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Page |
Verses |
| When Cupid, wanton boy, was young (fl) |
38-41 |
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| 'Twas when the seas were roaring (fl) |
53-54 |
5 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
55-56 |
8 |
| One morning very early, one morning in the spring (fl) |
57-57 |
6 |
| It was a winter's evening, and fast came down the snow (fl) |
58-59 |
5 |
| Oh, young Loghinvar is come out of the west (fl) |
59-61 |
8 |
| Despairing beside a clear stream (fl) |
62-63 |
7 |
| As on a summer's day (fl) |
64-65 |
8 |
| To the brook and the willow that heard him complain (fl) |
65-66 |
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| Daphnis stood pensive in the shade (fl) |
66-68 |
8 |
| Alexis shunn'd his fellow swains (fl) |
68-70 |
6 |
| Sun was sunk beneath the hill, The (fl) |
70-71 |
6 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose? (fl) |
71-72 |
4 |
| Ye shepherds so cheerful and gay (fl) |
72-74 |
6 |
| My banks they are furnish'd with bees (fl) |
74-76 |
8 |
| |
77-79 |
7 |
| Ye shepherds, give ear to my lay (fl) |
79-80 |
6 |
| Come, shepherds, we'll follow the hearse (fl) |
81-82 |
4 |
| O'er moorlands and mountains rude, barren and bare (fl) |
82-83 |
4 |
| No glory I covet, no riches I want (fl) |
84-85 |
5 |
| Through groves sequestr'd, dark and still (fl) |
85 |
4 |
| What man in his wits had not rather be poor (fl) |
86-87 |
9 |
| Come, dear Amanda! quit the town (fl) |
87-88 |
2 |
| Waft me, some soft and cooling breeze (fl) |
88-89 |
7 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
90 |
3 |
| Not on beds of fading flowers (fl) |
90-91 |
2 |
| Let ambition fire thy mind (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |
| Wretch condemn'd with life to part, The (fl) |
92 |
2 |
| O memory! thou fond deceiver (fl) |
92 |
2 |
| When lovely woman stoops to folly (fl) |
93 |
2 |
| Lucy, I think not of thy beauty (fl) |
93-94 |
5 |
| Rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower, The (fl) |
94-95 |
5 |
| I talk'd to my fluttering heart (fl) |
95-97 |
5 |
| Gloomy night is gathering fast, The (fl) |
97-98 |
4 |
| To fair Fidele's grassy tomb (fl) |
98-99 |
6 |
| Say, sweet carol! who are they (fl) |
99-100 |
2 |
| Born in yon blaze of orient sky (fl) |
101 |
4 |
| What dreaming drone was ever blest (fl) |
102-103 |
4 |
| I hark'd his madly-rolling eye (fl) |
103 |
3 |
| Ye mariners of England (fl) |
104-105 |
4 |
| Mortals, learn your lives to measure (fl) |
106 |
2 |
| Preach not me your musty rules (fl) |
107-108 |
2 |
| Busy, curious, thirsty Fly! (fl) |
107-108 |
2 |
| When I drain the rosy bowl (fl) |
108-109 |
3 |
| Thirsty earth drinks up the rain, The (fl) |
109-110 |
5 |
| Wine, wine in the morning (fl) |
110-111 |
3 |
| Mirth! be thy mingled pleasures mine (fl) |
111 |
3 |
| Blest as th' immortal Gods is he (fl) |
112 |
4 |
| Thy fatal shafts unerring move (fl) |
113 |
4 |
| Ah! the shepherd's mournful fate! (fl) |
113-114 |
2 |
| From her, alas! whose smile was love (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| Go, tell Amynta, gentle swain (fl) |
115 |
2 |
| Yes, fairest proof of beauty's power (fl) |
116 |
4 |
| On every hill, in every grove (fl) |
116-117 |
4 |
| In vain you tell your parting lover (fl) |
117-118 |
2 |
| Why, Delia, ever while I gaze (fl) |
118-119 |
5 |
| While from my looks, fair nymph, you guess (fl) |
119-120 |
4 |
| Heavy hours are almost past, The (fl) |
120-121 |
6 |
| If wine and music have the power (fl) |
121 |
2 |
| Honest lover, whosoever (fl) |
122-123 |
6 |
| When Delia on the plain appears (fl) |
123-124 |
5 |
| Ah! why must words my flame reveal (fl) |
124-125 |
6 |
| Come here, fond youth, whoe'er thou be (fl) |
126-127 |
8 |
| You tell me that you truly love (fl) |
128 |
6 |
| Hard is the fate of him who loves (fl) |
129 |
6 |
| Tears I shed must ever fall!, The (fl) |
130-131 |
5 |
| If ever thou didst joy to bind (fl) |
131-132 |
7 |
| As near a weeping spring reclined (fl) |
133-134 |
5 |
| Ah stay! ah turn! ah whither would you fly (fl) |
134 |
2 |
| Sweet maid, I hear thy frequent sigh (fl) |
134-135 |
3 |
