ACT II. SIMPHONY. Haydn. SONG. Miss WALKER. Handel. Let me wander not unseen, By hedge-row elms on hillocks green; CONCERTO 10th. GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and Mr. LIDDELL. Lady, as the lily fair, Ah! whither dost thou stray? O'er the mountains, bleak and bare, A wild and dreary way. See the clouds the storm foretell A lonely man am I; Lady, shelter in this cell, Until the tempest fly. Corelli. King. Hermit, spare thy friendly care, Mountains, bleak and stormy air, Alas! my bosom knows no rest, And faded is my form; For Henry, thou thy Emma's breast Weeping wand'rer-dost thou then He thought thee faithless, these sad tears We never more will part. Lady, as the lily fair, Ah! now no longer stray O'er the mountains, bleak and bare, A wild and dreary way. See the clouds the storm foretell— Lady, shelter in my cell, OVERTURE and MARCH to Hercules. : In a cottag'd vale she dwells, List'ning to the sabbath bells; While all around her steps are seen B Carnaby. Love the source of pleasing fears, GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and 'Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL. Horsley. See the chariot at hand here of love, Wherein my lady rideth; Each that draws is a swan or a dove, As she goes all hearts do duty Unto her beauty; And enamour'd do wish (so they might But enjoy such a sight) That they still were to run by her side Thro' swords, thro' seas, whither she would ride. Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have pluckt it? Ha' you felt the wool o' the beaver, Or have tasted the bag o' the bee? Oh! so white, so soft, so sweet is she. |