| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Now we are met, let us merrily sing |
Title page |
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| Morning is charming, all nature is gay, The |
3-7 |
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| Tell me, my lovely shepherd |
8 |
2 |
| Flocks are sporting, doves are courting, warbling linnets sweetly sing [sic] |
9 |
2 |
| Lovely spring is just returning |
10-11 |
6 |
| Why does the sun dart forth his chearful rays [sic] |
11-13 |
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| O nightingale! best poet of the grove |
14 |
4 |
| Hard is the fate of him who loves |
15 |
5 |
| Charms of Floremel, The [sic] |
16 |
5 |
| Glad'ning sun returns from rest, The |
17-18 |
4 |
| Come, all ye young lovers, who wan with despair |
18-19 |
5 |
| When Phoebus the tops of the hills does adorn |
20-21 |
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| Wanton God, who pierces hearts, The |
22-23 |
2 |
| When I drain the rosy bowl |
23-24 |
3 |
| Bright Sol is returned, the winter is o'er |
24-25 |
3 |
| Now the happy knot is ty'd |
25-27 |
6 |
| Ye sons of Mars, attend |
27-28 |
3 |
| O! how shall I in language weak |
29-30 |
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| No more my songs shall be, ye swains |
30-31 |
4 |
| Ye fair marr'ed dames, who so often deplore [sic] |
31-32 |
4 |
| At length too soon, dear creature |
33-34 |
4 |
| Faithless Damon's turn'd a rover |
34-35 |
3 |
| Wherever I'm going, and all the day long |
35-36 |
3 |