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Page |
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| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
3-4 |
6 |
| At dead of night, the hour when courts (fl) |
4-5 |
4 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
6 |
2 |
| Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
6-8 |
3 |
| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
8-10 |
3 |
| Columbia's greatest glory (fl) |
10-11 |
3 |
| One kind kiss before we part (fl) |
11-12 |
3 |
| Dear Nancy I've sailed the world all around (fl) |
12-13 |
3 |
| Ah! where can fly my soul's true-love (fl) |
13-14 |
2 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
15-17 |
5 |
| Thro' life's short journey passing (fl) |
17-18 |
2 |
| When bidden to the wake or fair (fl) |
18 |
2 |
| One sweet May-morn, in woody dale (fl) |
19-20 |
5 |
| O listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
21-23 |
3 |
| 'Twas post meridian, half past four (fl) |
23-25 |
6 |
| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| Hush ev'ry breeze, let nothing move (fl) |
26-27 |
3 |
| Stay, lady...stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
27-29 |
10 |
| Sweet sung the lark, high pois'd in air (fl) |
29-30 |
6 |
| Poor Peggy lov'd a soldier lad (fl) |
30-31 |
3 |
| Adieu, adieu, my only life (fl) |
32-33 |
3 |
| Such love as holy hermits bear (fl) |
33 |
2 |
| Peasant in his humble cot, The (fl) |
34 |
2 |
| When the forehead of Phoebus illumines the east (fl) |
34-36 |
4 |
| Sea was calm, the sky serene, The (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| Her mouth, with a smile (fl) |
37-38 |
2 |
| Say, have you seen my Arabell? (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| In the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
39-41 |
4 |
| Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| Since Zeph'rus first tasted the charms of coy Flora (fl) |
42-45 |
4 |
| When to man the distinguishing form (fl) |
45-46 |
2 |
| Gloomy night stalk'd slow away, The (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| When fairies are lighted by night's silver queen (fl) |
48-49 |
2 |
| Why droops my Nan, and why those tears? (fl) |
49-50 |
2 |
| My friends all declare that my time is mispent (fl) |
50-51 |
3 |
| Yes, yes, thank heaven, I've broke my chain (fl) |
51 |
3 |
| Contentment lost, each other treasure (fl) |
52 |
2 |
| This strange emotion at my heart (fl) |
52 |
3 |
| Kiss that he gave when he left me behind, The (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| 'Twas near a rock, within a bay (fl) |
54-55 |
8 |
| Where the rising forest spreads (fl) |
56 |
2 |
| Gentle maid of whom I sing, The (fl) |
56-58 |
4 |
| From place to place I travers'd long (fl) |
58-59 |
3 |
| Inspir'd by so grateful a duty (fl) |
59-60 |
2 |
| My heart's soft emotions admit no disguise (fl) |
60-61 |
4 |
| When fair Eliza sweetly sings (fl) |
61-62 |
3 |
| Softly sweet the minutes glide (fl) |
63 |
3 |
| Wide over the tremulous sea (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| Ye balmy breezes gently blow (fl) |
64-65 |
2 |
| My dad was asleep in his old elbow chair (fl) |
65-66 |
2 |
| In life's fair morn a maiden gay (fl) |
66-67 |
2 |
| Whene'er I view the opening dawn (fl) |
67-68 |
3 |
| Ye streams, that round my prison creep (fl) |
68 |
2 |
| Descend, some warring angel (fl) |
69 |
2 |
| Sweet bird, that cheer'st the heavy hours (fl) |
69-70 |
4 |
| Faint and wearily the way-worn traveller (fl) |
70-71 |
2 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
71 |
3 |
| Yes, Beda...thus Beda, when I melancholy grow (fl) |
72-73 |
5 |
| Tho' oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
73-74 |
3 |
| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
74-75 |
3 |
| Say, have you in the village seen (fl) |
75-76 |
3 |
| From night till morn I take my glass (fl) |
76 |
2 |
| Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light (fl) |
77-78 |
4 |
| On Entick's green meadows, where innocence reigns (fl) |
78-80 |
3 |
| Billet-doux, oh! did'st thou hear, The (fl) |
