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Verses |
Since wedlock's in vogue, and stale virgins despis'd |
1-2 |
5 |
When beaus, to please the ladies write [sic] |
2-3 |
5 |
Fair Kitty beautiful and young |
3-4 |
3 |
Myrtilla, demanding the aid of my pen |
4 |
4 |
If e'er in some fresh cheek you see |
5 |
1 |
Heroes preparing to finish the war, The |
5 |
2 |
Love's a dream of mighty treasure |
5-6 |
4 |
Leave, neighbours your work, to sport,and to play |
6 |
5 |
Give me but a wife; I expect not to find |
7 |
5 |
To an arbour of woodbine ye both shall be led |
7-8 |
4 |
Long, long I despair'd, a young shepherd to find |
8-9 |
6 |
Confin'd to the house 'till the age of fifteen |
9 |
5 |
Come, come, my good shepherds, our flocks we must shear |
10 |
5 |
How little do the land-men know |
10-11 |
3 |
Say, lovely peace, that grac'd our isle |
11-12 |
5 |
Give us glasses, my wench |
12-13 |
4 |
Sun was sleeping in the main, The |
13 |
3 |
No nymph, that trips the verdant plains |
14-15 |
10 |
Behold the sweet flowers around |
15 |
4 |
On a primrose bank, by a murmuring stream |
15-16 |
7 |
Young Collin, the blithest upon the gay green [sic] |
16-17 |
3 |
Morning cloud was ting'd with gold, The |
17-18 |
3 |
Ask why the miser hoards his pelf |
18 |
3 |
Sick of the world, fair Delia flew |
18-19 |
3 |
Not Semele'e attracting love [sic] |
19-20 |
6 |
As Jockey was walking, one midsummer morn |
20-21 |
6 |
Young Patty was wanton, young Patty was gay |
21-22 |
5 |
As late, at ruddy close of day |
22 |
4 |
As afternoon, one summer's day |
23 |
4 |
Why shine those charming eyes so bright |
23-24 |
4 |
How blest has my time been, what days have I known [sic] |
24 |
5 |
In a small pleasant village, by nature compleat |
25 |
3 |
God save great George, our King |
25-26 |
3 |
May thy kind Providence |
26-27 |
4 |
When Britain first, at Heav'n's command |
27-28 |
6 |
Why heaves my fond bosom; ah! what can it mean? |
28 |
3 |
When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food |
29 |
7 |
As Tink'ring Tom the street his trade did cry |
30 |
4 |
Hear me, ye nymphs, and ev'ry swain |
30-31 |
4 |
What beauties does Flora disclose! |
31-32 |
4 |
Lass of Peaty's Mill, The |
32-33 |
4 |
Dear sir, be advis'd by a friend |
33-34 |
5 |
No more of war, and war's alarms |
34-35 |
6 |
What tho' my parents frown and scold |
35-36 |
8 |
When first I saw my Delia's face |
36-37 |
4 |
When Damon, blithe shepherd, appears in my sight |
37-38 |
5 |
I am a young virgin that oft' has been told |
38 |
6 |
Once Lucifer, after a grand debate |
39-40 |
5 |
Let meaner bards, in rapt'rous strain |
40-41 |
6 |
See, Cloe, how the new-blown rose |
41-42 |
4 |
I'll sing of my lover all night, and all day |
42-43 |
6 |
Nature fram'd thee, sure, for loving |
43 |
3 |
Tell me, Hamilla, tell me why [sic] |
43-44 |
4 |
Ye shepherds, and nymphs, that adorn the gay plain |
44 |
6 |
To make the man kind, and keep true to your bed |
45 |
5 |
Jolly mortals, fill your glasses |
45-46 |
3 |
I'll range around the shady bow'rs |
46-47 |
7 |
Did you see e'er a shepherd, ye nymphs, pass this way |
47-48 |
5 |
Slave to the fair, from my childhood, I've been, A |
48 |
4 |
Young Dorilas, an artless swain |
49 |
4 |
As Caelia in her garden stray'd |
49-50 |
5 |
O lovely Caelia! heav'nly maid! |
50 |
4 |
When morn her sweets shall first unfold |
51 |
3 |
Young Caelia was sprightly and gay |
51-52 |
4 |
Deep'ning shadows were withdrawn, The |
52-53 |
3 |
