joys infpire j 
 Warbling fweet, each myrtle grove 
 Returns to meet the god of love : 
 Come then, fhepherds, come away ! 
 Come, ye damfels fair and gay ; 
 Releafe your herds- and fnowy meep, 
 That they the pearly dew may fip : 
 More grateful to the thirfly flocks 
 Than to Narcifs' his golden locks. 
 Come, ere Sol's effervent beams 
 Parch the fields, or heat the dreams 5 
 Clad each in his belt array, 
 We'll celebrate this holiday 5 
 Dancing, mufic, cheerful long, 
 Shall the fleeting hours prolong. 
 
 A 4 Voc, Danby, 
 
 qWEET thrufli, that makes the vernal year 
 
 Sweeter than Flora can appear j 
 As Philomel attends thy lay, 
 She envies the return of day. 
 
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 The tuneful lyre and fwelling flute, 
 At thy rich warbling fhall be mute ; 
 Vocal minltrell, thy foft lay 
 Treafures up, and ends the May : 
 Hark ! how the blackbird woo's his love* 
 The IkuTd mufician of the grove ; 
 On thorn, as perch'd, he nobly flngs, 
 A cadence for the beft of kings ; 
 Sublime and foft, gay and ferene, 
 A virginal to hail a queen : 
 Nature's mulic thus improves, 
 All the graces and the loves* 
 
 A 4 Voc, Webbe. 
 
 /"^UPID, my pleafure, foft love I thee implore; 
 
 Bacchus, my treafure, brill: wine I will adore t 
 Give me a beautiful maid to blefs my longing arms ! 
 Give me a bumper of red, in that I view all charms. 
 Without thy joy, life foon would cloy, 
 
 And prove a mere difeafe 5 
 The noble juice will mirth produce, 
 
 And give us eafe. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Callcott, M. B. 
 I. 
 
 17ROM thy waves, ftormy Lannow, I fly, 
 
 From the rocks that are laflfd by their tide; 
 From the nymph whofe cold bofom, rdentlefs as they, 
 Has wreck'd my warm hopes by her pride; 
 
 Yet 
 
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 Yet lonely, and rude as the fcene, 
 
 Her fmiie to that fcene cou'd impart 
 A charm that might rival the bloom of the vale 5 
 
 But, away thou fond dream of my heart ! 
 
 To thy rocks, ftormy Lannow, adieu* 
 
 II. 
 
 Now the blafts of the winter come on, 
 
 And the waters grow dark as the ikies ; 
 But, 'tis well ! they refemble the fullen difdaia 
 
 That has lour'd in thofe infolent eyes : 
 Sincere were the fighs it repreiVd, 
 
 But they rofe in the days that are flown, 
 Ah ! nymph unrelenting, and cold as thou art, 
 
 My fpirit is proud as thine own. 
 
 To thy rocks, ftormy Lannow, adieu. 
 
 III. 
 
 Now the wings of the fea-fowl are fpread, 
 
 To efcape the rough llorm by their flight ; 
 And thefe caves will afford them a gloomy retreat 
 
 From the wind, and the billows of night. 
 Like them, to the home of my youth, 
 
 Like them, to the fhades I'll retire; 
 Receive me ! and fhield my vex'd fpirit, ye groves^ 
 
 From the pangs of infulted defire. 
 
 To thy rocks, ftormy Lannow, adieu. 
 
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A 6 Voc, Webbe* 
 Ode on St* Cecilia* 
 
 /^ECILIA more than all the mules fkilTd* 
 
 Phoebus hlmielf muil to her yield 5 ■ 
 And at her £qqI lay down 
 His golden harp and laurel crown ; 
 The foft enervate lyre is drowned 
 In the deep organ's more majedk found 5 
 In peals the (welling notes afcend the ikies* 
 Perpetual breath, the {welling notes iupplies t 
 And lading as her name, 
 Who formed trie tuneful frame, 
 Th* immortal mufic never dies I 
 
 A 4 Voc. Corfs. 
 I. 
 
 "VI7HAT beauties does Flora difclofe! 
 
