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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 |