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Page |
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| Where two tall elms their verdant boughs entwined |
1-4 |
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| Go, lovely rose! |
5 |
3 |
| How pleas'd within my native bowers |
5-6 |
2 |
| In airy dreams soft fancy flies |
6 |
2 |
| Water parted from the sea |
6-7 |
4 |
| Ask you who is singing here |
7-8 |
5 |
| When Werter fair Charlotte beheld |
8 |
3 |
| One kind kiss before we part |
9 |
3 |
| Go, gentle zephyr! go and bear |
9-10 |
6 |
| Hope whisper'd a flattering tale |
10 |
4 |
| Not the soft sighs of vernal gales |
11 |
3 |
| Ye swains, when radiant beauty moves |
11-12 |
3 |
| Some women take delight in dress |
12-13 |
3 |
| Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen |
13 |
1 |
| Encompass'd in an angel's frame |
23-24 |
4 |
| From place to place, forlorn I go |
15 |
2 |
| Thou soft-flowing Avon, by thy silver stream |
15-16 |
4 |
| It rains, it rains, my fair |
16-17 |
13 |
| When first I saw thee graceful move |
18 |
3 |
| Come, dear Amanda, quit the town |
18-19 |
2 |
| Hush ev'ry breeze, let nothing move |
19 |
3 |
| Come thou lovely peace of mind |
19-20 |
3 |
| By the side of a grove, at the foot of a hill |
20-21 |
4 |
| Woman, thoughtless, giddy creature |
21 |
4 |
| Ma chere amie, my charming fair |
21-22 |
3 |
| When Delia on the plain appears |
22-23 |
5 |
| Love's a pain that works our woe |
23 |
4 |
| Deign, tuneful nine, to aid my lay |
23-24 |
3 |
| O Memory! thou fond deceiver |
24 |
2 |
| Vain is the thin disguise of art |
25 |
2 |
| Return enraptur'd hours |
25-26 |
3 |
| Perhaps it is not love, said I |
26-27 |
4 |
| Quickly, Delia, learn my passion |
27 |
2 |
| Awake, my love, with genial ray |
27-28 |
2 |
| If in that breast, so good, so pure |
28 |
2 |
| Shepherd, of fortune possest, The |
28-30 |
9 |
| Amidst a bank of rosy flowers |
30-31 |
4 |
| Nymphs I hate, who wan and pale |
31-32 |
6 |
| When clouds that angel face deform |
32 |
2 |
| From her, alas! whose smile was love |
32-33 |
4 |
| Dawn of hope my soul revives, A |
33 |
4 |
| Under the green-wood tree |
34 |
2 |
| Whoe'er with curious eye has rang'd |
34-35 |
4 |
| For ever, fortune! wilt thou prove |
35-36 |
2 |
| How happy was my morn of love |
36 |
4 |
| I told my nymph, I told her true |
37 |
5 |
| How oft, Louisa, hast thou said |
37-38 |
4 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat |
38-39 |
3 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove |
39-40 |
3 |
| In infancy our hopes and fears |
40 |
2 |
| On Richmond Hill there lives a lass |
40-41 |
3 |
| From glaring shew and giddy noise |
41 |
3 |
| In the garden of love, as the garden of Flora |
41-42 |
2 |
| Why sleeps the thunder in the skies |
42 |
2 |
| From thee, Eliza, I must go |
42-43 |
2 |
| In the world's crooked path where I've been |
43 |
3 |
| See, I languish! see I faint! |
43-44 |
2 |
| With truth on her lips she my infancy form'd |
44 |
3 |
| Ah! tell me no more, my dear girl, with a sigh |
44-45 |
4 |
| Thy fatal shafts unerring move |
45 |
4 |
| Corydon beneath a willow |
46 |
5 |
| Who can suspect sweet Marian's faith |
46-47 |
4 |
| Beauty and wit, illustrious maid |
47 |
4 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The |
48 |
2 |
| Oh! had I been by fate decreed |
48-49 |
3 |
| Gentle airs sweet joys impart |
49 |
2 |
| My fair one's like the roseate morn |
49-50 |
3 |
| Say---what kind of revenge shall I take? |
50 |
2 |
| O thou! whose love-inspiring air |
50-51 |
4 |
| This cold flinty heart it is you who have warm'd! |
51 |
3 |
| Say, my dear maid, can nought express |
52 |
4 |
| Child of the summer, charming rose! |
52-53 |
3 |
| Sweet inmate--sensibility! |
53 |
2 |
| Dans votre lit, my Fanny say |
53-54 |
4 |
| Love's a gentle, gen'rous, passion |
54 |
4 |
| Fragrant lily of the vale, The |
54-55 |
6 |
| Truth from thy radiant throne look down |
55 |
2 |
| Come, dear Pastora, come away! |
56-57 |
4 |
| Shepherds, shepherds, hither come! |
57 |
4 |
| My time, O ye Muses! was happily spent |