 How fweet are her ilniles upon Tweed ! 
 Yet Mary's Hill fweeter than thole, 
 
 Both nature and fancy exceed. 
 No daify nor fweet blufhing rofe, 
 
 Nor all the gay flowers of the field j 
 Not Tweed glidlr^ gently thro' thofe, 
 
 Such beauty and pieafure does yield* 
 
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 9 Tis me does the virgins excel, 
 
 No beauty with her may compare 5 
 Love's graces all round her do dwell, 
 
 She's faireft where thoufands are fair. 
 Say, Charmer, where do thy flocks ftray t 
 
 Oh ! tell me at noon where they feed ? 
 Shall I feek them on fweet winding Tay, 
 
 Or the pleafanter banks of the Tweed ? 
 
 A 3 VOC. CoRFE* 
 
 tN the hall I lay in night, 
 
 Mine eyes half clos'd with fleep 5 
 Soft mufic came to mine ear 5 
 It was the maid of Selma. 
 Her neck was white as the bofom of a fwan 
 Trembling on fwift rolling waves s 
 She rais'd the nightly fong ; 
 For fhe knew that my foul was a ftream 
 That flow'd at pleafant founds. 
 Mix'd with the harp, arofe her voice 5 
 She came on my troubled foul 
 Like a beam on the dark heaving ocean, 
 When it burfts from a cloud, 
 And brightens the foamy fide of a wave ; 
 'Twas like the mem'ry of joys that are pad, 
 Pleafant and mournful to the foul I 
 
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 A 4 Voc. Corfe, 
 I. 
 
 T^E NEATH a green made a lovely young fwain* 
 
 One evening reclin'd to difeover his pain j 
 So fad, yet fo fweetly he warbled his woe, 
 The wind ceas'd to breathe, and the fountains to flow * 
 Rude winds, with companion, could hear him CGmplai% 
 Yet Chloe, lefs gentle, was deaf to his ftrain I 
 
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 How happy, he cry'd, my moments once flew, 
 Ere Chloe's bright charms firft flafh'd in my view , 
 Thefe eyes then with pleafure the dawn could furvey, 
 Nor fmil'd the fair morning more cheerful than they 5 
 Now fcenes of diftrefs pleafe only my fight, 
 I'm tortured in pleafure, and languifh in light* 
 
 A 5 Voc» Stevens. 
 
 f\ ! miftrefs mine, where are you roaming ? 
 O ! flay and hear, your true love's coming* 
 
 That can fing both high and low j 
 Trip no further, pretty fweeting, 
 Journeys end in lovers meeting, 
 
 Ev'ry wife man's fon doth know. 
 
 What is love ? 'tis not hereafter ; 
 Prefent mirth has prefent laughter, 
 
 What's 
 
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 Whafs to come is ftill unfure : 
 £n delay there lies no plenty, 
 Then don't leave me, fweet and twenty, 
 
 Youth's a feafon won't endure. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Corfe. 
 
 TN April, when primrofes paint the fweet plain. 
 And fummer approaching rejoiceth the fwain, 
 The yellow-hair'd laddie would often-times go, 
 To wilds and deep glens, where the hawthorn trees grows 
 
 There, under the made of an old facred thorn, 
 With freedom he fung his love ev'ning and m©xn j 
 He fung with fo foft and enchanting a found, 
 That filvans and fairies unfeen danc'd around. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Callcott, M. B* 
 
 A S I was going to Derby, 
 
 'Twas on a market-day, 
 I met the fined ram, Sir, 
 
 That ever was fed upon hay 3 
 This ram was fat behind, Sir, 
 
 This ram was fat before, 
 This ram was ten yards high, Sir f 
 Indeed, he was no morel 
 
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 The butcher that killM this ram, Sir, 
 
 Was up to his knees in blood ! 
 The boy that held the pail, Sir, 
 
 Was carried away by the flood ! 
 The tail that grew upon his rump 
 
 Was ten yards and an ell, 
 And that was fent to Derby, 
 
 To toll the market bell. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Baildon. 
 
 V/|\R. Speaker ! though 'tis late, 
 
 I muft lengthen the debate. 
 Queftion — Order — hear him, hear ! 
 Pray fupport, fupport the chair i 
 jSir, I ftiall name you if you ftir. 
 
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 A 4 Voc. R. Cooke, 
 
 'KJTO riches from his fcanty ftore 
 
 My lover could impart ; 
 He gave me a boon I valuM more, 
 
 He gave me all his heart. 
 But now for me, in fearch of gain. 
 
 From more to fhore he flies $ 
 Why wander riches to obtain, 
 
 When love is all I prize ! 
 
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 A 4 Voc. HlNDLE. 
 
