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On consulting the most remote history, not only of European nations but those of the wildest regions, under the frigid and the torrid zones, we shall uniformly find, that the vocal chant has at all periods and every where predominated. Religious ceremonies have been accompanied by solemn strains of melody,- the songs of war and of victory are proverbial, and the funereal dirge is sung as the final tribute of devotional love and respect for the manes of a departed spirit. Such we conceive to have been the origin of all Song, which, in remote ages, does not appear to have extended beyond the celebration of such solemn rites. In process of time the epithalamium was performed at nuptial ceremonies, from whence, in all probability, originated the sprightlier amatory and Bacchanalian strains.
As early as the reign of the heroic Alfred, history affords incontestible proof that the harp was the favoured instrument among the Britons, and in various manuscript Saxon records, still preserved, the rude illuminations introduced as embellishments, represent persons performing on that and other minor instruments. With respect to the stile of composition used during those dark ages, nothing for a certainty nas been handed down; and it is only from the period of the Norman conquest thạt we are enabled to trace any thing of that nature that can be relied upon. William the Conqueror was certainly accompanied in his expedition by many Trouverres, Chanterres, Jongleurs, Troubadours, or Minstrels, originally of Provence, who played a species of wild music, accompanied by extempore verse, in the stile of the Italian Improvvisatori. In Percy's Relics of Ancient English Poetry is a specimen of the versification of Richard Caur de Lion; and Blondiaux, or Blondel, the Provençal bard, who was the
intimate and associate of that belligerent monarch, composed a legendary air still preserved, and introduced in the interesting theatrical aiter-piece on the subject of that prince, which is no mediocre proof of the feeling and pathos that characterized the productions of the period in question. The national ballad of Chevy Chase is well known to every lover of harmony, and a more beautiful strain, accompanied by many touches of pure pathetic versification, is not to be found in the vocal annals of any country.
We have deemed it requisite to offer the foregoing cursory remarks on the origin of English Song, in order to prove that all the subsequent efforts at composition are indebted for their existence to vocal harmony.
In regard to the present publication, which is intended to chronicle songs from the earliest period to the present day, if we may be permitted to judge from the pulse of public approbation, the UNIVERSAL SONGSTER has incontestibly established its reputation; which derives no small portion of popularity from the combined humourous illustrations of Messrs. George and Robert Cruikshank, displayed in the pictorial embellishments that accompany our numbers, which sketches are faithfully and exquisitely engraved by Mr. J. R. Marshall.
In the progress of this periodical work the same indefatigable industry will uniformly be exemplified, which we feel no small degree of pride in stating has insured us, independent of the labours of those now no more, the assistance of the best composers of songs at present living. To those we beg to offer our sincere acknowledgements, without particularizing names, which we should be happy to insert, were it not from a fear of giving offence to many poetical geniuses less known, who might conceive themselves entitled to similar notice.
With every sentiment of respect,
We beg to subscribe ourselves,
The devoted servants of the Public,
INDEX TO VOL. I.
91 As it fell upon a day
69 182 A nosegay lacking flowers fresh
Dear husband, take najealous flights..
252 All that glitters is not gold
253 At the spring birds do sing
Dear Chloe, come, give me sweet kisses Ah! pleasant land of France, farewell
Down by the river there grows a green willow. 447
968 Blow, blow, thou wintry wind .........
Ere bright Rosina met my eyes .......
976 17 Back and syde go bare, go bare..................
46 Crabbed age and youth
Fare thee well, and if for ever.. 15
52 Come hither, shepherd swain....
Forget thee in the banquet-halls 162
107 Close thine eyes, and sleep secure..
Fly swift, ye zephyrs
144 Come, shepherd swains, that wont to hear me sing. 250
From flowers which we twine for the teinple of Love Cynthia, thy song and chanting.....
181 Drink to me only with thine eyes
Fare thee well, 'tis meet we part. 84
293 Fill all the glasses, fill them high
938 Good night? good rest! ah, neither be my share....
Fairest maiden, ope thine eyes 189
210 Hark, the lark at heaven's gate singe
Forget me not, forget me not.... 76
23) If all the world and Love were young..
312) If doughty deeds my layde please
438 It was a lordling's daughter, the fairest one of three 219
Give me, my love, before we part ...
124 Love in my bosom, like a bee
158 Love, love, nothing but love, still more.
261 My dear mistress has a heart......
Go, brightest of the Howery race... 166
424 Mary's red, and Mary's white .....
Her cheek for ever smiling 266
4 Now Phoebus sinketh in the west.
122 No wretched captive of his prison speaks
137 Sigh no more, ladies ! ladies, sigh no more...... 86
How vain the endeavour, what art can conceal 270 Still to be neat, still to be dressed
He was a chief of low degree
291 The ousel cock so black of hue
315 Tell me where is fancy bred....
Hard is the heart that never felt for woman in distress 340
83 The sky is glad that stars above
355 Under the greenwood tree....
Haste, roseate hour, that Fate ordains
249 Vulcan, contrive me such a cup
423 With thee fair summer's joys appear
I have a silent sorrow here
47 When daisies pied and violets blue
In our cottage that peeps from the skirts of the wood 65 When it is the time of night...