80 |
2 |
| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
81-82 |
5 |
| Goddes of war threw her spear on the ground, The (fl) |
82-83 |
3 |
| Bird, that hears her nestlings cry, The (fl) |
83-84 |
3 |
| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The (fl) |
84-85 |
2 |
| Oh! the hours I have pass'd in the arms of my dear (fl) |
85-86 |
3 |
| How sweet in the woodlands (fl) |
86-87 |
2 |
| Soft zephyr on thy balmy wing (fl) |
87 |
3 |
| When I had scarcely told sixteen (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| I lock'd up all my treasure (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| How happy were my days till now! (fl) |
89 |
3 |
| When first I ken'd young Sandy's face (fl) |
90-91 |
5 |
| While the lads in the village shall merrily ah (fl) |
91 |
3 |
| Our grotto was the sweetest place! (fl) |
92 |
3 |
| How gaily roll'd the moments on (fl) |
92-94 |
9 |
| Gentle swain, with graceful pride, The (fl) |
94-95 |
4 |
| Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
95-97 |
5 |
| Decks were clear'd. the gallant band, The (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| My mum is no more, and my dad is in his grave (fl) |
98-99 |
3 |
| Tell me thou soul of her I love! (fl) |
99-100 |
2 |
| Ma Chere Amie, my charming fair (fl) |
100 |
3 |
| Heavy hours are almost past, The (fl) |
101 |
3 |
| In my pleasant native plains (fl) |
102 |
3 |
| Still the lark finds repose in the full waving corn (fl) |
102-103 |
1 |
| How sweet the rosy blush of morn (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Let not rage, thy bosom firing (fl) |
104 |
2 |
| Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd (fl) |
105 |
4 |
| How sweet is love when virtue guides (fl) |
105-106 |
3 |
| Dear Chloe, come give me sweet kisses (fl) |
106-107 |
3 |
| Ah! Delia see the fatal hour (fl) |
107-108 |
3 |
| As thro' the grove the other day (fl) |
108-109 |
3 |
| When blushes dyed the cheek of morn (fl) |
110-111 |
4 |
| I sigh and lament me in vain (fl) |
111-112 |
3 |
| Gentle Shepherds tell a stranger (fl) |
112-113 |
4 |
| Ye balmy gales that gently blow (fl) |
113 |
3 |
| When Delia on the plain appears (fl) |
113-114 |
5 |
| Nymph that I love is as cheeful as day, The (fl) |
114-115 |
2 |
| When first upon your tender cheek (fl) |
116-117 |
5 |
| Hark-away! hark-away, to the merry ton'd horn (fl) |
117 |
3 |
| Why tarries my love, ah why did he rove (fl) |
118-119 |
5 |
| When the robber his victim has noted (fl) |
119 |
3 |
| Lowland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
119-120 |
4 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd (fl) |
121-123 |
7 |
| Lone bird of eve, whose liquid throat (fl) |
123 |
4 |
| Conflict's o'er, my love adieu, The (fl) |
124 |
2 |
| To the chace, to the chace, on the brow of the hill (fl) |
124-125 |
3 |
| Go, tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies (fl) |
126 |
4 |
| Loose every sail to the breeze (fl) |
126-127 |
4 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
127-128 |
3 |
| Flaxen-headed cow-boy, as simple as may be, A (fl) |
128-129 |
2 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose? (fl) |
129-130 |
4 |
| Day had descended the eve was serene, The (fl) |
131-133 |
10 |
| Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
133-134 |
2 |
| Stript of fortune's gay profusions (fl) |
135 |
2 |
| Her image ever rose to view (fl) |
135 |
2 |
| Thou dear seducer of my heart (fl) |
136 |
3 |
| Adieu! thou darling of my heart (fl) |
137 |
5 |
| On Richmond-hill there lives a lass (fl) |
138 |
3 |
| With care I've search'd the village round (fl) |
139-140 |
3 |
| Oh! Mary, oh, too charming maid (fl) |
140 |
3 |
| How sweetly my moments roll (fl) |
141 |
2 |
| 'Twas when the seas were roaring (fl) |
141-143 |
5 |
| On the lone bank where Lubin died (fl) |
143 |
4 |
| Tho' my dad, I must own, is but poor (fl) |
144 |
3 |
| Smooth as the limpid stream that strays (fl) |
145 |
2 |
| When May-scented zephyrs breath gladness around (fl) |
145-146 |
3 |
| Come, dear Amanda, quit the town (fl) |