 QUEEN of the filver bow ! by thy pale beam, 
 *-' Alone and penfive, I delight to (tray ; 
 And watch thy fhadow trembling in the ftream, 
 
 Or mark, the floating clouds that crofs thy way. 
 Still while I gaze, thy mild and placid light 
 
 Sheds a foft calm upon my troubled bread ; 
 And oft I think, fair planet of the night, 
 
 That in thy orb the wretched may have reft. 
 The fuff'rers of the earth, perhaps, may go 9 
 
 Releas'd by death, to thy benignant fphere j 
 And the fad children of defpair and woe, 
 
 Forget in thee their cup of forrow here. 
 O ! that I foon may reach thy world ferene, 
 Poor wearied pilgrim in this toiling fcene. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 A WAY ! away ! we've crown'd the day, 
 
 The hounds are waiting for their prey \ 
 The huntfman's call invites ye all, 
 Come in, boys, while ye may 
 
 The jolly horn, the rofy morn, 
 
 With harmony of deep-mouthM hounds s 
 For thefe, my boys, are fportfman's joys, 
 
 Our pleafure knows no bounds. 
 
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 A 5 Voc. Danby, 
 
 A S pafling by a fhady grove, 
 
 I heard a linnet Ting, 
 Wbofe fweetly plaintive voice of love 
 
 Proclaimed the cheerful fpring. 
 His pretty accents feem'd to How 
 
 As if he knew no pain ; 
 Kis downy throat he tim'd fo fweet t 
 
 It echo'd o'er the plain. 
 Ah I happy warbler, I reply'd, 
 
 Contented thus to be ; 
 *Tis only harmony and love 
 
 Can be compar'd with thee« 
 
 A 5 Voc, Callcott, M. B« 
 
 T^ATKER of heroes ! high dweller of eddying winds, 
 Where the dark-red thunder marks the troubled clouds | 
 
 Open thou thy ftormy halls 5 
 
 Let the bards of ©Id be near. 
 We fit at the rocks, but there is no voice $ 
 
 No light but the meteor of fire. 
 
 O ! from the rock on the hill, 
 
 From the top of the windy fteep, 
 
 O I fpeak, ye ghofts of the dead i 
 
 O ! whither are ye gone to reft ? 
 In what cave of the hill mail we find the departed ? 
 
 No feeble voice is on the gale 5 
 
 No anfwer half-drown'd in the ftorm. I 
 
 Father 
 
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 Father of heroes ! the people bend before thee ; 
 Thou turned the battle in the field of the brave § 
 
 Thy terrors pour the blafts of death t 
 
 Thy tempefts are before thy face ! 
 
 But thy dwelling is calm, above the clouds 5 
 
 The fields of thy reft are pleafant. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 '"pO the old, long life and treafure 5 
 
 To the young, all health and pleafnre | 
 
 To the fair, their face 
 
 With eternal grace, 
 And the reft to be lovM at leifure. 
 
 A 5 Voc. Callcott, M. B» 
 
 TT AIL, happy Albion ! queen of Ifles ! 
 
 Peaceful freedom o'er thee fmiles s 
 Thy lib'ral heart, thy judging eye, 
 The flow'r unheeded can defcry, 
 And bid it round heav'n's altars (hed 
 The fragrance of its biuOiing head. 
 
 Through the wild waves as they roar, 
 With watchful eye and dauntlefs mien* 
 Thy (leady courfe of honour keep ; 
 Nor fear the rocks, nor feck the more, 
 The liar of Brunfwick mines ferene, 
 And gilds the horrors of the deep, 
 
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 A 4 Voc. J. C. Prxng. 
 
 A 8 I wove with wanton care, 
 Fillets for a virgin's hair 5 
 Cupid, and I mark'd him well, 
 Hid him in a cowflip's bell. 
 While he plum'd a pointed dart, 
 Fated to inflame the heart 5 
 Glowing with malicious joy, 
 Sudden I fecur'd the boy ; 
 And, regardlefs of his cries, 
 Bore the little frighted prize 
 Where the mighty goblet ilood, 
 Teeming with a rofy flood . 
 Urchin ! in my rage I cry'd, 
 What avails thy faucy pride ? 
 Thus, I drown thee in my cup — 
 Thus, in wine I drink thee up t 
 
 A 3 Voc, Dr. Cooke. 
 
