ACT II. CONCERTO, Violoncello. Mr. REINAGLE. DUETT. Miss BOLTON and Mr. ELLIOTT. Haste, my Nannette, my lovely maid, And strew'd the couch with many a flower. For with her swain my love shall stay, Travers. OVERTURE to Lodoiska. Kreutzer. GLEE. Miss BOLTON, Master CARTER, and Messrs. HALDON and ELLIOTT. Lord Mornington. Here, in cool grot and mossy cell, We rural fays and fairies dwell; Tho' rarely seen by mortal eye, SONG. Mr. ELLIOTT. There the silver'd waters roam, And wanton o'er th' unsteady sand, The tow'ring cliff that guards the land. Or on a rocky turret sits, Th' exulting dæmon of the storm. There, as village legends tell, Many a shipwreck'd seaman's ghost Listens to the distant knell, When midnight glooms the fatal coast. Storace. SCENA. Miss BOLTON. Deep in this vault of everlasting gloom Bishop. The frowning emblem of the shadowy tomb, And still to weep beside her lover's urn 'Mid cold and gloom the bosom fires will burn, Then, guardian saints, O speed the closing hour, When black despair shall lose his penal pow'r; When heaven's glad trump shall sound my march on high, And hail my spirit in her native sky. CHORUS. Handel, For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace. While o'er thy cheek, desponding maid, The tear of sorrow hangs so pale; Why mov'st thou towards the mournful shade? Thy lover, at the wonted hour, Chides not thy stay with tender haste; His gentle form in yonder bower Is now to earth's cold pillow prest: Pale as the flower, whose snowy bell With tender songs to soothe his shade, And friendship shed her warmest tear: And meek compassion's tender throne. SIMPHONY. Bach. GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL. Swiftly from the mountain's brow, Sweet, O sweet, the warbling throng, Echoes to the rising day. 3th CONCERTO. Webbe. Corelli. |