| Dried be that tear, my gentlest love (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| Ah! tell me not that jealous fear (fl) |
136 |
3 |
| If in that breast, so good, so pure (fl) |
137 |
2 |
| Too plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes (fl) |
137-138 |
6 |
| By my sighs you may discover (fl) |
138 |
2 |
| Strephon, when you see me fly (fl) |
139-140 |
5 |
| When first I saw thee graceful move (fl) |
140 |
3 |
| I did but look and love awhile (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| Come, thou rosy-dimpled boy (fl) |
141-142 |
3 |
| Lesbia, live to love and pleasure (fl) |
142-143 |
3 |
| When Fanny blooming fair (fl) |
143-144 |
4 |
| Now see my Goddess, earthly born (fl) |
144-146 |
9 |
| Ah, how sweet it is to love! (fl) |
146-147 |
4 |
| Ah! tell me no more, my girl, with a sigh (fl) |
147 |
4 |
| 'Tis not the liquid brightness of those eyes (fl) |
148 |
3 |
| While, Strephon, thus you tease one (fl) |
149 |
4 |
| Shape alone let others prize, The (fl) |
149-150 |
7 |
| Kitty's charming voice and face (fl) |
151 |
4 |
| Wouldst thou know her sacred charms (fl) |
151-152 |
7 |
| Hail to the myrtle shade (fl) |
153 |
3 |
| Tell me no more how fair she is (fl) |
154 |
4 |
| From thy waves, stormy Lannow, I fly (fl) |
154-155 |
3 |
| While in the bower with beauty blest (fl) |
156 |
5 |
| When Sappho tuned the raptured strain (fl) |
157 |
4 |
| Go, plaintive sounds! and to the fair (fl) |
157-158 |
8 |
| When charming Teraminta sings (fl) |
159 |
2 |
| My dear mistress has a heart (fl) |
159-160 |
2 |
| Let the ambitious favour find (fl) |
160 |
3 |
| Come, let us now resolve at last (fl) |
161 |
4 |
| From all uneasy passions free (fl) |
161-162 |
2 |
| Oft on the troubled ocean's face (fl) |
162 |
3 |
| Prepared to rail, resolved to part (fl) |
162-163 |
3 |
| Come, all ye youths whose hearts e'er bled (fl) |
163 |
2 |
| Slow spreads the gloom my soul desires (fl) |
164-165 |
4 |
| Tell my Strephon that I die (fl) |
165 |
3 |
| From place to place, forlorn, I go (fl) |
166 |
2 |
| I have a silent sorrow here (fl) |
166-167 |
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| There is one dark and sullen hour (fl) |
167 |
2 |
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| Can loving father ever prove (fl) |
168-169 |
3 |
| Fair, and soft, and gay, and young (fl) |
169-170 |
3 |
| Tho' cruel you seem to my pain (fl) |
170-171 |
6 |
| Ye shepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain (fl) |
171-172 |
5 |
| Ye happy swains, whose hearts are free (fl) |
172 |
2 |
| When your beauty appears (fl) |
173 |
3 |
| As Amoret with Phyllis sat (fl) |
173-174 |
2 |
| Can love be controled by advice (fl) |
174 |
2 |
| Think no more, my gentle maid (fl) |
175 |
3 |
| Why, cruel creature, why so bent (fl) |
176 |
4 |
| Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove (fl) |
176-177 |
4 |
| Dear Chloe, while thus beyond measure (fl) |
177-178 |
5 |
| Away, let nought to love displeasing (fl) |
179-180 |
8 |
| O Nancy, wilt thou go with me (fl) |
180-181 |
4 |
| In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er (fl) |
182 |
3 |
| Wretch O let me never know, The (fl) |
182-183 |
4 |
| Laura, thy sighs must now no more (fl) |
183 |
2 |
| Oh! Henry, sure by every art (fl) |
184 |
3 |
| How bright the sun's declining rays (fl) |
185 |
3 |
| When gentle Celia first I knew (fl) |
186-187 |
7 |
| If Love and reason ne'er agree (fl) |
187-188 |
5 |
| When first upon your tender cheek (fl) |
188-189 |
5 |
| There lives a lass upon the green (fl) |
189-190 |
3 |
| He that loves a rosy cheek (fl) |
190 |
2 |
| Still to be neat, still to be drest (fl) |
191 |
2 |
| Why so pale and wan, fond lover (fl) |
191-192 |
2 |
| Whence comes my love? O heart! disclose (fl) |
192-193 |
3 |
| Graces and the wandering Loves, The (fl) |
193 |
2 |
| Round Love's elysian bowers (fl) |
194 |
3 |
| Child, with many a childish wile (fl) |
194-195 |
2 |
| Gentle air, thou breath of lovers (fl) |
195-196 |
4 |
| Love arms himself in Celia's eyes (fl) |
196 |
4 |
| Young I am, and yet unskill'd (fl) |
197 |
4 |
| Say not, Olinda, I despise (fl) |
197-198 |
4 |
| O Nymph! of fortune's smiles beware (fl) |
198 |
3 |
| Why, lovely charmer, tell me why (fl) |
199 |
2 |
