Farewell each anxious boding, Farewell, ye anxious hours. STORACE. HOARE. WITH LOWLY SUIT, ETC. -DALE, LONDON. Sung by Madame Storace. WITH lowly suit and plaintive ditty, My friends are gone, my heart is beating, Relieve my woes, my wants distressing, Here's tales of love, and maids forsaken; 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, SHIELD. MOORE. OH! LADY FAIR!-GLEE. PRESTON, LONDON. Sung at the Public Concerts. OH, lady fair! where art thou roaming? 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; Good stranger, when my beads I'm telling, 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, 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, STORACE. ANON. THO' PLEASURE swells, ETC. -DALE, LONDON. Sung by Mr Braham. THO' pleasure swells the jovial cry, WHY WITH SIGHS; OR, SE TI PERDO. ANON. HIME, LIVERPOOL.. GUGLIELMI. Sung by Mrs Billington. WHY with sighs my heart is swelling, Ask me not; 'tis past the telling; Who, to winds and waves a stranger, In each billow fancies danger, 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! He seeks another! So wav'ring his inconstant mind, To seek another! Lie still, my heart, no longer grieve, M. P. KING. Who taught you these sad sighs to heave, To seek another ! CUNNINGHAM. THE ROSE. -HIME, LIVERPOOL. Sung by Miss Tennant. YES, ev'ry flow'r that blows I pass'd unheeded by, Had fix'd my wand'ring eye. STEVENSON, |