| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| In silent horror o'er the boundless waste (fl) |
25-28 |
9 |
| Near the high road, upon a winding stream (fl) |
28-44 |
1 |
| Why mark you labourer's unceasing toil (fl) |
44-45 |
1 |
| Steeple bell proclaims the Sabbath morn, The (fl) |
45 |
1 |
| Sweet smiling pratler! How I love to view (fl) |
45-46 |
1 |
| Sun attains his full meridian pow'r, The (fl) |
46-47 |
1 |
| Vessel scuds before the lively gale, The (fl) |
47 |
1 |
| Behold yon desart [sic] island! View the scene (fl) |
48 |
1 |
| How oft has love inspir'd the song (fl) |
48-50 |
3 |
| Would'st thou escape the pangs I prove (fl) |
51 |
3 |
| Oh, cease the lay, deluded swain! (fl) |
52 |
3 |
| Now Autumn shews the careful swain (fl) |
53-55 |
9 |
| Gliding like zephyr ever on the wing (fl) |
55 |
1 |
| What heav'nly sounds now float upon the gale! (fl) |
56 |
4 |
| Turn, fierce disturber of the tranquil scene (fl) |
57 |
4 |
| Calm is the eve of life, when on the mind (fl) |
58 |
1 |
| Friend to the wretched! Whose resistless sway (fl) |
59 |
4 |
| Emblem of candour! Beauteous toy! To thee (fl) |
60 |
1 |
| Monster away! From cheerful day (fl) |
61 |
1 |
| Fly, soft ideas, fly: that neither tear nor sigh (fl) |
61 |
1 |
| Soldier tir'd of war's alarms, The (fl) |
62 |
1 |
| If o'er the cruel tyrant love (fl) |
62 |
1 |
| Let not rage, thy bosom firing (fl) |
65 |
3 |
| Fair lady, tho' low is our cot in the vale (fl) |
64 |
4 |
| Lady in fair Seville City, A (fl) |
65 |
3 |
| Twas a beautiful sight (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| If the river's swelling waves (fl) |
69 |
1 |
| This cold flinty heart it is you who have warm'd (fl) |
70 |
3 |
| Body may, in simple way, A (fl) |
71 |
4 |
| How sweet, when the nightingale sings from yon grove (fl) |
72 |
3 |