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Short Title Apollo, 1791 
Title Apollo, The 
Pages 164 
Publisher Spotswood, William 
Location AoA 
Date 1791 
Place Philadelphia 
Data Place AoA: E23128 
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Blest as th' immortal gods is he 
Thy fatal shafts unerring move  1-2 
Ah! the shepherd's mournful fate! 
Go, tell Amynta, gentle swain 
Yes, fairest proof of beauty's power 
In vain you tell your parting lover 
Heavy hours are almost past, The  4-5 
If wine and music have the pow'r 
When Delia on the plains appears  5-6 
Ah! why must words my flame reveal?  6-7 
Come here, fond youth, whoe'er thou be  7-8 
If ever thou didst joy to bind  8-9 
As near a weeping spring reclin'd  9-10 
Too plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes  10-11 
Strephon when you see me fly  11 
When first I saw thee graceful move  12 
Now see my goddess earthly born  12-13  10 
'Tis not the liquid brightness of those eyes  13-14 
Hail to the myrtle shade  14 
Waft me some soft and cooling breeze  15 
While in the bower with beauty blest  16 
When Sappho tun'd the raptur'd strain  16-17 
Go plaintive sounds! and to the fair  17-18 
When charming Teraminta sings  18 
My dear mistress has a heart  18-19 
Let the ambitious favour find  19 
From all uneasy passions free  19 
Oft on the troubled ocean's face  20 
Fly thoughtless youth, th' enchantress fly!  20-21 
Prepar'd to rail, resolv'd to part  21 
Come all ye youths whose hearts e'er bled  22 
On a bank, beside a willow  22-23 
To the brook and the willow that heard him complain  23 
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb  24 
When here Lucinda first we came  24-25 
When lovely woman stoops to folly  25 
Tell my Strephon that I die  25 
From place to place, forlorn, I go  25-26 
There is one dark and sullen hour  26 
Fair and soft, and gay, and young  26-27 
Tho' cruel you seem to my pain  27 
Ye shepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain  27-28 
Ye happy swains whose hearts are free  28 
When your beauty appears in its graces and airs  29 
As Amoret with Phyllis sat  29 
Can love be controul'd by advice  29-30 
Mortals, learn your lives to measure  30 
Bid me when forty winters more  30-31 
Tell me not I my time mispend  31 
Why, cruel creature, why so bent  31-32 
Forever, fortune, wilt thou prove  32 
Young I am and yet unskill'd  32-33 
Say not, Olinda, I despise  33 
Dear Chloe while thus beyond measure  33-34 
Away, let nought to love displeasing  34-35 
O Nancy, wilt thou go with me  35-36 
On Belvidera's bosom lying  37 
Boast not, mistaken swain, thy art  37-38 
My love was fickle once and changing  38 
Not, Celia, that I juster am  38-39 
It is not, Celia, in our power  39 
Say, Myra, why is gentle love  39 
Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her  40 
Love's but the frailty of the mind  40 
Fair Amoret is gone astray  40-41 
In Chloris all soft charms agree  41 
Yes Fulvia is like Venus fair  41-42 
I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve  42 
Damon, if you will believe me  42-43 
What! put off with one denial  43 
Let not love on me bestow  43 
Why we love, and why we hate  44 
Dear Colin, prevent my warm blushes  44 
Good madam, when ladies are willing  44-45 
When first I sought fair Caelia's love  45 
Corinna cost me many a prayer  45-46 
All my past life is mine no more  46 
Yes, I'm in love,I feel it now  46-47 
Ye little loves that round her wait  47 
Love and folly were at play  47 
Amorous swain to Juno pray'd, An  47-48 
Swain, thy hopeles passion smother [sic]  48 
Cupid, instruct an amorous swain  48-49 
Love's a dream of mighty treasure  49 
Tell me no more I am deceiv'd  49 
Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by  50 
Chloe's the wonder of her sex  50 
When Orpheus went down to the regions below  50-51 
Vain are the charms of white and red  51 
Chloe brisk and gay appears  51-52 
Oh! turn away those cruel eyes  52 
In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er  52-53 
Merchant to secure his treasure, The  53 
Celia hoard thy charms no more  53-54 
As the snow in vallies lying  54-55 
Celia, too late you would repent  55 
If the quick spirit of your eye  55-56 
Late when love I seem'd to slight  56 
Ah! Chloris, could I now but sit  56-57 
Graces and the wand'ring loves, The  57 
Say, lovely dream, where could'st thou find  58 
Come little infant love me now  58-59 
Gentle air, thou breath of lovers  59-60 
She loves, and she confesses too  60 
'Tis now since I sat down before  61-62  10 
Pursuing beauty, men descry  62 
