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Ye critics above, and ye crtitics below |
3-4 |
9 |
When late I wander'd o'er the plain |
4-5 |
3 |
Young Strephon long doated on Phaebe the fair |
5-6 |
6 |
See how the sick'ning year declines |
6 |
4 |
Swell the song in strains sublime |
6-7 |
4 |
Philander long had loosely rov'd |
7-8 |
6 |
No longer let whimisical songsters compare |
8-9 |
7 |
Ah! who in all these happy plains |
9-10 |
3 |
Now gaily blooms each field and grove |
10-11 |
4 |
In vain my love, you bid me strive |
11 |
3 |
Ye verdant woods, ye chrystal streams |
11-12 |
4 |
Ye fair possess'd of every charm |
12-13 |
3 |
Turn dearest, Cinthia, turn---and see |
13-14 |
5 |
Parents divine of Heaven--ly love |
14-15 |
3 |
Let others Damond's praise rehearse [sic] |
15 |
6 |
Ah! whence this impotence of mind |
16-17 |
6 |
Now the happy knot is ty'd |
17-18 |
6 |
Lov's a gentle generous passion [sic] |
18 |
3 |
Hark! hark! o'er the plains what glad tumult we hear! |
19-20 |
8 |
Come chear up, my lads, to our country be firm |
20-21 |
5 |
My shepherd so handsome and gay |
21-22 |
4 |
World, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, The |
22 |
2 |
How pleasing, dear wedlock, appear thy domains! |
22-24 |
14 |
On the white cliffs of Albion, see fame where she stands |
24-25 |
7 |
Come ye hours with joy replete |
25 |
3 |
See Royal Charlotte come! |
26 |
3 |
Amanda's fair, by all confess'd |
26-27 |
2 |
I said,---On the banks by the stream |
27 |
4 |
Ye shepherds attend to my strain |
28-29 |
6 |
Say, why must the poet's soft lays |
29-30 |
5 |
In vain to keep my heart you strive |
30-31 |
4 |
Court were all met, The |
31 |
10 |
When Flora, with her plighted love |
32 |
3 |
Where shall Celia fly for shelter |
32-33 |
3 |
Down in yon meadow a couple did tarry |
33-34 |
11 |
To dance, and to dress and to flaunt it about |
35 |
4 |
My Da---dy was gone to the Mar---ket two mile |
35-36 |
5 |
Lady, possess'd of a handsome estate, A |
36 |
6 |
All hail to the King |
36-38 |
5 |
Since time shall steal each tempting rose |
38 |
2 |
Ah mickle is the power and force that lies |
39 |
1 |
My Betsy flies me like a fawn |
39 |
3 |
Pursuing beau-ty men de-scry |
39-40 |
5 |
Nature's fairest charms we see |
40-41 |
5 |
When first I saw thee graceful move |
41 |
3 |
One day behind my lady's back |
41 |
3 |
'Tis I believe, next Hollantide Eve |
42 |
5 |
Yes, Phillis, we'll trip o'er the meads |
43 |
6 |
I own I love; but then my heart |
43-44 |
3 |
Sun's gay metal, shining gold, The |
44 |
3 |
Now the wood land choirists sings |
45 |
3 |
My conquer'd heart I freely yield |
45 |
2 |
To the wood ro-bin-red breast is flown |
46 |
5 |
What nation shall dare with old England compare |
46-47 |
6 |
O'er moorlands and mountains rude, barren and bare |
47-48 |
4 |
Poets, in conscience, have teas'd us too long, The |
48-49 |
6 |
On pleasure's smooth wings, how old time steals away |
49-50 |
7 |
Let harmony reign |
50 |
4 |
Three Georges now, for Britain's welfare born |
50-51 |
1 |
Say, lovely Polly, have you ever seen |
51 |
3 |
Wanton Cupid, sooth my anguish |
51 |
1 |
Bound out on a cruise, no tar wou'd refuse |
51-52 |
5 |
When the nymphs were contending for beauty and fame |
52-53 |
4 |
Ye foplings, and prigs, and ye wou'd-be smart things |
53-54 |
4 |
Attend all ye fair, and I'll tell ye the art |
54 |
5 |
Well---gentlemen, since you will needs have a song |
54-55 |
5 |
Tho' Strephons heart from loves a--larms |