76 Who is Sylvia? What is she?
112 When Harold was invaded
I love and am loved by a maid
194 Who is it that this dark night?
212 Where the bee sucks there lurk I
225 Ye little birds that sit and sing
279 I have parks, I have grounds . .........
348 In yonder grove, at close of even
377 AMATORY. I'm fourteen summers old I trow
378 It chanced that Cupid on a season..
384 A fig for nonsensical speeches
In love, to be sure, what disasters we meet
395 A weary lot is thine, fair maid
In silence and sorrow A lawn of hope my soul revives
56 Julio told me when we parted At the Baron of Mowbray's gate was seen...
104 Adieu, my native land, adieu 68 Joy to Ventoso's halls
413 Alas! I'm quite out of my teens 220 Kiity's charming face and voice
110 Anxiety for thee, love
221 Love, little blind urchin, went strolling one day 29 A bridal wreath we twine for thee 252 Let not Sorrow dare to borrow
46 Away with your fictions of flimsy romance 257 Long have I loved
66 Ah, willow, willow, droop with me 263 Little Love is a mischievous boy
150 Ah, fond, foolish heart, beware
216 Awake, my love, the sun's bright ray 289 Love, thou dear deceiver..
209 As Beauty was rambling o'er Pleasure's ground... 334 Love roved one day to Beauty's bowers..
269 Ah, why delay, sweet maid: the darkening hour.. 338 Like the soft and silvery stream ........
279 A dove in terror flying 413 Love taught my soul to brook control
322 As'cross the fields the other morn 448 Loved girl, when thou from me art flown
335 Be mine, dear maid, this faithful heart 60 Lovers vainly try to banish.
352 By him we love offended... 145 Let poets sound the high-town praise
360 Before my eyes beheld him 239 Lady, wlien with glad surprise
406 Behold me, šung Hassan, the fearless and free 262 Mary, dear Mary, list, awake....
2 Beneath the earth, in her lonely caves.. 936 Mr. Goose was a man of greai riches and fame
19 Begone, your heart will fickle prove ........ ..... 430 My Nancy leaves the rural train....
25 Come, dearest, e'er the sun is set 11 Mary, I believed thee true...
51 Come, dearest charmer, bless my eyes 22 My gauntlet's down, my Hag unfurled
58 Come shining forth, my dearest 29 My mother bids me bind my hair
87 Can wealth or friends thy heart incline 193 Maid of Athens, ere we part
98 Could I tunc a Petrarch's lyre 153 My lodging is on the cold ground
104 Come, come, dearest Mary, your lover is near 167 My Nanny, though thou can'st not boast
144 Cupid, lovely charming boy ...
168 Come here, behold each female face....
175 Come, tell me, says Rosa, as kissing and kissed 249 My Fanny, I love thee when smiling
244 Come pray with me, my seraph love
293 My love is returned from his exile afar Clara, come tell me whai withers thy heart..
271 Com:, tbe moonbeams lightly dancing
349 My mind is my kingdom, but if thou wilt deign... 313
The rose and the lily their beauties combining...... 226
356 The moon shone bright when William said ...... 298
The lovely drum is heard around..
Thy cheek, my sweet fair
159 They made her a grave too cold and damp........ 422
178 When first a poor girl feels love's tender smart..
209 When I quitted the cot that stands alone on the
211 When absent from her whom my soul holds most
241 When first Love came to dwell on earth............ 62
306 When o'er the salt ocean pale Luna's beams play.. 185
Were I obliged to beg iny bread
323 Where is Ellen, rural beauty..
134 Were it not for these men, we should ne'er do amiss 220
When to lovely woman's power
233 Ye waving woods, oh! soothe my grief..
276 Young Colin is a gentle swain, beloved by all who
3 Ye fair married dames, who so often deplore .. 411
108 As long as our coast shall with whiteness appear. 429
A jolly fat friar loved liquor good store
Bacchus, assist us to sing thy great glory
176 Come, pass round the glass, and let joy fora tiine.. 9:45
199 Come, come, jolly boys, and your bumpers push
431 Wich the pleasures of drinking the table will ring.. 997
142 Wine, wine, good wine, good wine........ ....... 402
A woman is like to, but stay
171 A mail-coach adventure's the theme of my song.... 134
An obstinate man had a scold for his wife
As you've all called upon me to give you a song..... 179
39 An odd-fellow's a fellow of whim and of sport ... 215
58 A landlady of France she loved an officer 'iis said.... 225
243 A maiden of Manchester lived in a cellar low.. 279
365 A cobbler I am and no jobs I refuse ................ 302
34 A captain bold in Halifax that dwelt in country
As all travellers may
320 At the very best of houses, where the best of people
220 An assembly-ball, delight of all
263 Baron Donderdronkdickdorff said one summer's day 57
300 Believe me, if all the fly vans on the earth............ 173
300 By trade I am a turner, and Mug it is my name .... 382
360 Come, ladies and gents, I've a song ready made... 23
20 Come, listen, good friends, as I wish you to hear.. 29
23 Come, folks, come to my phrenologic lecturing.... 57
163 Come, none of your nonsense, I'm not to be had 312
278 Come, comē, walk in, here's the wonderful mena-
376 From tending a sty I'm now master's head man 94