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The following account of the word Madrigal, has been suggested to the Editor :-"An original song of rejoicing in honour of the virgin mother, from madra, mother; and galdere or madrigaldere, a rejoicing hymn to the holy mother."

Some pains have been taken to discover the author of the words of that beautiful glee, beginning "When winds breathe soft along the silent deep," but with no other effect than the following information, which the Editor had from Mr. Webbe himself:-He had sent his servant to the chandler's shop, who returned with a printed sheet of paper enveloping the article bought. The beauty of the poetry induced him to set the words to music. The ideas are undoubtedly borrowed from sacred history.

* Bailey.

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THE Editor begs Leave to inform those Gentlemen who have favoured him with their Names to this Work, that he is preparing a Second Volume of Poetry, principally written and set to Music in the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. Those Gentlemen who may wish to become Subscribers will please to honour him with their Names.

INDEX.

A.

PAGE

GOD

OD save the King..

Rule Britannia

Non nobis, Domine ...

Glorious Apollo from on high beheld us

A gen'rous friendship no cold medium knows...

As on a summer's day......

As o'er the varied meads I stray.

Awake, Eolian lyre, awake...

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xvii

1

2

ib.

3

4

ib.

As now the shades of eve embrown..

5

Are the white hours for ever fled...

As I was going to Derby .....

Ah, why this boding start, this sudden pain.
Ah! how, Sophia, can you leave.....
Arise! ye winds! from your deep caves..
All my sense thy greatness gain'd....
Adieu, ye jovial youths! who join...
Ask me, "why I send you here.....
Away! let nought to love displeasing
Awake, sweet muse! the breathing spring

Alone thro' unfrequented wilds.....
Away! away! we've crown'd the day..

ib.

6

7

ib.

8

9

10

ib.

11

ib.

12

ib.

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Ask't thou, how long my love shall stay...

ib.

Think'st thou, my Damon, I'd forego..........

ib.

Awake! sweet love! thou art return'd....

....

As I saw fair Chlora walk alone..
Adieu! sweet Amarillis....

Ah grazie si rendono al sommo fattor..
Amidst the myrtles as I walk ....
Awake, sweet love! thou art return'd..
A blooming youth lies buried here...
Ah, me! my wonted joys forsake me..
Alas, poor fly! thy race is run
Apollo high! our souls inspire..
Again the balmy zephyr blows..
Aldiboronti Phoscophornio

As it fell, upon a day.....

....

Around the festive board we social join...
Adieu, ye streams! that smoothly flow
Albion, thy sea-encircled isle.

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15

ib.

16

ib.

17

ib.

18

ib.

ib.

19

ib.

20

ib.

21

ib.

22

ib.

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Awake, fair maid! the sylvan lyre.....
Away, away! thou shalt not love me
All my strength, alas! is gone...
As fair as morn, as fresh as May

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Blow, blow, Boreas! blow: and let the surly winds..

Blest pair of sirens, pledges of heav'n's joy.....

25

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Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waters! gently flow......

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Buz, quoth the blue fly; hum, quoth the bee....
By the pricking of my thumbs.....

Beauty, sweet love! is like the morning dew.....

Blest is the fairy hour, the twilight shade.

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31

ib.

32

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Bring me flowers! and bring me wine....

By mason's art the aspiring dome...

Beneath a church-yard yew

Bacchus, Jove's delightful boy

Beneath a weight of hapless love...

Bacchus, would'st thou deign to hear me

Bacchus, sprightly god of wine....

Bronte, Piragmo e Sterope...

Bacchus, to arms! the enemy's at hand

C.

ib.

ib.

33

ib.

34

35

ib.

36

ib.

37.

ib,

38

39

ib.

40

Come, come, all noble souls! who skill'd in music's art ib.

Consign'd to dust, beneath this stone

Come, shepherds! come away without delay

Come, shepherds, we'll follow the hearse..
Come, fairest nymph! resume thy reign.
Come, honest friends, and jovial boys.
Cupid, my pleasure! soft love I thee implore.....

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Concord is conquer'd! in this urn there lies.
Come, live with me, and be my love.....
If love and all the world were young.
Come buy my cherries, beauteous lasses...
Could gold prolong my fleeting breath.
Come, fill the board with gen'rous wine

47

48

ib.

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