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Page |
Verses |
| Why, Celia, is your spreading waist |
3-5 |
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| Nymph, who walks the public streets, The |
6-8 |
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| Tell me, Corinna, if you can |
8-11 |
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| To know the mistress' humor right |
11-14 |
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| It was as learn'd traditions say |
14-26 |
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| Duty demands, the parent's voice |
26-29 |
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| Lark fed her nestlings each day in the corn, A |
30-31 |
7 |
| Fair Miranda admir'd an elegant rose |
32- |
4 |
| Hearth was clean, the fire clear, The |
32-33 |
6 |
| That thrush there is wounded I fear |
33-34 |
7 |
| Ah! Delia, see the fatal hour |
35-36 |
7 |
| When Heaven dissolves the sacred tie |
37 |
4 |
| My time, O ye Muses! was happily spent |
37-39 |
5 |
| Go patter to lubbers and swabs d' ye see |
39-41 |
4 |
| By walks, where the moon beam besilvesr the stream [sic] |
42 |
3 |
| One morn as Jemmy of the Dee |
43-44 |
3 |
| Ye winds, to whom Collin complains |
45 |
3 |
| What means this new felt agitation |
45-46 |
4 |
| Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling |
46-47 |
3 |
| A courting I went to my love |
47-48 |
3 |