| Ye virgin powers, defend my heart (fl) |
199-200 |
2 |
| Strephon has fashion, wit and youth (fl) |
200 |
2 |
| When clouds that angel face deform (fl) |
201 |
2 |
| Cupid, forbear thy childish arts (fl) |
201-202 |
6 |
| Fickle bliss, fantastic treasure (fl) |
202-203 |
4 |
| On Belvidera's bosom lying (fl) |
203 |
2 |
| Boast not, mistaken swain, thy art (fl) |
204 |
5 |
| My love was fickle once and changing (fl) |
205-206 |
6 |
| Shall I, wasting in despair (fl) |
206-207 |
5 |
| I do confess thou'ry smooth and fair (fl) |
208 |
4 |
| Not, Celia, that I juster am (fl) |
209 |
4 |
| It is not, Celia, in our power (fl) |
209-210 |
2 |
| Say, Myram why is gentle love (fl) |
210 |
3 |
| Awake, awake, my lyre! (fl) |
210-211 |
4 |
| What shade and what stillness around! (fl) |
212 |
4 |
| I pr'y thee send me back my heart (fl) |
212-213 |
5 |
| Whilst I fondly view the charmer (fl) |
213-214 |
4 |
| While Strephon in his pride of youth (fl) |
215 |
4 |
| "Woman, thoughtless, giddy creature (fl) |
215-216 |
4 |
| Wretch long tortured with disdain (fl) |
216-217 |
5 |
| Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her (fl) |
217 |
2 |
| Love's but the frailty of the mind (fl) |
217-218 |
3 |
| Fair Anoret is gone astray (fl) |
218 |
4 |
| Give me more love, or more disdain (fl) |
219 |
2 |
| In Chloris all soft charms agree (fl) |
219-220 |
3 |
| Love still has something of the sea (fl) |
220-221 |
7 |
| Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes (fl) |
221 |
2 |
| Yes, Fulvia is like Venus, fair (fl) |
222 |
4 |
| Tease me no more, nor think I care (fl) |
222-223 |
5 |
| I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve (fl) |
223-224 |
2 |
| Corinna in the bloom of youth (fl) |
224 |
5 |
| What! put off with one denial (fl) |
225 |
2 |
| Let not Love on me bestow (fl) |
225 |
2 |
| Why we love, and why we hate (fl) |
226 |
3 |
| Dear Colin, prevent my warm blushes (fl) |
226-227 |
4 |
| Good madam, when ladies are willing (fl) |
227-228 |
4 |
| When first I sought fair Caelia's love (fl) |
228-229 |
4 |
| Corinna cost me many a prayer (fl) |
229 |
3 |
| Take, oh take those lips away (fl) |
229-230 |
2 |
| Send home my long stray'd eyes to me (fl) |
230-231 |
3 |
| That which her slender waist confined (fl) |
231 |
3 |
| Go, lovely Rose! (fl) |
232 |
4 |
| If truth can fix thy wavering heart (fl) |
233 |
5 |
| When fair Serena first I knew (fl) |
234 |
4 |
| All my past life is mine no more (fl) |
234-235 |
3 |
| Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now (fl) |
235-236 |
4 |
| Ye little Loves, that round her wait (fl) |
236 |
2 |
| Swain, thy hopeless passion smother (fl) |
236-237 |
2 |
| Cupid, instruct an amorous swain (fl) |
237 |
2 |
| Love's a dream of mighty treasure (fl) |
238 |
4 |
| Chloe's the wonder of her sex (fl) |
238-239 |
2 |
| Pretty Parrot, say, when I was away (fl) |
239-240 |
4 |
| Why will Felia thus retire (fl) |
240-241 |
6 |
| O clear that cruel doubting brow (fl) |
241-242 |
4 |
| When Orpheus went down to the regions below (fl) |
242 |
4 |
| Vain are the charms of white and red (fl) |
243 |
4 |
| Chloe brisk and gay appears (fl) |
243-244 |
3 |
| Oh! turn away those cruel eyes (fl) |
244 |
4 |
| Merchant to secure his treasure, The (fl) |
245 |
4 |
| Celia, hoard thy charms no more (fl) |
245-246 |
4 |
| As the snow in valleys lying (fl) |
247 |
4 |
| Celia, too late you would repent (fl) |
248 |
5 |
| If the quick spirit of your eye (fl) |
249 |
2 |
| Late when love I seem'd to slight (fl) |
249-250 |
3 |
| Ah! Chloris, could I now but sit (fl) |
250-251 |
3 |
| Say, lovely dream, where couldst thou find (fl) |
251-252 |
7 |
| She loves, and she confesses too (fl) |
252-253 |
4 |
| 'Tis now, since I sat down before (fl) |
253-255 |
10 |
| Pursuing beauty, men descry (fl) |
255-256 |
5 |
| Come, tell me where the maid is found (fl) |
256 |
4 |
| Stella and Flavia every hour (fl) |
257 |
2 |
| Chloris, yourself you so excel (fl) |
257-258 |
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| In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest (fl) |
258-259 |
5 |
| Should some perverse mailignant star (fl) |
259-260 |
4 |
| Why will Florella, while I gaze (fl) |
260-261 |
4 |