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Ye fair married dames, who so often deplore |
I.1-I.2 |
5 |
Come, chear up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer |
I.2-I.3 |
4 |
Britannia, Queen of Ocean, rise |
I.3 |
6 |
If those who live in shepherd's bower |
I.4 |
2 |
Shepherd's plain life, The |
I.4-I.5 |
4 |
As Colin rang'd early one morning in spring |
I.5-I.6 |
7 |
Resolv'd, as her poet, of Celia to sing |
I.6-I.7 |
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What tho' his guilt my heart hath torn |
I.7 |
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Away with soft sighs, for our danger alarms |
I.8 |
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Ye fair who' shine thro' Britain's isle |
I.9 |
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I seek my shepherd gone astray |
I.10-I.11 |
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Cits of every occupation |
I.11 |
1 |
Come, fill the glass to the brink |
I.12 |
1 |
Let heroes, both by land and sea |
I.12 |
1 |
In June's fragrant month, where the silver Thames flows |
I.13-I.14 |
6 |
Fair Kitty beautiful and young |
I.14-I.15 |
3 |
When I enter'd my teens, and threw playthings aside |
I.15-I.16 |
6 |
I seek my shepherd gone astray |
I.16-I.17 |
5 |
Ye fair possess'd of every charm |
I.17-I.18 |
3 |
Hail Masonry, thou Craft divine |
I.18-I.19 |
6 |
While beaus to please the ladies whine |
I.20-I.21 |
5 |
Oh rare roast beef! lov'd by all mankind |
I.21-I.22 |
2 |
Ah, sacre Dieu! Vat do I see yonder |
I.22 |
2 |
Sweet beef, that now causes my stomach to rise |
I.23 |
1 |
How hard, Oh! Sawney, is thy lot |
I.23 |
2 |
As once on a time a young frog, pert and vain |
I.24 |
5 |
How few like you, would dare advise |
I.25 |
2 |
Fairest daughter of the day |
I.25-I.26 |
6 |
At night by moon light on the plain |
I.26-I.27 |
8 |
Sure a lass in her bloom at the age of nineteen |
I.27-I.28 |
5 |
Young Collin fishing near the mill |
I.28-I.29 |
5 |
When snow descends, and robe the fields |
I.30 |
3 |
No more the festive train I'll join |
I.30-I.31 |
4 |
Come Roger, and listen to where I've been |
I.31 |
1 |
First you must know |
I.32 |
1 |
Then they carried me |
I.32 |
1 |
To Guild-hall next we did repair |
I.32 |
1 |
And then to the tower away we all sroll'd |
I.32-I.33 |
1 |
Back to Westminster Abby we stray'd |
I.33 |
1 |
At play-house too I did admire |
I.33 |
1 |
But now the time, alas! was come |
I.33 |
1 |
Palaemon lov'd Pastora |
I.34 |
6 |
Pho! pox o' this nonsense, I prithee give o'er [sic] |
I.35 |
5 |
Amanda's fair, by all confess'd |
I.36 |
2 |
From the East breaks the morn |
I.36-I.38 |
5 |
When gentle Harriot first I saw |
I.38-I.39 |
5 |
One morning young Roger accosted me thus |
I.39-I.40 |
6 |
Attend ye nymphs, while I impart |
I.40-I.41 |
5 |
If wine and music have the pow'r |
I.41 |
4 |
Why will Delia thus retire |
I.42-I.43 |
3 |
Hark! the birds begin their lay |
I.43-I.44 |
4 |
What sadness reigns over the plain |
I.44-I.45 |
4 |
Come, my Laura, heav'nly maid |
I.45-I.46 |
4 |
Tho' Austria and Russia, France, Flanders and Prussia |
I.46-I.48 |
6 |
In Chloris all soft charms agree |
I.48-I.49 |
4 |
Fanny fairer than a flower |
I.49 |
2 |
Dearest Daphne, turn thine eyes |
I.49-I.51 |
5 |
Of wars let other rhymers talk |
I.51-I.52 |
5 |
Behold where Britannia points joyful her lance |
I.52-I.54 |
12 |
Long time my heart had rov'd |
I.54-I.55 |
3 |
I search'd the fields of ev'ry kind |
I.55-I.56 |
4 |
Long at thy altar, god of love |
I.56 |
4 |
When lovely Chloe's gentle touch |
I.57 |
3 |
How easy was Colin, how blithe and how gay! |
I.57-I.58 |
6 |
Fly hence, grim melancholy's train |
I.59-I.60 |
9 |
Come give your attention to what I unfold |
I.60-I.61 |
5 |
Heroes preparing to finish the war, The |
I.62 |
2 |
Ah! whence this impotence of mind |
