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adapted by Oliphant Æolian lyre ALDERSGATE STREET Amidst the Myrtles art thou art thou cast Awake beautiful behold bells blest blow Bond Street breast Callcott chanting charms dance Dear delight ditty dost Dowland dwell eyes Fa-la-la-la-la fain would warn Felice Anerio Flora now calleth Gibbons Giovanni Croce Glees groves Hail harmony hath heart Heigho Highland laddie hill holly Holy jocund John Wilbye join the roundelay Ladies lips lonely Lord Mornington Luca Marenzio Madrigals magnify Melodious Mendelssohn merrily sound merrily we live merry Methinks morn mourn never nigh o'er Orlando Orlando Gibbons Paleftrina Patter peace pearls of snowy Philomel R. J. Stevens Samuel Webbe say what nymph shepherd swains sigh Silver Swan sleep smiling snatch me swift snowy whiteness song soul spring sweet love sweet Rose thee Thomas Morley Thou art Thou hast thy love tuneful unto weep Where'er my Cynthia wings ye winds
Página 69 - O send out thy light and thy truth, that they may lead me : and bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy dwelling.
Página 88 - Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Página 62 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Página 85 - How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! W.
Página 81 - My soul thirsteth for Thee, my flesh also longeth after Thee : in a barren and dry land where no water is.
Página 127 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go. And be you blithe and bonny ; ' Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Página 57 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Página 57 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep : they do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Página 54 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.