Lyric Poetry of Glees, Madrigals, Catches, Rounds, Canons, and Duets: As Performed in the Noblemen and Gentlemen's Catch Club, the Glee Club, the Melodists Club, the Adelphi Glee Club, and All Vocal Societies of the United KingdomR. and J. E. Taylor, 1840 - 624 Seiten |
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... Voices . - WILLIAM ROCK . ( 2 Sopranos , Alto , 2 Tenors , Bass . ) ALONE , through unfrequented wilds With pensive steps I rove , I ask the rocks , I ask the streams , Where dwells my absent love . The silent eve , the rosy morn , My ...
... Voices . - WILLIAM ROCK . ( 2 Sopranos , Alto , 2 Tenors , Bass . ) ALONE , through unfrequented wilds With pensive steps I rove , I ask the rocks , I ask the streams , Where dwells my absent love . The silent eve , the rosy morn , My ...
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... Voices . - JENNER . ANCIENT Phillis has new graces — ' Tis a strange thing , but a true one- Shall I tell you how ? She herself makes her own faces , And each morn she wears a new one . Pray where's the wonder now ? Wheatston's ...
... Voices . - JENNER . ANCIENT Phillis has new graces — ' Tis a strange thing , but a true one- Shall I tell you how ? She herself makes her own faces , And each morn she wears a new one . Pray where's the wonder now ? Wheatston's ...
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... Voices . - T . MORLEY , 1588 . ( Novello . ) ( Soprano , Alto , Tenor , Bass . ) APRIL is in my mistress ' face , And July in her eyes hath place ; Within her bosom is September , But in her heart a cold December . EPITAPH , for 5 Voices ...
... Voices . - T . MORLEY , 1588 . ( Novello . ) ( Soprano , Alto , Tenor , Bass . ) APRIL is in my mistress ' face , And July in her eyes hath place ; Within her bosom is September , But in her heart a cold December . EPITAPH , for 5 Voices ...
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... Voices . - JAMES HOOK . ( Alto , 2 Tenors , Bass . ) ARISE , my fair one , and receive All the pleasures love can give : Hark ! the birds on every thorn Sweetly usher in the morn . Warren's Collection , No. 20 . ( Hawes . ) GLEE , for 3 ...
... Voices . - JAMES HOOK . ( Alto , 2 Tenors , Bass . ) ARISE , my fair one , and receive All the pleasures love can give : Hark ! the birds on every thorn Sweetly usher in the morn . Warren's Collection , No. 20 . ( Hawes . ) GLEE , for 3 ...
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... Voices . - J . DANBY . ( 2 Altos , 2 Tenors , Bass . ) AWAKE , my muse , awake , my lyre , In Delia's praise ; and may the lay , Glowing with pure poetic fire , Flow copious , elegant , and gay . Her virtues and her charms proclaim Her ...
... Voices . - J . DANBY . ( 2 Altos , 2 Tenors , Bass . ) AWAKE , my muse , awake , my lyre , In Delia's praise ; and may the lay , Glowing with pure poetic fire , Flow copious , elegant , and gay . Her virtues and her charms proclaim Her ...
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Alto Anacreon Bacchus beauty Beefsteak Club beneath Bishop's Collection blest bliss bosom bower boys breath bright Callcott CANZONET CATCH Catch-book Chappell charms cheerful Cooke Cramer Cramer and Co D'Almaine D'Almaine and Co Danby dear delight doth drink eyes fair flowers gentle grief grove H. R. Bishop hail happy Hargreaves Hark haste Hawes heart heaven Horsley hour J. R. Planché Ladies lassie Linley Lonsdale lyre MADRIGAL maid MARENZIO merry Mills mirth Morley morn Muse ne'er night Novello numbers nymph o'er Parry peace pleasure rose round shade sigh sing sleep smiles soft song Sopranos and Bass sorrow soul sound spring sweet T. F. Walmisley tears tell Tenors and Bass thee thine thou voice Voices.-Dr Voices.-H. R. BISHOP Voices.-JOHN Voices.-S Voices.-T. F. WALMISLEY Warren's Collection Warren's Vocal Harmony Webbe Webbe's Collection weep wind wine wing Words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 67 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Seite 205 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Seite 36 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Seite 569 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
Seite 288 - Now the bright morning star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Seite 22 - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
Seite 342 - But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Seite 341 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Seite 187 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Seite 590 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.