I.62-I.63 |
6 |
Myrtilla, demanding the aid of my pen |
I.63-I.64 |
4 |
Youth, if I wou'd, I cou'd tell you his name, A |
I.64-I.65 |
5 |
Let the nymph still avoid, and be deaf to the swain |
I.65 |
3 |
Let others Damon's praise rehearse |
I.66 |
6 |
Leave, neighbours your work, and to sport and to play |
I.67-I.68 |
5 |
More bright the sun began to dawn |
I.68-I.69 |
4 |
That Jenny's my friend, my delight, and my pride |
I.69-I.70 |
5 |
Since we went out a maying, too late can I find |
I.70-I.71 |
5 |
Dear Phillis, sweet girl, be now kind to my pain |
I.71-I.72 |
6 |
From the man whom I love, tho' my heart I disguise |
I.72-I.73 |
4 |
Alexis, a pretty young swain |
I.73 |
3 |
As Chloe sat shelter'd and breath'd the cool air |
I.74 |
3 |
Shall I, wasting in despair |
I.75 |
3 |
Young Damon, am'rous and sincere |
I.76 |
4 |
Delia, Delia, leave the shade |
I.76-I.77 |
5 |
Her hair a net of beams would prove |
I.77-I.78 |
3 |
Ye true honest Britons, who love your own land |
I.79 |
4 |
I us'd, I remember it well |
I.80--I.81 |
7 |
With ev'ry sweet hope the fair can impart |
I.81 |
2 |
As Jamie gay, gang'd blithe his way |
I.82-I.83 |
4 |
Come. live with me, and be my love |
I.83 |
3 |
Says Damon to Phillis, suppose my fond eyes |
I.84 |
4 |
My Kitty cries, was Damon wise |
I.84-I.85 |
4 |
Oh what joy does conquest yield |
I.85-I.86 |
1 |
On a primrose bank by a murmuring stream |
I.86-I.87 |
7 |
Who'll buy a heart, Myrtilla cries |
I.87 |
4 |
When fairies dance round on the grass |
I.88-I.89 |
4 |
Come Roger and Nell, come Simkin and Bell |
I.89 |
3 |
Of all the girls in our town |
I.90-I.91 |
4 |
Ye woods and ye mountains unknown |
I.91 |
2 |
From those eternal regions bright |
I.91-I.92 |
3 |
While others strip the new fall'n snows |
I.92-I.93 |
6 |
Ye warblers, while Strephon I mourn |
I.93-I.94 |
3 |
Sweet Susan my dearest, while thus thou art coy |
I.94-I.95 |
4 |
Youth, adorn'd with every art, A |
I.96 |
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Would you, with her you love be blest |
I.96 |
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We've fought, we have conquer'd, and England once more |
I.97-I.98 |
5 |
O Sylvia, while you drive your cart |
I.98-I.99 |
2 |
When Phoebus, the tops of the hills does adorn |
I.99-I.100 |
2 |
When the rose is in bud, and blue vi'lets blow |
I.100-I.101 |
2 |
Ask if yon damask rose is sweet |
I.101 |
3 |
How blithe was I each morn to see |
I.101-I.102 |
3 |
Sure Sally is the loveliest lass |
I.103-I.104 |
5 |
Assist me ev'ry tuneful bard |
I.104-I.105 |
6 |
Alexis, a shepherd young, constant and kind |
I.105-I.106 |
6 |
As t' other day o'er the green meadow I past |
I.106-I.107 |
3 |
Dawn of hope my soul revives, A |
I.107 |
4 |
By Mason's art th' aspiring dome |
I-107-I.108 |
3 |
How blest has my time been! What days have I known |
I.108-I.109 |
5 |
Oh! how could I venture to love one like thee |
I.109-I.111 |
8 |
So sweet was young Damon, so gentle his look |
I.111 |
4 |
Since Jenny thinks it mean her love to deny |
I.112-I.113 |
6 |
Come, come, my dear nymph, now all nature looks gay |
I.113-I.114 |
6 |
When I liv'd in my grandmother's cot |
I.114-I.115 |
3 |
On ev'ry hill, in ev'ry grove |
I.115-I.116 |
4 |
Dear Sylvia no longer my passion despise |
I.116-I.118 |
6 |
Young Strephon a shepherd, the pride of the plain |
I.118-I.119 |
6 |
O keep my gentle Jesse |
I.119 |
2 |
Who has e'er been at Baldock, must needs know the mill |
I.119-I.120 |
5 |
Spring returns, the fawn advances |
I.120-I.121 |
5 |
Sure time and love are both asleep |
I.121-I.122 |
2 |
Well, if I continue but in the same mind |
I.122-I.123 |
6 |
On, on, my dear brethren |
I.123-I.124 |
6 |
Oh! Phillis, shame on you, to serve a swain so |
I.125-I.126 |
6 |
Near the side of a pond, at the foot of a hill |
I.126-I.127 |
4 |
Oh! would'st thou know what sacred charms |