55-56 |
5 |
How sweet are the roses of June |
56 |
2 |
Reflections that makes mortals wise [sic] |
56-57 |
4 |
Whare is he gone whom I adore [sic] |
57-58 |
3 |
Let others more forward behave |
58 |
7 |
My love my Rosabel |
59 |
3 |
To thee, my fair, the Muses sing |
59-60 |
5 |
On the slopes of a shady mountain |
61 |
5 |
Let sweet May her flow'rets boast |
61 |
2 |
When pleasing cares disturb the youthful breast |
62 |
9 |
Awake, my lyre! Thy sadly pleasing strain |
63 |
5 |
Whilst on thy dear bosom lying |
63 |
2 |
Last Holiday Eve how gaily were seen |
64 |
4 |
When beauty appears |
64-65 |
3 |
With roses and with myrtles crown'd |
65-66 |
3 |
On a bank beside a willow |
66-67 |
3 |
How vain are the efforts of art? |
67-68 |
7 |
Sweet Annie slowly left the shore |
68-69 |
4 |
See how Saphira 'mid the croud appears! |
69-70 |
2 |
Whimsical lover's a prey to each care, A |
70 |
5 |
Goddess, forsake thy fav'rite shades |
71 |
5 |
No more I shall dread the disaster |
72-73 |
12 |
How cou'd you deceive me, my fair? |
73-75 |
7 |
Kitty, think, though every grace |
75 |
4 |
Happy Bard, who without fear |
75-76 |
4 |
What med'cine can soften the bosom's keen smart |
76 |
4 |
Wanton God who pierces heart, The [sic] |
76-77 |
4 |
So brightly sweet fair Nancy's eyes |
77-78 |
4 |
You tell me, dear Tom like a faint hearted toad |
76 |
4 |
Dear Cloe, come give me sweet kisses [sic] |
78-79 |
3 |
Ye am'rous youths whose tone--ful lays |
79-80 |
6 |
Dawn of hope my soul revives, A |
80 |
5 |
How can you lovely Nancy thus cru-el-ly slight |
80-81 |
5 |
When vernal airs perfume the fields |
81 |
4 |
My fond shepherds of late were so blest |
82 |
2 |
In infancy our hopes and fears |
82 |
2 |
As Jamie gay, gang'd blyth his way |
83 |
8 |
All nature blooms, when you appear |
84 |
2 |
Nature gave all creatures arms |
84-85 |
3 |
'Twas underneath a May blown bush |
85 |
3 |
Grant me ye pow'rs a calm repose |
86 |
4 |
No more my song shall be ye swains |
86-87 |
4 |
Ye chearful virgins have ye seen my fair |
87 |
3 |
Ye pretty ladies |
88-89 |
7 |
Young Fanny once all pensive sat |
89-90 |
4 |
Oh! pity Colin! cruel fair |
90-91 |
4 |
We've fought; we have conquer'd |
91 |
5 |
While youthfull bards in lyrick lays |
92 |
5 |
Young Molly who lives at the foot of the hill |
93 |
7 |
Sun from the East tips the mountains with gold, The |
94 |
5 |
Ecchoing horn calls the sportsman abroad, The |
94-95 |
2 |
Our glory, renown'd on the ocean and shore |
95 |
4 |
Tho' I sweep to and thro' old iron to find |
96 |
6 |
Morning is charming, all nature is gay, The |
97-98 |
6 |
Ye fair marrie'd dames who so often deplore |
98 |
5 |
Virgin like me sure was ne'er so distress't, A |
99 |
8 |
Ye subjects of Bacchus who laught at dull thinking [sic] |
100 |
3 |
Once the gods of the Greeks at ambrosial Feast |
100-101 |
4 |
Wine, wine we allow the brisk fountain of mirth |
101-102 |
5 |
Virgin when softned by May, The [sic] |
102-103 |
4 |
Blooming Spring makes joy appear, The |
103-104 |
5 |
Old care begone thou churlish guest |
104-105 |
4 |
Cast, my love, thine eyes around |
105-106 |
5 |
What means that tender sigh my dear |
106-107 |
2 |
Sylvia whose eyes kill sure as any gun |
107 |
2 |
Though Kitty and Lucy are fair |
107-108 |
7 |
Dear Chloe, what means this disdain |
108 |
2 |
While poets tune their monthly lays |
109 |
10 |
When Fanny to woman is growing a pace |
110-111 |
5 |
From Lincoln to London rode forth our young squire |