 CTAY, lovely Laura, ftay, let us fit and play, 
 
 While Phcebus hurries on the fultry day. 
 Let us the whifp'ring pines' cool made enjoy 5 
 How foft they murmur as the Zephyrs figh ! 
 While the brook, bubbling to my pipe's foft charms, 
 . Shall woo fome gentle vifion to thy arms. 
 
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 /^•HLOE found Amyntas lying, 
 All in tears upon the plain j 
 Sighing to himfelf and crying, 
 
 Wretched I ! to love in vain* 
 Ever fcorning and denying 
 
 To reward a faithful fwain 5 
 Kifs, me dear, before my dying, 
 Kifs me once, and eafe my pain. 
 
 Chloe, laughing at his crying, 
 Told him that he lov'd in vain 5 
 
 But, repenting and complying, 
 When he kifs'd, ihe kifs'd again s 
 
 Kifs'd him up before his dying, 
 
 Kifs'd him up, and eas'd his pain. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Webbe* 
 
 OEE ! with ivy chaplet bound, 
 
 And wreaths of vernal rofes crownM, 
 Bacchus comes, and brings along 
 Blooming mirth and cheerful fong : 
 But, ah ! no myrtle there is feen, 
 No laurel fpreads a lafting green I 
 Say, does Apollo fly the train? 
 Or lovely Venus, wine difdain ? 
 Behold the mufes now appear, 
 And willing beauty fighs fin cere | 
 Happier far than gods above, 
 We fill to JIarmony and Love j 
 
 Happier 
 
[ 74 I 
 
 Jfappier far than men below, 
 Now with fparkling wine we glow s 
 Happier ftill our lot mall be, 
 Bleft with thefe and Liberty. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 CjINCE liarmony deigns with her vofries to dwells 
 
 Exalt ev'ry voice, and each note loudly fwell j 
 Intreat her to vifit us here ev'ry night, 
 And thus by her prefence diffufe new delight ; 
 And fince me fuch mirth and fuch pleafure can brmg^ 
 Let us lo Poean repeatedly fing. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Jackson, Exon. 
 
 npHOU, to whofe eyes I bend j at whofe command^ 
 
 Tho' low my voice, tho' artlefs be my hand ; 
 I take the fprightly reed, and fmg or play, 
 Carelefs of all the cens'ring world may fay. 
 O, faireft of thy fex, be thou my mufe, 
 Deign on my work thine influence to diffufe 5 
 So fhall my notes to future times proclaim, 
 Unbounded love and ever-durim* iame, 
 
 A 3 Voc. Jackson, Exon* 
 
 /^N a day, alack ! the day, 
 
 Love, whofe month was ever May, 
 Spy'd a bloffbm paffing fair, 
 Slaying in the wanton air s Thz®? 
 
r 7s i 
 
 Thro"' the velvet leaves the wind, 
 All unfeen, 'gan paflage find, 
 That the lover, Tick to death, 
 Wifh'd himfelf the heaven's breath. 
 Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blowj 
 Air, would I might triumph fo ! 
 But, alas ! my hand hath fworn 
 Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn 5 
 Vow, alack i for youth unmeet, 
 Youth fo apt to pluck a fweetj 
 Thou, for whom e'en Jove would fwear, 
 Juno but an Ethiop were 5 
 And deny himfelf for Jove, 
 Turning mortal for thy love. 
 
 A 3 Vocu Jackson, Exoh. 
 
 TN a vale clos'd with woodland, where grottoes abound^ 
 
 Where rivulets murmur, and echoes refound 5 
 I vow'd to the mufes my time and my care, 
 €ince neither could win me the fmiles of my fair. 
 
 As freedom infpir'd me, I rang'd and I fung, 
 
 And Daphne's dear name never fell from my tongue £ 
 
 Eut if a fmooth accent delighted my ear, 
 
 I could wifh unawares that my Daphne might hear. 
 
 With faireft ideas my bofom I ftor'd, 
 To drive from my heart the fair nymph I ador'd.3 
 But the more I with ftudy my fancy refin'd, 
 The deeper impreffion fhe made on my mincU 
 
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 Ah ! whilft I the beauties of nature purfue, 
 I ftlll muit my Daphne's fair im^vre renew ; 
 The graces have chojen with Daphne to rove, 
 And the mufes are all in al^ance with love ! 
 
 A4V0C Dr. Cooke. 
 
