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Farewell each anxious boding,
Farewell ye pangs so goading:
Possessing thee, my treasure,
I scorn one moment's leisure,
To claim of thee, fond love.

Farewell, ye anxious hours.

STORACE.

HOARE.

WITH LOWLY SUIT, ETC.

-DALE, LONDON.

Sung by Madame Storace.

WITH lowly suit and plaintive ditty,
I call the tender mind to pity;

My friends are gone, my heart is beating,
And chilling poverty's my lot;
From passing strangers aid intreating,
I wander thus alone, forgot.

Relieve my woes, my wants distressing,
And Heav'n reward you with its blessing.

Here's tales of love, and maids forsaken;
Of battles fought, and captives taken;
The jovial tar so boldly sailing,

Or cast upon some desart shore; The hapless bride his loss bewailing, And fearing ne'er to see him more. Relieve my woes, &c.

WHILE WITH VILLAGE MAIDS, ETC.

MRS BROOKS.

PRESTON, LONDON.

Sung by Mrs Billington.

WHILE with village maids I stray,

Sweetly wears the joyous day,

Chearful glows my artless breast,
Mild Content the constant guest.

SHIELD.

MOORE.

OH! LADY FAIR!-GLEE.

PRESTON, LONDON.

Sung at the Public Concerts.

OH, lady fair! where art thou roaming?
The sun is sunk, the night is coming.
Stranger, I go o'er moor and mountain,
To tell my beads at Agnes' fountain.

MOORE,

And who is the man with his white locks flowing? Oh, lady fair! where is he going?

A wand'ring pilgrim, weak, I falter,

To tell my beads at Agnes' altar.

Chill falls the rain-night-winds are blowing;

Dreary and dark's the way you're going.

Fair lady, rest, till morning blushes;
I'll strew for thee a bed of rushes.
Oh, stranger, when my beads I'm counting,
I'll bless thy name at Agnes' fountain.
Thou, pilgrim, turn, and rest thy sorrow;
Thou'lt go to Agnes' shrine to-morrow.

Good stranger, when my beads I'm telling,
My saint shall bless thy leafy dwelling.
Strew, then, oh strew, our beds of rushes;
Here you shall rest till morning blushes.

SHIELD.

DUDLEY.

THE STREAMLET.

-PRESTON, LONDON.

Sung by Mr Incledon.

THE streamlet that flow'd round her cot,

All the charms of my Emily knew;

How oft has its course been forgot,
While I paus'd her dear image to woo!

Believe me, the fond silver tide

Knew from whence it deriv'd the fair prize; For, silently swelling with pride,

It reflected her back to the skies.

ANONYMOUS.

SESTINI'S RONDO.

-DALE, LONDON.

Sung by Sestini.

TELL me, tell me, charming creature,

Will you never ease my pain?

Must I die for ev'ry feature?

Must I always sue in vain ?

Tears and sighing could not move you,

For a lover ought to dare;

GIORDANI.

When I plainly told I lov❜d you,
Then you said I went too far.

STORACE.

ANON.

THO' PLEASURE swells, ETC.

-DALE, LONDON.

Sung by Mr Braham.

THO' pleasure swells the jovial cry,
Amid the chace resounding;
While light with airy steps we fly,
O'er hill and valley bounding:
Pleas'd, I forego delights so sweet,
A parent's dearer smiles to meet.
Tho' pleasure, &c.

WHY WITH SIGHS; OR, SE TI PERDO.

ANON.

HIME, LIVERPOOL..

GUGLIELMI.

Sung by Mrs Billington.

WHY with sighs my heart is swelling,
Why with tears my eyes o'erflow,

Ask me not; 'tis past the telling;
Mute involuntary woe.

Who, to winds and waves a stranger,
Vent'rous, tempts the raging seas,

In each billow fancies danger,
Shrinks at every rising breeze.

ALLINGHAM.

E SEEKS ANOTHER.

GOULDING, LONDON.

Sung by Miss De Camp.

FAR, far from me my lover flies

A faithless lover he!

In vain my tears, in vain my sighs!
No longer true to me,

He seeks another!

So wav'ring his inconstant mind,
That, one fond moment past,
She shall, like me, with sorrow find
He'll fly from her as fast,

To seek another!

Lie still, my heart, no longer grieve,
No pangs to him betray,

M. P. KING.

Who taught you these sad sighs to heave,
Then laughing went away

To seek another !

CUNNINGHAM.

THE ROSE.

-HIME, LIVERPOOL.

Sung by Miss Tennant.

YES, ev'ry flow'r that blows

I pass'd unheeded by,
Till this enchanting rose

Had fix'd my wand'ring eye.

STEVENSON,

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