| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Go false Damon, go your sighing is in vain |
5-7 |
3 |
| 'Twas when the seas were roaring |
8-9 |
5 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd |
10-11 |
7 |
| Ye gentle winds that softly blow |
12 |
5 |
| Tho' youth and beauty grace the fair |
13-15 |
6 |
| When Delia on the plains appears |
15-16 |
5 |
| Why Collin, must your Laura mourn |
16 |
3 |
| From the brook and the willow forsaking the plain |
17 |
3 |
| Why heaves my fond bosom, ah! what can it mean |
17-18 |
3 |
| O'er desart plains and rushy meers |
19-20 |
3 |
| Adieu! ye verdant lawns and bow'rs |
20-21 |
3 |
| Beneath a green grove, a lovely young swain |
21-22 |
4 |
| As passing by a shady grove |
23-24 |
3 |
| As bringing home, the oth'r day |
24 |
3 |
| O nightingale! best poet of the grove |
25-26 |
4 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain |
27-28 |
3 |
| Sweet Betsey now employs my pen [sic] |
28-29 |
5 |
| Adieu, ye groves, adieu ye plains! |
30-32 |
4 |
| Lovely nymph! O cease to grieve me |
32-33 |
3 |
| Lovely nymph now cease to languish |
33 |
4 |
| How imperfect is expression |
34-35 |
3 |
| When a youth commences love |
35-36 |
4 |
| Farewell ye greenfields and sweet groves |
37-38 |
3 |
| Ye fair possess'd of ev'ry charm |
39-40 |
3 |
| For various purpose serves the fan |
40 |
2 |
| As Colinet and Phebe sat |
41-42 |
5 |
| Bird that hears her nestling cry, The |
43-44 |
3 |
| Too plain dear youth, those tell tale eyes |
44 |
3 |
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45 |
|
| Friendship to every willing mind |
46-47 |
5 |
| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The |
47-48 |
5 |
| 'Twas early on a holiday |
49-50 |
6 |
| Banish sorrow grief and folly |
51-52 |
3 |
| Ye sons of Mars, attend |
52-54 |
3 |
| In a mouldering cave, where the wretched retreat |
54-56 |
4 |
| There was a frog liv'd in a well |
56-59 |
24 |
| There was an old man, and although 'tis not common |
59-60 |
8 |
| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The |
61-62 |
8 |
| Push about the bowl boys |
62-64 |
5 |
| Says Plato why should man be vain |
64-65 |
3 |