Stella and Flavia every hour  62-63 
When gentle Celia first I knew  63-64 
When first upon your tender cheek  64-65 
As Ariana young and fair  65 
When first I saw Lucinda;s face  66 
Chloris, yourself you so excel  66 
Strephon has fashion, wit and youth  66-67 
At Cynthia's feet I sigh'd, I pray'd  67 
Wine, wine in the morning  68 
In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest  68-69 
Should some perverse malignant star  69 
Why will Florella while I gaze  69-70 
It was a friar of orders gray  71-74  27 
Turn, gentle hermit of the dale  74-76  39 
Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair  76-80  18 
When all was wrapt in dark midnight  80-82  17 
'Twas when the seas were roaring  82-83 
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd  83-85 
Daphnis stood pensive in the shade  85-86 
Despairing beside a clear stream  86-88 
As on a summer's day  88-89 
Alexis shun'd his fellow swains [sic]  89-90 
One morning very early, one morning in the spring  90-91 
Sun was sunk beneath the hill, The  91-92 
What beauties does Flora disclose?  92-93 
Far in the windings of a vale  93-95  24 
Western sky was purl'd o'er, The [sic]  95-97  14 
O'er moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare  97-98 
Ye shepherds so chearful and gay [sic]  98-99 
My banks they are furnish'd with bees  99-101 
Why will you my passion reprove?  101-102 
Ye shepherds give air to my lay [sic]  102-104 
Come, shepherds, we'll follow the hearse  104 
When Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth  105 
Give us glasses, my wench  105-106 
Well met, my good friends, to the laudable ends  106-107 
Bacchus, rosy god of wine  107-108 
If life is a bubble, and breaks with a blast  108 
To banish life's troubles, the Grecian old sage  108-109 
Since life's but a span, as philosophers say  109 
Bacchus. god of rosy wine  109-110 
When Bacchus first planted the vine  110-111 
Hail! madeira, thou juice divine!  111-112 
Whate'er squeamish lovers may say  112-113 
Festive board was met, the social band, The  113 
When I drain the rosy bowl  113-114 
While others barter ease for state  114-115 
Within a cool and pleasant shade  115 
If the treasur'd gold could give  115-116 
My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine  116 
Busy, curious, thirsty fly  116 
By the gaily circling glass  117 
What Cato advises most certainly wise, is  117 
Banish sorrow, let's drink and be merry, boys  117-118 
Fill your glasses, banish grief  118 
Thirsty earth sucks up the show'rs, The  118-119 
Roving about, good fellows to meet  119 
Now we are free from college rules  119-120  14 
O the days when I was young!  121 
Pho! pox o' this nonsense, I pry'thee give o'er  121-122 
Contented I am, and contented I'll be  122 
You know that our ancient philosophers hold  122-123 
We'll drink, and we'll never have done, boys  123 
Drunk as a dragon sure is he  123-124 
There was once, it is said  124-126  16 
Hark! hark away! away to the downs!  126-127 
Last Valentine's day when bright Phoebus shone clear  128 
Dusky night rides down the sky, The  128-129 
I am a jolly huntsman  129-131  25 
Hark! hark! the joy-inspiring horn  132 
From the East breaks the morn  132-133 
To the chase, to the chase; on the brow of the hill  133 
Hark, hark ye, how echoes the horn in the vale  134 
When Phoebus begins just to peep o'er the hills  134 
Come push the bowl about  135 
Life is chequer'd---toil and pleasure  135-136 
How oft at the dawn of the day  136 
In storms when clouds obscure the sky  136-137 
I've known what 'tis to face a foe  137 
Ye frolicksome sparks of the game  137-138 
To Heaven's high Architect all praise  139 
It is like the dew of Hermon  139 
Grant us, kind Heav'n, what we request  139-140 
Oh! Masonry our hearts inspire  140-141 
Wake the lute and quav'ring strings  141 
Hail to the Craft! at whose serene command  141-142 
What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung  142-143 
Ye spirits pure, that rous'd the tuneful throng  143 
Daughter of gods, fair virtue, if to thee  143-144 
Ye sons of great science, impatient to learn  144-145 
When the Deity's word  145 
Let Masonry, from pole to pole  145-146 
Unite, unite, your voices raise  146 
'Ere God the universe began  146-147 
Genius of Masonry descend  147-148 
When first a Mason I was made  148 
Fidelity once had a fancy to move  148-149 
Glorious Craft, which fires the mind  149-150 
Come let us prepare  150-151 
Hail masonry! thou Craft divine!  151-152 
On, on, my dear brethren, pursue thy great lecture  152 
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