 T ONG may live my lovely Hetty, 
 Always young, and always pretty. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Danby, 
 
 "^TOR blazing gems, nor filken fheen, 
 
 Befpeak the wearer's heart ferene j 
 Nor purple robe, nor tiflfued veil, 
 Proclaim the calm unruffled breaft. 
 The crimfon mantle, and the jewell'd crown, 
 Fair peace forfakes, well pleas'd to own 
 The fhepherd's fimple garb and ruffet gown. 
 Sweet peace forfakes the crouded ftreet, 
 And fhelters in the calm retreat; 
 With folitude the charmer dwells, 
 *Midft rural meads and flowVy dells ? 
 She fhuns the coftly feaft, and rare, 
 Contented with the fhepherd's fare ; 
 She fcorns the roofs where nobles dwell, 
 And feeks the ruftic's humbler cell ; 
 She flights tKe mifer's glittYmg hoard, 
 The joys of wine, and plenteous board j 
 Fair virtues livery me wears, 
 And all the joys of life are hers. A % 
 
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 A 3 Voc. Webbs. 
 
 f\ ! what can equal here below, 
 
 The life of us three brothers ! 
 The rifing figh of burfting woe, 
 
 The bairn of friend/hip fmothers. 
 The dream of life fo fmoothly flows, 
 
 We fcarcely fee! it gliding ; 
 No dangerous wave the current knows 5 
 
 Our bark with harm betiding : 
 Nor anxious thought, nor teafing care, 
 
 Our peace of mind defiroying 5 
 The focial glafs we freely fhare, 
 
 Thus doubly life enjoying. 
 In friend/hip's ties fo firmly bound, 
 
 Misfortune's florms we weather, 
 And ev'ry blafl that would confound, 
 
 Unites us more together. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Callcott, M. B. 
 
 TTTHILE the moon-beams, all bright, 
 Give a luftre to night, 
 
 I'll weep on his dwelling fo narrow, 
 And high o'er bis grave, 
 The willow trees wave, 
 
 Who died on the banks of the Yarrow* 
 
 9 Twas under this (hade, 
 Hand in hand as we (IrayM, 
 
 He 
 
C 78 J 
 
 He fell by the flight of an arrow j 
 And faft from the wound, 
 His blood ftain'd the ground, 
 
 Who died on the banks of the Yarrow* 
 
 A 3 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 TV/!"R. ■ will you do us the favour 
 
 To join in a catch ? Sir, I'll do my endeavour: 
 To be fure I've a cold, — but I'll ftill do my beft 5 
 As I know your intention, 1 11 join with the reft. 
 May the fmi'les of the company thus ever cheer us, 
 And we all give pleafure to thofe who may hear us* 
 
 A 3 Voc, Callcott, M. B. 
 
 *TpHOU, who alone doft all my thoughts infufe, 
 
 And art at cnce my miftrefs and my mufej 
 Infpir'd from thee flows every facred line, 
 Thine is the poetry, the poetry thine ; 
 Thy fervice mall my only bus'nefs be, 
 And all my life employ'd in pleafing thee. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Callcott, M. B« 
 
 T OVELY feems the moon's fair luftre 
 
 To the loft benighted iwain, 
 When all filv'ry bright me rifes, 
 
 Gilding mountain, grove, and plain. 
 
 Lovely 
 
[ 79 3 
 
 Lovely feems the fun's full glory- 
 To the fainting Teaman's eyes, 
 
 When fome horrid ftorm difperfmg, 
 O'er the wave his radiance flies. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Callcott, M. B. 
 I. 
 
 ^7"OU, gentlemen of England, that live at home at eafe, 
 Ah ! little do you tnink upon the dangers of the feasj 
 Give ear unto the mariners, and they will plainly fhow, 
 All the cares and the fears, when the ftormy winds do blow, 
 
 II. 
 
 If enemies oppofe us, when England is at wars 
 With any foreign nations, we fear not wounds nor fears, 
 Our roaring guns mail teach 'em our valour for to know, 
 Whilft they reel on the keel, when the Hormy winds do blow. 
 
 III. 
 
 Then, courage all brave mariners, and never be difmayM, 
 Whilft we have bold adventurers we ne'er mall want a trade 5 
 Our merchants will employ us to fetch them wealth we know, 
 Then be bold, work for gold, when the ftormy winds do blow. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Webbe, 
 
 QRE AT Apollo, ftrike the lyre, 
 Fill the raptur'd foul with fire I 
 Let the feftive f< ng go round, 
 Lew this night with joy be crown'd. Hark I 
 
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 Hark ! what numbers foft and clear, 
 Steal upon the ravifh'd ear ! 
 Sure, no mortal fweeps the firings 5 
 Lfften ! — 'tis Apollo fings ! 
 