111-112 |
6 |
See, Daphne, see, Florelio cry'd |
112 |
6 |
Sweet summer is coming, the peach trees in bloom |
113 |
7 |
Come, dear Pastora, come away |
114 |
4 |
Young Jockey he courted sweet Moggy so fair |
115 |
6 |
Sweet as th' enalmele'd meads appear [sic] |
115-116 |
2 |
Among all the arts, which to please we pursue |
116-117 |
6 |
Oh! Polly throw by that contemptible air |
117-118 |
6 |
'Tis night; and on the hill of storms |
118-121 |
26 |
Sun was now descended to the main, The |
121-122 |
1 |
To peace and love, in courts but seldom seen |
122 |
3 |
Shepherd's plain life, The |
123-124 |
3 |
Adieu for a while to the town and its trade |
124 |
3 |
Those best sons of Britain bold open and brave |
124-125 |
5 |
When Britain first, at Heaven's command |
125 |
6 |
If those who live in shepherd's bower |
126 |
2 |
He that a cuckold is let it not grieve him |
126-127 |
8 |
One midsummer morning when nature look'd gay |
127-128 |
6 |
I met in our village a swain t' other day |
128-129 |
5 |
As Chloe came into the room t' other day |
129-130 |
2 |
Cupid, the slyest rogue alive |
130 |
4 |
Boast not mistaken swain thy art |
131 |
5 |
Did you see e'er a shepherd ye nymphs pass this way |
131-132 |
5 |
What means that throb said I my heart |
132-133 |
3 |
Fair Hebe I left with a cautious design |
133 |
4 |
Make haste, and away mine only dear |
133-134 |
5 |
On a grassy pillow |
134-135 |
3 |
Merry land by this light, A |
135-136 |
5 |
Waft me some soft and cooling breeze |
136-137 |
4 |
Tho' cruel you seem to my pain |
137-138 |
3 |
Sad Musidora all in woe |
138 |
2 |
Saw you the nymph whom I adore |
138-139 |
2 |
Why Cloe still those jealous heart |
139 |
2 |
Sure Damon is the blithest swain |
139-140 |
2 |
Come listen and laugh at the times |
140-141 |
4 |
Why will you my passion reprove |
141 |
3 |
Let the tempest of war |
142 |
1 |
My banks they are furnish'd with bees |
142-143 |
3 |
Life how vain esteem'd a blessing |
143-144 |
3 |
To Fanny Fair I wou'd impart |
144 |
3 |
Ye shepherds give ear to my lay |
145 |
3 |
Sure Sally is the loveliest lass |
145-146 |
5 |
You tell me I'm handsome, I know not how true [sic] |
147 |
3 |
Soft pleasing pains, unknown before |
147-148 |
3 |
Saw ye John a coming, quoth she |
148-149 |
6 |
At the foot of a hill in a neat lonely cot |
149-150 |
6 |
You may talk as you will of new modes and new fashions |
150-151 |
6 |
Ye true honest Britons, who love your own land |
151-152 |
4 |
Since life is a bubble |
152 |
4 |
When first we see the ruddy, sun-rise from an eastern hill |
153 |
5 |
Where the primrose decks thee well |
153-154 |
2 |
With ev'ry grace young Strephon |
154 |
4 |
Phillis we don't grieve that nature |
154-155 |
4 |
Come here, fellow servants, and listen to me |
154-155 |
7 |
Come Damon come oh! haste away |
156-157 |
6 |
Term full as long as the siege of old Troy, A |
157-158 |
6 |
Since we went out a maying, too late can I find |
158-159 |
5 |
From sweet bewitching tricks of love |
159-160 |
4 |
As th' other day milking I sat in the vale |
160 |
5 |
When trees did bud and fields were green |
161 |
6 |
No lass on fam'd Hiberrigs Plains |
161-162 |
5 |
Alexis, a pretty young swain |
162-163 |
3 |
As May in all her youthful dress |
163 |
2 |
In all the sex some charms I find |
163-164 |
4 |
I seek my shepherd gone astray |
164-165 |
5 |
When I enter'd my teens, and threw playthings aside |
165-166 |
6 |
Young Roger of the mill, one morning very soon |
