| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Adieu to the village delights (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
4-5 |
2 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
5 |
3 |
| Hope told a flatt'ring tale (fl) |
6 |
1 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
6-7 |
2 |
| Ah! sigh not for love, if you wish not to know (fl) |
7-8 |
3 |
| Rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r, The (fl) |
8-9 |
5 |
| Far retir'd from noise and smoke (fl) |
10-11 |
5 |
| Oh! why should the girl of my soul be in tears (fl) |
11-12 |
3 |
| Down in the valley the sun setting clearly (fl) |
12-13 |
3 |
| To a shady retreat fair Eliza I trac'd (fl) |
13 |
2 |
| Oh, take me to your arms my love, for keen the wind doth blow (fl) |
14 |
3 |
| I have parks, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds (fl) |
15 |
2 |
| Soft as yon silver ray, that sleeps (fl) |
16 |
4 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (fl) |
16-19 |
8 |
| In the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining (fl) |
19-21 |
4 |
| Fly not yet! 'tis just the hour (fl) |
21-22 |
2 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
22 |
3 |
| Says Plato, why should man be vain (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
24-25 |
4 |
| Rose tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
25 |
3 |
| I have a silent sorrow (fl) |
26 |
2 |
| Deserted by the waning moon (fl) |
26-27 |
2 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes (fl) |
27-28 |
2 |
| In the dead of the night when with labour opprest (fl) |
28-29 |
4 |
| Blow, blow, thou winter's wind! (fl) |
29 |
2 |
| I sing a maid of Lodi (fl) |
30 |
6 |
| Come live with me, and be my love (fl) |
31 |
6 |
| I am a brisk young lively lass (fl) |
32-33 |
5 |
| Come haste to the wedding, ye friends and ye neighbours (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| It was a winter's evening, and fast come down the snow (fl) |
35-36 |
5 |
| Blest as th' immortal gods is he (fl) |
36-37 |
4 |
| Ah, how sweet it is to love! (fl) |
37-38 |
4 |
| Shall I, wasting in despair (fl) |
38-39 |
5 |
| What is beauty, but a flow'r (fl) |
39-40 |
2 |
| How stands the glass around? (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| When Steerwell heard me first impart (fl) |
41-43 |
3 |
| [I] wander'd once at break of day (fl) |
43-44 |
3 |
| Oh! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Gray (fl) |
44-46 |
6 |
| Silver moon that shines so bright, The (fl) |
46-47 |
4 |
| Sigh no more ladies (fl) |
47 |
4 |
| Ah, who is that whose thrilling tones (fl) |
48 |
6 |
| Take, oh take those lips away (fl) |
49 |
2 |
| Tho' my eyes, dearest Anna, to others will stray (fl) |
49-50 |
5 |
| As pensive one night in my garret I sat (fl) |
50-52 |
4 |
| Life let us cherish (fl) |
46-47 |
5 |
| Wealthy fool with gold in store, The (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| Thou rising sun whose gladsome ray (fl) |
54-55 |
7 |
| Dear sir, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
56-57 |
3 |
| Friendship's a noble generous flame (fl) |
57-58 |
3 |
| Hard is the fate of him who loves (fl) |
58-59 |
6 |
| When Sappho tuned the raptured strain (fl) |
59-60 |
4 |
| Night o'er the world her curtain hung (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| Have you not seen the timid tear (fl) |
61 |
2 |
| Faintly as rolls the evening chime (fl) |
61-62 |
3 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
62-63 |
2 |
| When the rosy morn appearing (fl) |
63 |
3 |
| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
64 |
3 |
| Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (fl) |
65 |
3 |
| Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| 'Twas on the twenty first of June (fl) |
67-68 |
3 |
| Why, fair maid, in every feature (fl) |
69 |
3 |