 A 3 Voc. Webbe* 
 
 T'U enjoy the prefent time, 
 
 I'll be merry while I may ; 
 Love away youth's gentle prime 3 
 Ever happy, ever gay. 
 
 Youth's the feafon made for love, 
 Love's the fource of blifs below j 
 
 I'll the pleafmg fpan improve, 
 
 Nor wafte one precious hour in woe* 
 
 Too foon old age, with gloomy care, 
 This fweet tranfporting fcene deftroys § 
 
 And filvers o'er my wanton hair, 
 And robs me of thofe fleeting joys. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Webbe* 
 
 QOBDESS of the cheerful fmile, 
 Thou can'ii ev'ry care beguile I 
 Still to me thy joys impart, 
 Raife the fpirits, warm the heart j 
 Fix thine empire in my breaft, 
 Still an ever welcome gueft. 
 
 a 3 
 
C 81 3 
 
 A 3 Voc. Callcott, M. B* 
 
 ■ffifHO comes, fo dark, from ocean's roar, 
 
 Like Autumn's fhadowy cloud ? 
 Death is trembling in his hand, 
 His eyes are flames of fire I 
 
 Son of the cloudy night, retire 5 
 Call thy winds and fly 5 
 Retire thou to thy cave. 
 
 But let us fit by the mofTy fount, 
 
 Let us hear the mournful voice of the breeze* 
 
 When it fighs on the grafs of the cave. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 CURLY Giles's old cat was fhut out of the houfe 5 
 
 How flie plagu'd him all night without catching a moufe I 
 With her mew, fick to death, furly Giles rofe in hafte, 
 And vowM that no longer his moments he'd waftej 
 So he took up a flick as he jump'd out of bed, 
 And fwore he would knock the old cat o' the head* 
 
 A 3 Voc. Reginald Spofforth, 
 
 OEE, fmiling from the rofy eaft, 
 
 The harbinger of day 
 Pours with majeflic luftre drefs'd 
 The treafures of his ray s 
 
 M N# 
 
I H I 
 
 No more her charms Aurora fhrouds 
 
 Behind the fallen veil of clouds 5 
 
 But fheds profufe her animating powVs, 
 
 And from their winfry fleep, awakes the flowers* 
 
 A 3 Voc* Webbe. 
 
 A WAKE, fweet mufe ! the breathing fpring ; 
 
 With rapture warms, aw r ake and fing 5. 
 Awake, and join the vocal throng, 
 Who hail the morning with a fong. 
 To Nancy raife the cheerful lay, 
 bid her hafte, and come away s 
 In fweeteft fmiles herfeif adorn, 
 And add new graces to the morn. 
 
 A 3 Voc. Webbe* 
 
 "OTHAT may arrive of care to- morrow 
 
 Let dull and vulgar fouls divine 5 
 And joylefs brood o'er future forrow, 
 
 While here we drown the paPc in wine. 
 The bowl fupplies eternal fir earns of pleafurs 
 To him who wifely filling, takes his meafur«» 
 
 ft 4 
 
A 4 Voc. Webbe, jun. 
 
 TjyHEN pearly dew, at early dawn, 
 
 Hangs pendant from the blooming thorn, 
 The lark to ufher in the morn 
 
 Awakes the feather' d throng i 
 Borne upwards on her tender wings, 
 As from the fod me eager fprings, 
 In fofteft numbers fweetly fings 
 
 Her grateful morning fong. 
 
 A 5 Voc. Webbe. 
 
 HpHE blofTom fo pleafing at fummer's gay call, 
 
 Muft languilh at firft, and muft afterwards fall i 
 But behind it the fruit its fucceffor fhall rife 
 By nature difrob'd of its beauteous difguife. 
 So, Celia, when youth, that gay bloflbm is o'er, 
 By her virtues irnprov'd fhall engage me the more $ 
 Shall recall ev'ry beauty that brighten' d her prime, 
 When her merit is ripen' d by love and by time. 
 
 A 4 Voc. Webbe, jun. 
 
