Hark! the curfew's solemn sound, Who leaves with a sigh, his tale half told; Now whilst labour sleeps, and charmed sorrow, By the glow-worm's light Yet, where their midnight pranks have been The circled turf will betray, to-morrow. "To Anthea," and "Julia"......Hatton. Chorus......from "Acis and Galatea".... .. Handel. With orchestral accompaniments. Pianoforte-H. A. D. SEYMOUR. Galatea, dry thy tears; Acis now a God appears, W. R. WALKER. See how he rears him from his bed! |