58-59 |
5 |
| Under friendship's calmer form |
59 |
4 |
| Far on the sands the low retiring tide |
60 |
2 |
| Vain phantom Hope---delusive cheat! |
60-61 |
3 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes |
61 |
2 |
| Say, lovely maid, with down-cast eye |
61-62 |
5 |
| Ere love did first my thoughts employ |
62-63 |
2 |
| How happy was each gliding hour |
63 |
2 |
| Charming Clarinda, every note |
63-64 |
2 |
| By my sighs you may discover |
64 |
2 |
| No more from fair to fair I'll rove |
64-65 |
3 |
| When first upon your tender cheek |
65-66 |
5 |
| Gentle shepherds, tell a stranger |
66 |
4 |
| Ah! Delia see the fatal hour |
66-67 |
3 |
| Primroses deck the banks green side |
67-68 |
3 |
| How sweet is the blush of the morn |
68-69 |
4 |
| Ye virgin pow'rs, defend my heart |
69 |
2 |
| From the light down that mocks the gale |
69-70 |
4 |
| When William at eve meets me down at the stile |
70 |
2 |
| Sweet are the banks when spring perfumes |
70-71 |
3 |
| Conflict's o'er, my love adieu, The |
71-72 |
2 |
| Art thou fled, Elvira, say |
72-73 |
7 |
| Oh! tell me, memory, no more |
73 |
2 |
| Soft zephyr, on thy balmy wing |
73-74 |
3 |
| Where Thames's silver currents glide |
74-75 |
4 |
| For me my fair a wreath has wove |
75 |
3 |
| One morning by the early dawn |
75-76 |
9 |
| Charms which blooming beauty shews, The |
77 |
5 |
| O clear that cruel doubting brow |
77-78 |
4 |
| Hence, far hence, corroding care |
78 |
4 |
| Eliza! once in prospect fair |
79-80 |
8 |
| Wherefore bid me cease to sigh? |
80 |
3 |
| Go, tuneful bird, that glads the skies |
80-81 |
4 |
| Ye balmy gales, that gently blow |
81 |
3 |
| By love too long depriv'd of rest |
81-82 |
3 |
| Little wand'rer, ah forbear! |
82-83 |
4 |
| Mein liebster freund, my dearest friend |
83 |
4 |
| When hope endears a lover's pain |
84 |
2 |
| Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove |
84-85 |
4 |
| Whilst I with love's persuasive charms |
85-86 |
6 |
| Young Colin having much to say |
86-87 |
3 |
| In my pleasant native plains |
87 |
3 |
| Adieu ye groves, ye meadows fair |
88 |
3 |
| How imperfect is expression |
88-89 |
3 |
| Look, lovely maid, on yonder flow'r |
89-90 |
10 |
| Sun was sinking in the West, The |
91 |
4 |
| Soft breathing, the zephyrs awaken the grove |
92 |
2 |
| When gentle Celia first I knew |
92-93 |
7 |
| Lone bird of eve, whose liquid throat |
93-94 |
4 |
| Prythee, muse, indite my song |
94-95 |
3 |
| Ah! seek to know, what place detains |
95 |
2 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The |
95-96 |
4 |
| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The |
96-97 |
2 |
| Ma bien Aimee, why is that face |
97 |
2 |
| Where rural cots appear to sight |
97-98 |
4 |
| Let all your boast of wealth and love |
98-99 |
4 |
| Among the swains upon the green |
99-100 |
3 |
| Know ye men that female lovers |
100 |
3 |
| Delia's smile is wealth to me |
100-101 |
5 |
| Zephyr, come, thou playful minion |
101 |
2 |
| No more in field or shady grove |
101-102 |
4 |
| Waft to her ear, kind gentle breeze |
102 |
2 |
| Graces, virgins, fam'd of old, The |
102-103 |
5 |
| Gentle winds, ah! cease to murmur |
103-104 |
2 |
| Rise, ye fav'rites of the Muses |
104 |
3 |
| Her mouth, which a smile |
105 |
2 |
| In the morn as I walk thro' the mead |
105-106 |
4 |
| Why will you plague me with your pain? |
106-107 |
2 |
| Sweetest flow'rs are doom'd to fade |
107 |
2 |
| Tell me thou soul of her I love! |
107-108 |
2 |
| Raise your voices, what a pother |
108-109 |
4 |
| No nymph that trips the verdant plain |
109-110 |
5 |
| My fond shepherds of late were so blest |
110 |
2 |
| Ah! why should love with tyrant sway |
111 |
2 |
| Hark! hark! 'tis a voice from the tomb! |
111-112 |
5 |
| 'Midst silent shades and pearling streams |
112 |
1 |
| O Nancy, wilt thou go with me |
113 |
4 |
| Aletta, lovely girl, farewell! |
114 |
5 |
| Each beauty does Flora disclose |
114-115 |
8 |
| How can I forget the fond hour |
116 |
2 |
| When first I knew young Sandy's face |
116-117 |
5 |
| Come live with me, and be my love |