 CWEET flream, that winds thro' yonder glade, 
 
 Apt emblem of a virtuous maid} 
 Silent and pure fhe glides along, 
 Far from the world's gay bufy throngs 
 
 M z With 
 
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 With gentle yet prevailing force, 
 Intent upon her deftin'd courfe 5 
 Graces attend on all fhe does, 
 Blefling and bleft where e'er lhe goes. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
[ B 5 } 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 
 Page 
 
 Amidft the myrtles 
 
 % 
 
 A genYous friend (hip 
 
 ib. 
 
 As on a fu miner's day 
 
 ib. 
 
 As o'er the varied meads 
 
 3 
 
 Awake, .ZEolian lyre 
 
 4 
 
 Adieu to the village delights 
 
 ib. 
 
 As now the lhades of eve 
 
 5 
 
 Alone thro' unfrequented wilds 
 
 6 
 
 Are the white hours for ever fled ? 
 
 €o 
 
 As I was going to Derby, 
 
 6 7 
 
 Away, we've crowrfd the day 
 
 6 9 
 
 As pairing by a fhady grove 
 
 70 
 
 As I wove with wanton care 
 
 yz 
 
 Awake, fweetmufe 
 
 2z 
 
 Bleft pair of firens 
 
 6 
 
 Breathe foft ye winds 
 
 7 
 
 Beneath a green made 
 
 66 
 
 Come, all noble fouls 
 
 a 
 
 Confign'd to duft 
 
 7 
 
 Come, fhepherds, we'll follow the hearfe 
 
 8 
 
 Come, fhepherds, come away 
 
 9 
 
 Come, faireft nymph 
 
 ib. 
 
 Come live with me 
 
 10 
 
 t> 
 
 Come, 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Come* ye party jangling fwains it 
 
 Come, let us all a maying go 12. 
 
 Can'ft thou love, and lie alone ? 13 
 
 Could gold prolong my fleeting breath ib. 
 
 Cupid my pleafure 62 
 
 Cecilia more than all 64. 
 
 Chloe found Amyntas lying 73 
 
 ^Difcord, dire filler j$ 
 
 Bo not afk me, charming Phillis ib. 
 
 Daughter fweet of voice and air 1 5 
 
 Down in a valley x 5 
 
 Fair Phillis I faw fitting all alone 16 
 
 Fill the bowl with rofy wine ib. 
 
 Flora gave me faire ft flow'rs 1 7 
 
 Fair Sufan did her wife hode ib. 
 
 Fair, fweet, cruel jg 
 
 Fear no more the heat of the fun ib. 
 
 Fair Flora decks the flow'ry ground 19 
 
 From the fair Lavinian fhore ib. 
 
 Farewell to Lochaber ao 
 
 Flora now calleth forth each flow , c 2 1 
 
 From peace and focial joy ib. 
 
 From thy waves, ftormy Lannow 6z 
 
 Father of heroes 70 
 
 Glorious Apollo from on high 1 
 
 Great Bacchus, O aid us %i 
 
 Gayly I liv'd 22 
 
 Gently touch the warbling lyre ib. 
 
 GalVring violets ib. 
 
 Go, 
 
INDEX, 
 
 Go, tuneful bird 23 
 
 Go, Damon, go ib. 
 
 Gentle air, thcu breath of lovers 24. 
 
 Go, idle boy ib. 
 
 Great Apollo ftrike the lyre 7 9 
 
 Goddefs of the cheerful fmile So 
 
 How merrily we live 25 
 
 Hum to peace ib. 
 
 How ileep the brave? ib. 
 
 Here in cool grot 26 
 
 Howfweet! howfrefiit 27 
 
 Hark ! the lark at heav'n's 26 
 
 Hark ! the hollow woods 27 
 
 Hail, happy meeting 28 
 
 Hence all ye vain delights ib* 
 
 How mould we mortals 60 
 
 Haili happy Albion 71 
 
 Jolly Bacchus, hear my^pray*r 29 
 
 In the merry month of May 30 
 
 In paper cafe 3 1 
 
 I have been young ib. 
 
