I have a silent sorrow here, A grief I'll ne'er impart ; It breathes no sigh, it sheds no tear, This cherish'd woe, this lov'd despair, My lot for ever be; So, my soul's lord, the pangs I bear Be never known by thee. And when pale characters of death Shall mark this alter'd cheek; When my poor wasted trembling breath I shall not raise my eyes to heav'n, My soul despairs to be forgiv'n, GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and Mr. LIDDELL. When Sappho tun'd the raptur'd strain But when she tun'd the vocal lay The captive soul was charm'd away. Danby, Celebrated CONCERTANTE. SONG. Master TIDMAN. Pleyel. Handel. But thou didst not leave his soul in hell; neither didst thou suffer thy Holy One to see corruption. CONCERTO, 10.h, Corelli. Geminiani. SIMPHONY. ACT II. SONG. Miss HAINES. Haydn. Rauzzini. Silent I tread this lonely wood, Yon mossy bank oftimes recalls The image of the blooming youth; She sunk to everlasting light. CONCERTO. Riccioti. GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and Mr. LIDDELL. Yes, Fortune, I have sought thee long, Through half Old England woo'd thee; Now, Fortune, thou would'st fain be kind, For Cynthia's hand alone I toil'd, Unbrib'd by wealth, the nymph has smil'd, Webbe. FINALE. Kozeluch. The obsequies denote him brave, An ever-living laurel round his sacred tomb. |