117-118 |
6 |
| If all the world and love were young |
118-119 |
6 |
| Why, cruel creature, why so bent |
119 |
4 |
| Cold blew the wind---no gleam of light |
119-120 |
4 |
| No glory I covet, no riches I want |
120-121 |
5 |
| What wakes this new pain in my breast |
121 |
3 |
| Ah! come Eliza, lovely maid |
122 |
2 |
| Say, Mira, why is gentle love |
122 |
3 |
| Humid seat of soft affection |
122-123 |
4 |
| A courting I went to my love |
123-124 |
3 |
| Emma, should I your tears regard |
124 |
2 |
| How oft at the dawn of the day |
124-125 |
4 |
| Our grotto was the sweetest place |
125 |
2 |
| Fields now are looking so gay, The |
125-126 |
3 |
| See down Maria's blushing cheek |
126-127 |
2 |
| Ah, gentle zephyr! ah! if e'er |
127 |
2 |
| Mama has often mention'd love |
127 |
3 |
| His shafts, the terror of the skies |
128 |
2 |
| Farewell, forever, charming fair |
128 |
2 |
| Dare a timid youth confess |
128-129 |
3 |
| Come Fancy! thou who canst regain |
129-130 |
3 |
| Swains and the virgins so gay, The |
130 |
4 |
| How oft, Maria, hast thou said |
130-131 |
2 |
| My love, the pride of hill and plain |
131 |
3 |
| Dying thrush young Edwin found, A |
132 |
3 |
| Soft the gales of ardent love |
132-133 |
5 |
| How gaily flourishes the rose |
133 |
3 |
| Ere I beheld Eliza's form |
134 |
3 |
| Tho' the Muses ne'er smile by the light of the sun |
134-135 |
3 |
| Blest flower, that for my swain I chose |
135 |
2 |
| As on yon village lawn I stray'd |
135-136 |
3 |
| Queen of the garden! O how oft |
136 |
3 |
| There's something in kissing, I cannot tell why |
137 |
2 |
| Men are ugly, clumsy creatures |
137 |
3 |
| To pity's mild breast shall the sigh |
138 |
2 |
| Mon coeur, adieu! adieu my heart! |
138 |
3 |
| How blest were my days, O ye swains! |
138-139 |
6 |
| Sprightly eye, the rosy cheek, The |
139-140 |
4 |
| Ah! why do silently grieve |
140-141 |
5 |
| Repel those pensive sighs |
141 |
5 |
| Enraptur'd I gaze when my Delia is by |
142 |
3 |
| Yet awhile, sweet sleep, deceive me |
142 |
2 |
| Kiss that he gave, when he left me behind, The |
143 |
|
| I envy not the mighty great |
143-144 |
3 |
| Beneath a weeping willow's shade |
144 |
2 |
| When innocence and beauty meet |
144-145 |
4 |
| Ye halcyon hours adieu! |
145-146 |
3 |
| When love hath charm'd the virgin's ear |
146 |
3 |
| As I was walking one morning in May |
146-147 |
3 |
| Possest of ev'ry grace of form |
147-148 |
4 |
| My love is gone to sea |
148-149 |
3 |
| Come, peace of mind, delightful guest! |
149-150 |
4 |
| Rouse Florella! angel sleeping! |
150-151 |
3 |
| Silver rain, the pearly dew, The |
151 |
2 |
| Shepherds, I have lost my love |
151-152 |
4 |
| My days have been so wond'rous free |
152-153 |
7 |
| Oh! soft remembrance, airy sprite |
153 |
3 |
| One night when all the village slept |
153-154 |
3 |
| You gave me last week a young linnet |
154 |
1 |
| Unkown to affliction till urg'd by extremes |
155 |
4 |
| Thyrsis, a young and am'rous swain |
155-156 |
4 |
| Nor on beds of fading flowers |
156 |
2 |
| Traveller benighted and lost, The |
157 |
3 |
| When thy beauty appears |
157-158 |
3 |
| At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still |
158 |
2 |
| Young Strephon, pride of yonder plain |
159 |
4 |
| Virtue, soft balm of every woe |
159-160 |
3 |
| Hence to the plains, my helpless flocks |
160 |
3 |
| Vainly now ye strive to charm me |
160 |
2 |
| In spring, my dear shepherds. your flow'rets are gay |
161 |
3 |
| Tho' misfortunes oppress me |
161-162 |
2 |
| Thro' groves sequester'd, dark, and still |
162 |
4 |
| No pastime, no sport can with hunting compare |
163 |
3 |
| Hark! hark! the joy-inspiring horn |
163-164 |
4 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near and ye sportswomen too |
164-165 |
3 |
| Sweet scented beau and a simp'ring young cit, A |
165-166 |
3 |
| Hunters are up and the ruddy fac'd morn, The |
166 |
4 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The |
167 |
2 |
| How sweet in the woodlands |
167-168 |
2 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day |
168 |
4 |