147 |
2 |
| Young Strephon met me on the green (fl) |
147-148 |
3 |
| Hark! hark! Eliza's tuneful voice (fl) |
148-149 |
3 |
| Wretch condemn'd with life to part, The (fl) |
149 |
2 |
| Gently touch the warbling lyre (fl) |
149-150 |
2 |
| Hearth was clean, the fire clear, The (fl) |
150-151 |
6 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
151-153 |
8 |
| Ye lasses so gay, who now sport on the plain (fl) |
153-154 |
3 |
| Friendship, thou charmer of the mind (fl) |
140-141 |
5 |
| Fair Hebe, lovely Hebe's gone (fl) |
155-156 |
3 |
| No flower blooms so sweet as love (fl) |
156 |
|
| No riches from his scanty store (fl) |
157 |
3 |
| Since then I 'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove (fl) |
158 |
2 |
| Adieu, my Eliza, I'll never (fl) |
158-159 |
2 |
| When the rosy morn appearing (fl) |
159-160 |
3 |
| When William at eve meets me down at the stile (fl) |
160 |
2 |
| Rose-tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
160-161 |
2 |
| Say, little foolish, fluttering thing (fl) |
161 |
2 |
| When o'er the green meadows I stray (fl) |
162-163 |
7 |
| Bleak was the morn when William left his Nancy (fl) |
163-165 |
3 |
| Ben Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna (fl) |
165-166 |
3 |
| Alas! they've torn my love away (fl) |
166-167 |
3 |
| Would you know true enjoyment come listen to my lay (fl) |
167-168 |
3 |
| See down Eliza's blushing cheek (fl) |
169 |
4 |
| My Nancy, tho' tou can'st not boast (fl) |
169-170 |
3 |
| Western sky was purpled o'er, The (fl) |
170-171 |
3 |
| When the trees are all bear, not a leaf to be seen [sic] (fl) |
171-173 |
4 |
| Thro' groves sequester'd dark and still (fl) |
173-174 |
2 |
| When little on the village green (fl) |
174 |
3 |
| Come buy of poor Kate, primroses I sell (fl) |
174-175 |
3 |
| Oh! see that form that faintly gleams (fl) |
175-176 |
2 |
| To hear a sweet goldfinch's sonnet (fl) |
176-177 |
3 |
| Rose that weeps with morning dew, The (fl) |
177 |
2 |
| In sultry climes long doom'd to roam (fl) |
177-178 |
2 |
| Adieu to delight for my charmer is gone (fl) |
178-179 |
2 |
| When hoary frost hung on each thorn (fl) |
179-180 |
3 |
| I am a brisk and sprightly lad (fl) |
180-181 |
3 |
| In a chariot of light from the regions of day (fl) |
181-182 |
4 |
| Little thinks the townsman's wife (fl) |
183 |
3 |
| You ask me, sweet maid, if my vows are sincere (fl) |
184-185 |
3 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
185-186 |
3 |
| Sweet maid I hear thy frequent sigh (fl) |
186-187 |
3 |
| Oh! where, and oh! where is your Highland laddie gone (fl) |
187-188 |
4 |
| With lowly suit and plaintive ditty (fl) |
188 |
2 |
| Young Colin met me yester eve (fl) |
189 |
3 |
| Songs of shepherds, in rustical roundelay (fl) |
190-193 |
7 |
| When Winter spreads her banner chill (fl) |
193-194 |
3 |
| Delightful source of heart-felt joy (fl) |
194-195 |
2 |
| Nature to Fortune's partial wish (fl) |
195-196 |
6 |
| In vain we trace the barren soil (fl) |
196-197 |
4 |
| When avarice enslaves the mind (fl) |
197-198 |
7 |
| Day is departed, and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
199 |
3 |
| When Columbia's brave sons call'd my hero to lead 'em (fl) |
200-202 |
10 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
202-204 |
4 |
| Here, a sheer-hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
205 |
3 |
| Sweet zephyr, tho' 'midst rose-buds playing (fl) |
206 |
3 |
| When spring returning, decks the grove (fl) |
207-208 |
3 |
| Hardy sailor ploughs the ocean, The (fl) |
208 |
2 |
| Oh! had I Allen Ramsay's art (fl) |
208-209 |
4 |
| Tho' the muses ne'er smile by the light of the sun (fl) |
209-210 |
3 |
| As cross the field the other morn (fl) |
211 |
3 |
| When love get's one fast in his clutches [sic] (fl) |
212 |
2 |
| Ah! tell me ye swains,have ye seen my Pastora (fl) |
212-213 |
3 |
| With ceaseless care we court our charms (fl) |
214 |
4 |
| When e'er intruding gloom prevails (fl) |
215 |
3 |
| Doubt the morning and evening dew (fl) |
215-216 |
2 |
| Rebecca was the fairest maid (fl) |
216-217 |
7 |