Whilst shrowded by an oak, in leafy state |
53 |
2 |
Richest gift of lavish nature |
53-54 |
2 |
How sweet are the flow'rs! how lovely the spring! |
54 |
2 |
Thou calm-ray'd spring, whose blooming face |
54-55 |
4 |
Let some great joys pretend to find |
55-56 |
3 |
To thee, o gentle sleep, alone |
56 |
4 |
Woman! thoughtless, giddy creature! |
56-57 |
4 |
Ye friends of the state |
57-59 |
5 |
Sweet are the charms of her I love |
59-60 |
7 |
Thursday in the morn, the Ides of May |
60-61 |
4 |
Thou rising sun, whose gladsome ray |
61-62 |
7 |
From clime to clime my heart does rove |
62-63 |
6 |
If you wou'd keep your Damon true |
63 |
4 |
Ye virgin pow'rs, defend my heart |
63-64 |
4 |
I'll sing you a song that shall suit you all round |
64 |
4 |
Nymph there lives, whom many a swain, A |
65 |
3 |
Jockey, who teaz'd me a twelvemonth, or more |
65-66 |
5 |
Dearest Kitty! kind and fair |
66-67 |
2 |
At dead of night, when wrapt in sleep |
67-68 |
6 |
'Twas at the silent midnight hour |
68-70 |
17 |
Hail Masonry! thou Craft divine! |
70-71 |
6 |
Two Gods of great honour, Bacchus and Apollo |
71-72 |
5 |
While from our looks, dear nymph, you guess |
72-73 |
4 |
I met young Damon t' other day |
73 |
6 |
Lawland lads think they are fine, The |
74-75 |
7 |
Tom loves Mary passing well |
75-76 |
4 |
State and ambition, all joys to great Caesar |
76-77 |
6 |
When Celadon first from his cottage did stray |
77-78 |
6 |
Blest as th' immortal gods is he |
78 |
2 |
Youth, adorn'd with ev'ry art, A |
79 |
3 |
Beneath a cypress grove |
79-80 |
2 |
Rosy morn unbarr'd her gate, The |
80 |
2 |
Wou'd you court the joys wont leave you [sic] |
80-81 |
3 |
At dead of night, when cares give place |
81 |
|
Attend, ye ever-tuneful swains |
81-82 |
5 |
In story of old |
82-83 |
8 |
Had Molly but known |
84 |
2 |
On a bank, beside a willow |
84-85 |
3 |
As I went forth to view the spring |
85-86 |
5 |
Musick has pow'r to melt the soul |
86 |
3 |
What numbers shall the Muse repeat |
87 |
4 |
If love's a sweet passion, how can it torment? |
88 |
3 |
Stern winter has left us, the trees are in bloom |
88-89 |
8 |
Vain is ev'ry fond endeavour |
89-90 |
2 |
In mirth and pastime ev'ry hour emply |
90-91 |
8 |
What med'cine can soften the bosom's keen smart |
91 |
4 |
In vain I try my ev'ry art |
92 |
3 |
Declare, my pretty maid |
92-93 |
5 |
Chloe, in your mirror view |
93 |
6 |
Quite free from care, and gloomy scenes |
94 |
3 |
Miranda's graces, heav'nly charms |
94-95 |
4 |
Gay Damon long study'd my heart to obtain |
95-96 |
5 |
Well met, pretty Nymph, says a jolly young swain |
96-97 |
8 |
Come all ye shepherds on the plain |
97 |
6 |
One night, when all the village slept |
98 |
6 |
Child of the summer, charming rose! |
98-99 |
3 |
I'll to some shady cool retreat |
99 |
6 |
No glory I covet, no riches I want |
100 |
4 |
As the Mole's silent stream crept pensive along |
100-101 |
5 |
Go, happy flower! to her hand |
101 |
3 |
Sun in virgin lustre shone, The |
101-102 |
5 |
Away, let nought, to love displeasing |
103 |
8 |
Whilst I fondly view the charmer |
104 |
8 |
What man, in his wits, had not rather been poor |
105 |
5 |
How blithe was I, each morn to see |
105-106 |
5 |
Ask me, why I send you here |
106 |
2 |
With tuneful pipe, and merry glee |
106-107 |
3 |
Gather your rose-buds, while you may |
107-108 |
4 |
Tell me, lovely, loving pair! |
108 |
6 |
My mind to me a kingdom is |
109-110 |
6 |
Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock be [sic] |
110 |
4 |
