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第6页
... heart . Chorus ...... from " Acis and Galatea . " . The Vocal Parts by the Chapel Choir . Mendelssohn . .... Handel . The Instrumental Accompaniments as in the Overture . Piano Forte - A . D. CAPEL , G. F. COBB . Happy ! happy ! happy ...
... heart . Chorus ...... from " Acis and Galatea . " . The Vocal Parts by the Chapel Choir . Mendelssohn . .... Handel . The Instrumental Accompaniments as in the Overture . Piano Forte - A . D. CAPEL , G. F. COBB . Happy ! happy ! happy ...
第7页
... drest , Where all the charms of leisure , So oft have calmed my breast . When far from ye I wander , Lost in the worldly train , My heart will fondly ponder , And sigh for ye again ! Solo , ..... In shady glens reclining , I trace.
... drest , Where all the charms of leisure , So oft have calmed my breast . When far from ye I wander , Lost in the worldly train , My heart will fondly ponder , And sigh for ye again ! Solo , ..... In shady glens reclining , I trace.
第9页
... heart , ..... Knight . As thy fast fading shores from my vision depart . Oh ! poesy's home is thy light colonades , Where the winds gently sigh as the sweet twilight fades- I have known many homes , but the dwelling for me , Is ...
... heart , ..... Knight . As thy fast fading shores from my vision depart . Oh ! poesy's home is thy light colonades , Where the winds gently sigh as the sweet twilight fades- I have known many homes , but the dwelling for me , Is ...
第7页
... heart beguileth , ..Morley . Fa , la , la . Smile less dear love , therefore , And you shall love me more , Fa , la , la . When she her sweet eye turneth , O how my heart it burneth , Fa , la , la . Dear love , call in their light , Or ...
... heart beguileth , ..Morley . Fa , la , la . Smile less dear love , therefore , And you shall love me more , Fa , la , la . When she her sweet eye turneth , O how my heart it burneth , Fa , la , la . Dear love , call in their light , Or ...
第9页
... heart , Should in the world be found . To worth I would give honour , I'd dry the mourner's tears , And to the pallid lip recall The smile of happier years . And hearts that had been long estrang'd , And friends that had grown cold ...
... heart , Should in the world be found . To worth I would give honour , I'd dry the mourner's tears , And to the pallid lip recall The smile of happier years . And hearts that had been long estrang'd , And friends that had grown cold ...
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3rd voice A-ha A. H. GLENNIE Acis and Galatea Advenit omnium Meta Appropinquat ecce Beautiful Venice bestir ye bright C. H. BONNEY C. S. MEDLEY C. W. SCOTT C. W. TAYLER Chapel Choir Chorus College Musical Society commence at Seven Dulce Domum resonemus Dulce melos F. B. DE CHAIR felix Hora gaudiorum fer caballos fessa Flute-REV following verses G. F. COBB G. H. CLAY gale Gaudia nostra moratur Glee grave tædium Advenit Guillaume Tell H. D. NIHILL H. H. HELE hark heart Hurrah J. J. PULLEINE J. Y. MORRELL Jam datur otium La Gazza Ladra Limen amabile Madrigal Malvoisie Marlborough College Musical Masaniello Mendelssohn MESHAM Meta petita laborum Mitte negotium night Nobile Canticum nunc eamus o'er omnium Meta petita otium Overture quid silemus Rossini Royal Wilts Yeomanry ROYAL WILTSHIRE YEOMANRY sing Sodales Song STATHAM sweet thou Violoncello-MR Vocal Quartett waves WHITEHEAD SMITH Wilts Yeomanry Cavalry
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第7页 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
第11页 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
第6页 - His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door...
第12页 - When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main ; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : " Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves!
第5页 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
第6页 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
第5页 - I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee: Or did Misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'. " Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desert were a paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there : Or were I monarch o' the globe, Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
第5页 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
第6页 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a thrashing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the Church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice.
第2页 - Come, if you dare, our trumpets sound; Come, if you dare, the foes rebound: We come, we come, we come, we come, Says the double, double, double beat of the thundering drum.