Brontes, Pyracmon and Steropes have made of my heart an anvil, and are beating the thunder bolt of great Jove upon it.-Folus blows the bellows, Pluto stirs the fire, the furies temper the bolt, and the fates hand it to Jove.

GLEE for Four Voices.

S. WEBBE.

BACCHUS, to arms! the enemy's at hand!
Laura appears! stand to your glasses, stand!
The god of love, the god of wine defies,
Behold him, in full march, in Laura's eyes.

Bacchus, to arms! and, to resist the dart,
Each with a faithful brimmer guard his heart ;
Fly! Bacchus, fly! there's treason in the cup,
For love comes pouring in, with ev'ry drop.

I feel him in my heart, my blood, my brain;
Fly! Bacchus, fly! resistance is in vain ;
Or, craving quarter, fill a friendly bowl,
To Laura's health, and give up all thy soul.

GLEE for Three Voices.

Dr. ROGERS, 1673.

COME, come, all noble souls! who skill'd in music's art,
Do join in this society to bear a part;

For in this pleasant grove we'll sit, we'll drink, and sing,
And imitate those cheerful birds now in the spring;
The muses nine shall know, and all most plainly see,
Our off'ring at their shrine is love and harmony.

GLEE for Three Voices.

CONSIGN'D to dust, beneath this stone,
In manhood's prime, is Damon laid;
Joyless he liv'd, but dy'd unknown,
In bleak misfortune's barren shade.

Lov'd by the muse, but lov'd in vain,
"Twas beauty drew his ruin on,
He saw young Daphne on the plain,
He lov'd, believ'd, and was undone !

Beneath this stone the youth is laid,
O! greet his ashes with a tear!

BATTISHILL.

May heav'n, with blessings, crown his shade,
And grant that peace he wanted here!

Pearch's Collection.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Lord MORNINGTON.

COME, shepherds! come away without delay,

While the gentle time doth stay;

Green woods are dumb, and will never tell to any,

Those sweet kisses, and those many

Fond embraces which were giv'n;

Dainty pleasures that could even
In coldest age raise a fire,

And give virgins soft desire;

Come, shepherds! come away without delay,

While the gentle time doth stay.

Beaumont and Fletcher.

GLEE for Four Voices.

ON SHENSTONE.

COME, shepherds, we'll follow the hearse,

We'll see our lov'd Corydon laid; Though sorrow may blemish the verse, Yet let the soft tribute be paid.

They call'd him the pride of the plain,
In sooth he was gentle and kind ;
He mark'd in his elegant strain,
The graces that glow'd in his mind.

No verdure shall cover the vale,
No bloom on the blossoms appear;

The trees of the forest shall fail,
And winter discolour the year.

No birds in our hedges shall sing,
Our hedges so vocal before;

Since he that should welcome the spring,

Can hail the gay season no more.

Dr. ARNE.

Cunningham.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Lord MORNINGTON.

COME, fairest nymph! resume thy reign,

Bring all the graces in thy train;
With balmy breath and flow'ry head,
Rise from thy soft ambrosial bed;
Where, in Elysian slumber bound,
Embow'ring myrtles veil thee round;
Awake, in all thy glories drest,
Recall the zephyr from the west,
Restore the sun, revive the skies,
At Nature's call, and mine, arise!
Great Nature's self upbraids thy stay,
And misses her accustom'd May.
See, all her works demand thy aid,
The labours of Pomona fade;
A plaint is heard from ev'ry tree,
Each budding flow'ret waits for thee.
Come then, with pleasure at thy side,
Diffuse thy vernal spirit wide;
Create, where'er thou turn'st thine eye,
Peace, plenty, love, and harmony.