Morn was fair, the sky serene, The |
110-112 |
12 |
Cease your musick, gentle swains |
112 |
4 |
If I say, tho' 'tis Gospel, that Rachel is fair |
113 |
7 |
One morning bright, within the grove |
114-115 |
4 |
Of freedom too fond, or too wanton with pride |
115 |
6 |
Ye woods, and ye mountains, unknown |
116 |
4 |
I once was prudish, vain, and grave |
116-117 |
5 |
Ah! why must words my flame reveal? |
117-118 |
6 |
Winter's fled, with all its train, The |
118-119 |
5 |
Now rise, my soul, and tune thy voice, to sing |
119 |
4 |
Cast, my love, thine eyes around |
119-120 |
5 |
Other day young Strephon met, The |
120-121 |
4 |
Away, ye vile slaves, pack hence, and be gone |
121-122 |
4 |
Contented I am, and contented I'll be |
122-123 |
9 |
Resolv'd, as her poet, of Celia to sing |
124-125 |
8 |
If ever, Oh! Hymen, I add to thy tribe |
125 |
5 |
Of all the girls of Bladud's town [sic] |
126-127 |
7 |
How happy a lover's life passes |
127-128 |
8 |
Without thinking on 't, I gain's Thyrsis's heart |
128 |
2 |
Beauty and Musick charm the soul |
129 |
2 |
Dear Sylvia, no longer my passion despise |
129-130 |
6 |
Love's in truth a mighty blessing |
130 |
3 |
No more for another my bosom should glow |
130-131 |
4 |
Come, my jolly brisk boys, lay your hop-poles aside |
131-132 |
5 |
English, of late, with intention to bluster |
132-133 |
6 |
Prithee, Phillia, speak thy mind |
133 |
3 |
Happy the man whose wish and care |
133-134 |
5 |
Go, lovely pair of roses, go |
134 |
2 |
Lovely lass to a fryar came |
135 |
3 |
Beneath a green shade I found a fair maid |
135-136 |
4 |
Come let us prepare |
136-137 |
6 |
Whilst the town's brim-full of folly |
137-138 |
3 |
Down in the West and old couple did live |
138 |
12 |
Come, jolly Britons, let's play a game of cards |
139-140 |
6 |
To Chloe, white and blooming youth |
141 |
4 |
O say, what is that thing, call'd light |
142 |
5 |
Kitty, tender, gay, and blooming |
142-142 |
2 |
Love, smiling, sits on Caelia's brow |
142 |
4 |
With beams erect, the rising Sun |
143-144 |
8 |
Young Thyrsis, once the jolliest swain |
144-145 |
4 |
Fair, and soft, and gay, and young |
145-146 |
3 |
In vain the force of female arms |
146 |
4 |
Wounded deer flies swiftly away, The |
147 |
3 |
In vain I wish'd for liberty |
147 |
4 |
When I to sleep address my mind |
148 |
|
Fair Flavia does at once disclose |
148 |
5 |
Strephon, how cou'd you cruel prove |
149 |
4 |
What is love, fantastick boy! |
149-150 |
5 |
Swain of love despairing, A |
150-151 |
4 |
Come, thou fairest, prepare |
151 |
4 |
Swains I scorn, who, nice and fair |
152 |
6 |
Did ever swain a nymph adore |
152-154 |
8 |
As Zephyr gently fann'd the air |
154 |
4 |
As love sick Apollo, by Daphne disdain'd |
154-155 |
10 |
That Jenny's my friend, my delight, and my pride |
156 |
5 |
How! court Dorinda! who the devil |
156-157 |
3 |
Forbear, fond God, forbear your dart |
157 |
4 |
While others strip the new-fall'n snows |
157-158 |
6 |
See what sweets this wreath compose! |
158-159 |
4 |
If you my wand'ring heart would find |
159 |
2 |
Forgive, ye fair, nor take it wrong |
160-161 |
5 |
Near the side of a pond, at the foot of a hill |
161-162 |
4 |
Brisk wine makes us gay, and beauty leads on |
162 |
3 |
Ye belles, and ye flirts, and ye pert little things |
162-163 |
4 |
No more, silly pipe, be thy sonnets addrest |
164-165 |
6 |
As Caelia near a fountain lay |
165 |
5 |
Contented, all day I cou'd sit by her side |
165-166 |
4 |
To feed my flock, to watch my fold |