 It was a lover 59 
 
 In the hall I lay in raght $5 
 
 In April when Primrofes 67 
 
 In a vale closed with woodland 75 
 
 1*11 enjoy the prefent time 80 
 
 If love and all the world 11 
 
 I've often heard her foy 17 
 
 Lady 
 
INDEX 
 
 Lady, when I behold 
 
 Let us, my Lelbia 
 
 Live to day, enjoy each bleiling 
 
 Long may live my lovely Hetty 
 
 Lovely feems the moon's fair luftre 
 
 Melting airs foft joys infplre 
 
 Make hafte to meet the gen'rous wine 
 
 Mr. Speaker ! tho' 'tis late 
 
 Mr. ■ — -, will you do us the favour 
 
 Now the bright morning liar 
 
 Now I'm prepared 
 
 Now is the month of maying 
 
 Non fide al mar 
 
 No riches from his fcanty (tore 
 
 Nor blazing gems 
 
 O'er William's tomb 
 
 Of all the brave birds 
 
 Often in Laura's breaft 
 
 O thou, fweet bird 
 
 O ! thou, where'er thie bones 
 
 O come O bella 
 
 O voi che fofpirate 
 
 O miflrefs mine 
 
 On a day, alack ! the day 
 
 O what can equal liere below 
 
 Pretty warbler 
 
 Prithee, friend, fill 
 
 Peace to the fouls of the heroes 
 
 17 
 
 3* 
 ib. 
 76 
 7S 
 
 3* 
 33 
 68 
 
 7 S 
 
 33 
 
 34 
 ib. 
 
 59 
 63 
 
 76 
 
 34 
 
 3S 
 ib. 
 36 
 ib. 
 56 
 
 59 
 66 
 
 74 
 77 
 
 37 
 
 ib. 
 
 57 
 Queen 
 
JNDEX. 
 
 *Queen of the iilver bow 69 
 
 Return, bleft days 38 
 
 Rife my joy ib. 
 
 Round the haplefs Andre's urn ib. 
 
 Rofy flngerM goddefs 6 1 
 
 Return, return, my lovely maid 39 
 
 Sifter of Phoebus ib. 
 
 Sweet mufe 40 
 
 Sigh no more, ladies ib. 
 
 Swiftly from the mountain's brow 41 
 
 Sweet thrum 61 
 
 Stay, lovely Laura 72, 
 
 See ! with ivy chaplets 7 3 
 
 Since harmony deigns 74 
 
 Surly Giles's old cat 8 1 
 
 See, fmiling from the rofy eaft ib. 
 
 Sweet fiream S 3 
 
 The filver fwan who living 41 
 
 The nightingale, the organ of delight 4a 
 
 To me the wanton girls ib. 
 
 The mighty conqueror ib. 
 
 The girl that I love 43 
 
 Thy breath as fragrant ib. 
 
 The fairefi flow'rs ib. 
 
 Thyrfis when he left me 56 
 
 Thou bleffing fent us 57 
 
 Triumphant love 5S 
 
 The nightingale who tunes ib* 
 
 To the old, long life 71 
 
 Thou to whofe eyes I bend 74 
 
 .N Thou 
 
INDEX, 
 
 Thou who alone doft 7S 
 
 Turn, Amarillis a .5 
 
 The bloiTom fo plea ling S3 
 
 Underneath this myrtle fhad'e 44. 
 
 When gay Bacchus 
 
 IB. 
 
 When all alone 
 
 45 
 
 While fools their time 
 
 ib-._ 
 
 When nature fornfd 
 
 47 
 
 When Sappho twnVi 
 
 ib. 
 
 When Arthur fir ft 
 
 lb. 
 
 Welcome fweet pleafure 
 
 47 
 
 When for the world's repofe 
 
 43 
 
 Whither away fo fail ? 
 
 ib. 
 
 We be foldiers three 
 
 49 
 
 When Britain on her fea-girt more 
 
 ib. 
 
 Where, haplefs 11 ion ? 
 
 5° 
 
 What mail he have that kilPd 
 
 51 
 
 Within an arbour 
 
 ib. 
 
 We be three poor mariners 
 
 5* 
 
 Will you hear how once repining ? 
 
 53 
 
 When winds breathe foft 
 
 54 
 
 What Anacreon lov'd 
 
 ib. 
 
 What beauties does Flora 
 
 64. 
 
 While the moon -beams 
 
 17 
 
 Who comes fo dark ? 
 
 2t 
 
 What may arrive 
 
 Si 
 
 When pearly dew 
 
 S3 
 
 Y<m 
 
INDEX. 
 
 
 You gave me your heart 
 
 5® 
 
 You afk me, dear Jack 
 
 SS 
 
 Ye fpotted fnakes 
 
 5* 
 
 You, Gentlemen of England 
 
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