166-167 |
7 |
Now the snow-drops lift their heads |
167-168 |
5 |
One morning young Roger accosted me thus |
168 |
6 |
Love, thou bane of soft content |
168-169 |
2 |
Preach not to me your musty rules |
169 |
1 |
How blithe was I each morn to see |
169-170 |
3 |
Hark! the birds begin their lay |
170-171 |
4 |
Ask if yon damask rose is sweet |
171 |
3 |
Dearest Dapne, turn thine eyes [sic] |
171-172 |
5 |
Ye mortals, whom fancies and troubles perplex |
173 |
3 |
Come, my good shepherds, our flocks we must shear |
173-174 |
5 |
Young Collin fishing near the stream |
174-175 |
5 |
Say, lovely peace, that grac'd our isle |
175 |
5 |
Who has e'er been at Baldock must needs know the mill |
176 |
5 |
Come all you young lovers who wan with despair |
176-177 |
5 |
Sylvia, wilt thou waste thy prime |
177-178 |
3 |
I search'd the fields of every kind |
178-179 |
4 |
Fairest daughter of the day |
179 |
6 |
How few like you, wou'd dare advise |
180 |
2 |
Who, to win a woman's favour |
180 |
2 |
Sick of the town, at once I flew |
180-181 |
3 |
Lovely Fanny, charming maid |
181-182 |
2 |
Lass that would know how to manage a man, The |
182 |
6 |
With swords on their thighs the bold yeomen are seen |
182-183 |
3 |
O true content! secure from harms |
183-184 |
6 |
My mother cries, Betty be shy |
184-185 |
6 |
Fly hence grim melancholy's train |
185-186 |
9 |
No more the festive train I'll join |
186-187 |
4 |
Attend, ye nymphs, while I impart |
187 |
5 |
When gentle Harriot first I saw |
188 |
5 |
Heroes preparing to finish the war, The |
188-189 |
2 |
Myrtilla, demanding the aid of my pen |
189 |
4 |
Come, live with me, and be my love |
189-190 |
3 |
When fairies dance round on the grass |
190-191 |
4 |
Once more I'll tune the vocal shell |
191-192 |
10 |
When I was a young one, what girl was like me |
192-193 |
6 |
When first by fond Damon Flavella was seen |
193-194 |
4 |
Declare, my pretty maid |
194-195 |
5 |
Avast, my boys, avast, all hands on shore |
195-196 |
9 |
Near the side of a pond, at the foot of a hill |
196-197 |
4 |
Why heaves my fond bosom, ah! what can it mean? |
197 |
3 |
New-flown birds the shepherds sing, The |
197-198 |
3 |
Gentle love, to paint my lover |
198-199 |
7 |
Live and love, enjoy the fair |
199-200 |
2 |
'Twas when the seas were roaring |
200-201 |
5 |
How little do the landmen know |
201 |
3 |
Night, to lovers joys a friend |
202 |
9 |
Fair Fidel---es grassy tomb [sic] |
203 |
6 |
Tho' Peggy's charms have oft been sung |
203-204 |
4 |
Since Moggy I mon bid adieu |
204 |
4 |
Confin'd to the house till the age of fifteen |
205 |
5 |
Oh how blissful 'tis to languish |
205 |
1 |
Avarus sent for me to dine |
206 |
3 |
I am a young virgin, that oft have been told |
206-207 |
6 |
Beneath this vragrant myrtle shade [sic] |
207 |
5 |
When last we parted on the plain |
207-208 |
8 |
Gentle winds that fan the sea |
208-209 |
2 |
Young I am and yet unskill'd |
209 |
2 |
Virgins if e'er at length it prove |
209-210 |
4 |
Can love be controul'd by advice? |
210-211 |
2 |
Sun was sleeping in the main, The |
211 |
3 |
Shall, I wasting in despair |
211-212 |
3 |
Of all the nymphs that trip the green |
212 |
2 |
Come listen a-while and I'll tickle your ears |
213-214 |
10 |
As pleasing as shades to a way-faring swain |
214 |
2 |
I have rambl'd, I own it, whole years up, and down |
214-215 |
5 |
Britannia, Queen of Ocean, rise |
215 |
6 |
More bright the sun began to dawn |
216 |
4 |