166-167 |
7 |
When Stella first appear'd on earth |
167-168 |
6 |
Sweet Susan, I am come to take my leave |
168-169 |
6 |
Come Roger and Nell, com Simkin and Bell |
169-170 |
3 |
Ianthe, the lovely, the joy of the plain |
170 |
3 |
Of race divine thou needs must be |
170-171 |
5 |
Ungrateful Damon, is it come to this? |
171-172 |
6 |
Gentle air, thou breath of lovers |
172 |
4 |
Ye nymphs and swains, that sweetly play |
173 |
3 |
My time, O ye Muses! was happily spent |
173-174 |
5 |
Restrain'd from the sight of my dear |
175 |
4 |
Charming is your shape and air |
176 |
2 |
One ev'ning, the loveliest pair |
176-178 |
7 |
Macedon youth, The |
178 |
2 |
Mothers, thro' too much pride, or love |
178-179 |
3 |
When Sylvia strikes the trembling strings |
179-180 |
6 |
Lass that wou'd know how to manage a man, The |
180 |
6 |
As sparks fly upwards, man is born |
181-182 |
7 |
I sing of a damsel, just turn'd of sizteen |
182-183 |
5 |
Some cry up Gunnersberry |
183-184 |
5 |
Lilies of France, and the fair English Rose |
184-185 |
4 |
Pride of ev'ry grove I chose, The |
185-186 |
5 |
Let the tempest of war |
186 |
3 |
In story we're told, how our monarchs of old |
187-188 |
8 |
Too plain dear youth, these tell-tale eyes |
188-189 |
3 |
Sweet Annie fra the sea-beach came |
189-190 |
4 |
Hark, hark, o'er the plains how the merry bells ring |
190-191 |
7 |
Fairest of the virgin throng |
191 |
1 |
Ye good fellows, all |
192-194 |
8 |
Spring renewing all things gay |
194-195 |
5 |
Fair and comely is my love |
195-196 |
1 |
Fair Hebe I left, with a cautious design |
196 |
2 |
How can you, lovely Nancy, thus cruelly slight |
196-197 |
5 |
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd |
197-198 |
8 |
As blithe as the linnet sings in the green wood |
199 |
5 |
At setting day, and rising morn |
200 |
2 |
Come, Chloe, and give me sweet kisses |
200-201 |
6 |
Come, come, bid adieu to fear |
201 |
2 |
Defend my heart, ye virgin pow'rs |
201-202 |
3 |
Farewell, my Pastora, no longer your swain |
202-203 |
3 |
Hark! the loud drum! |
203-204 |
3 |
Haste, haste, Phillis, haste, 'tis the first of May |
204-206 |
9 |
He that a cuckold is, let it not grieve him |
206-207 |
7 |
I seek not at once in a female to find |
207 |
2 |
Love's a gentle, gen'rous passion |
208 |
3 |
Push about the brisk bowl, 'twill enliven the heart |
208-209 |
7 |
Rouse, Britons, rouse, and face the foe |
209 |
3 |
See Royal Edward land |
210 |
3 |
Stella and Flavia, ev'ry hour |
210-211 |
2 |
Sylvia, wilt thou waste thy prime |
211 |
3 |
Breed came forth frae the barn, The |
212-213 |
6 |
There lived a man in Ballymecrazy |
213-214 |
4 |
Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The |
214-215 |
10 |
Tho' Chloe's out of fashion |
215-216 |
3 |
Three goddesses, standing together |
216-218 |
13 |
To take in good part the squeeze of the hand |
218-219 |
4 |
'Twas when the seas were roaring |
219-220 |
5 |
When all the Attick Fire was fled |
220 |
|
When first by fond Damon Flavella was seen |
221 |
4 |
Where's my swain, so blithe and clever? |
221-222 |
8 |
When Jockey was bless'd with your love and your truth |
222-223 |
7 |
When the nymphs were contending for beauty and fame |
224 |
4 |
While Phillis is drinking, love and wine in alliance |
224-225 |
4 |
With swords on their thighs the bold yeomen are seen |
225 |
3 |
Ye medley of mortals, that make up this throng |
226-227 |
10 |
Ye mortals, whom fancies and troubles perplex |
228 |
3 |
Young Colin protests I'm his joy and delight |
228-229 |
5 |
You say at your feet that I wept in despair |
229 |
2 |
You tell me I'm handsome, I know not how true [sic] |
229-230 |
3 |
Arise, sweet messenger of morn |
230 |
2 |
As Chloe came into the room t' other day |
230-231 |
2 |
Ask if yon' damask rose is sweet |
231 |
3 |
Assist me, ev'ry tuneful bard |
231-232 |
6 |
Be still, O! ye winds, and attentive ye swains |
232-233 |
10 |
Come all you young lovers, who wan with despair |
234 |
5 |
Come, Rosalind, oh! come and see |
235 |
2 |
Fair Sally lov'd a bonny seaman |
235-236 |
5 |
From silent shades, and the Elysian Groves |
236-237 |
9 |
From the man whom I love, tho' my heart I disguise |
238 |
4 |
From those eternal regions bright |
238-239 |
3 |
Go, rose, my Chloe's bosom grace |
239 |
2 |
How gentle was my Damon's air |
239-240 |
5 |
My fond shepherds of late were so blest |
240-241 |
2 |
Oh! how cou'd I venture to love one like thee? |
241-242 |
8 |
Oh! would'st thou know what sacred charms |
242 |
5 |
Once more I'll tune the vocal shell |
243-244 |
5 |
On his face the vernal rose |
244 |
3 |
Says Damon to Phillis, suppose my fond eyes |
244-245 |
4 |
Smile, smile Britannia, smile |
245 |
4 |
Tell me, my Delia, tell me why |
246 |
2 |
Blithest bird that sings in May, The |
246-247 |
4 |
Festive board was met, the social band, The |
247 |
4 |
Morning fresh, the sun in East, The |
248 |
4 |
New-flown birds the shepherds sing, The |
248-249 |
3 |
To dear Amaryllis young Strephon had long |
249 |
3 |
To keep my gentle Jesse |
250 |
2 |
We're gaily yet, and we're gaily yet [sic] |
250-251 |
5 |
We've fought, we have conquer'd, and England, once more |
251 |
5 |
When fairies dance round on the green |
252 |
4 |
When here, Lucinda, first we came |
253 |
2 |
When Phoebus the tops of the hills does adorn |
253-254 |
2 |
When the rose is in bud, and blue vi'lets blow |
254 |
2 |
Wherever I am going, and all the day long |
254-255 |
4 |
Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now |
255-256 |
2 |
Ye true honest Britons, who love your own land |
256 |
4 |
You say you love, and twenty more |
257 |
2 |
Near a thick grove, whose deep embow'ring shade |
257-259 |
6 |
Fill me a bowl, a mighty bowl |
259 |
2 |
With early horn, salute the morn |
259 |
2 |
Chace is o'er, and on the plain, The |
260 |
3 |
What shall I say to make my fair |
260 |
|
Dearest Daphne turn thine eyes |
261-262 |
5 |
I search'd the fields, of ev'ry kind |
262 |
4 |
Love, thou bane of soft content |
262-263 |
2 |
When Damon met Phillis first on the gay green |
263 |
3 |
'Tis true, my Caelia, thou art fair |
264 |
3 |
Fields and the groves in fresh verure shone gay, The |
264-265 |
2 |
Sweet are the flow'rs that deck the field |
265 |
2 |
Come live with me, and be my love |
265-266 |
2 |
If all the world and love were young |
266 |
5 |
Morning is charming. all nature is gay, The |
266-268 |
6 |
By the gaily circling glass |
268 |
1 |
Now Phoebus sinketh in the West |
268 |
2 |
Wou'd you taste the noon-tide air |
269 |
2 |
See! from the silent grove, Alexis flies |
269-270 |
4 |
Why will you my passion reprove |
270-271 |
6 |
My banks are all furnish'd with bees |
271-273 |
8 |
Fly swiftly, ye minutes, 'till Comus receive |
273 |
2 |
By dimpl'd brook, and fountain brim |
274 |
2 |
Colin one day, in angry mood |
274 |
2 |
Well, if I continue but in the same mind |
275 |
6 |
Dawn of hope my soul revives, A |
275-276 |
4 |
As Chloe ply'd her needle's art |
276 |
3 |