I.127-I.128 |
5 |
Once more I'll tune the vocal shell |
I.128-I.130 |
5 |
Spring renewing, all things gay |
I.130-I.131 |
4 |
Come all you young lovers who wan with despair |
I.131-I.132 |
5 |
Vouchsafe, O power, thy healing aid |
I.132-I.133 |
3 |
Cast, my love, thine eyes around |
I.133-I.134 |
5 |
Sun was sleeping in the main, The |
I.134-I.135 |
3 |
Tell not me the joys that wait |
I.135-I.136 |
2 |
Let rakes for pleasures range the town |
I.136-I.138 |
9 |
Come listen a-while and I'll tickle your ears |
I.138-I.139 |
10 |
When here, Lucinda first we came |
I.140 |
2 |
Morning is charming, all nature is gay, The |
I.140-I.142 |
6 |
Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now |
I.142 |
2 |
Of good English beer our songs we'll raise |
I.142-I.144 |
3 |
Wherever I am going, and all the day long |
I.144-I.145 |
4 |
Streams that glides in murmurs by, The [sic] |
I.145-I.147 |
4 |
Go, rose, my Chloe's bosom grace |
I.147 |
2 |
Blithest bird that sings in May, The |
I.148-I.149 |
4 |
Why heaves my fond bosom, ah! what can it mean? |
I.149 |
3 |
Come, Rosalind, oh come and see |
I.149-I.150 |
2 |
Behold the sweet flowers around |
I.150-I.151 |
4 |
Morning fresh, the sun in East, The |
I.151-I.152 |
3 |
Stern winter has left us, the trees are in bloom |
I.152-I.154 |
9 |
When Britain first at Heaven's command |
I.154-I.155 |
6 |
Since Jockey he courted sweet Moggy so fair |
[I.156-I.157] |
6 |
How blithe was I each morn to see |
I.158 |
|
As Chloe came into the room t' other day |
I.159 |
2 |
Would you taste the noon tide air |
I.159-I.160 |
2 |
Wanton God who pierces hearts, The |
I.160-I.161 |
4 |
Love, thou bane of soft content |
I.161 |
|
Preach not to me your musty rules |
I.161 |
|
By the gayly circling glass |
I.162 |
|
Now Phoebus sinketh in the west |
I.162 |
|
New flown birds, the shepherds sing, The |
I.163 |
|
Blithe Colin a pretty young swain |
I.164 |
|
See! from the silent grove Alexis flies |
I.165 |
|
Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The |
I.165 |
|
At the wake t' other even young Colin I met |
I.166 |
|
God save great George our King |
I.167 |
|
Tell me, lovely shepherd, where |
I.168 |
|
When I was a young one, what girl was like me |
I.168 |
|
On his face the vernal rose |
I.169 |
|
Fair Hebe I left with a cautious design |
I.170 |
|
Fair Sally lov'd a bonny seaman |
I.171 |
|
My fond shepherds of late were so blest |
I.172 |
|
Were I as poor as wretch can be |
I.172 |
|
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I.173 |
|
|
I.174 |
|
For Florimel so fair of late |
I.175 |
|
Life's a garden rich in treasure |
I.175 |
|
Ladies look gay, when of beauty they boast, The |
I.176 |
|
Nymphs and shepherds come away |
I.177 |
|
That May day of life is for pleasure |
I.177 |
|
Can the weak taper's feeble rays |
I.178 |
|
Decrepit winter lip'd away [sic] |
I.179 |
|
Arise sweet messenger of morn |
I.180 |
|
All you that would wish to succeed with a lass |
I.180-I.181 |
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Tuneful lark, who from her nest, The |
I.181 |
2 |
Born with the vices of my kind |
I.181-I.182 |
2 |
Silver moon's enamour'd beam, The |
I.182-I.183 |
4 |
From plowing the ocean and thrashing Mounseer |
I.183-I.184 |
8 |
When absent from the maid I love |
I.185 |
|
Says Plato, why should man be vain |
I.186-I.187 |
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Oh! woud'st thou know what secret charm |
I.187 |
4 |
Auspicious spirits, guard my love |
I.187-I.188 |
2 |
I write to true Britons, I mean not the men |
I.188-I.189 |
7 |
Let the tempest of war |
I.189 |
3 |
Let fops pretend in flames to melt |
I.190 |
5 |
Tell me, Amintor, gentle swain |
II.1-II.2 |
8 |
I have rambl'd, I own it, whole years up and down |
II.2-II.3 |
5 |
Lark's shrill note awakes the morn, The |
II.3 |
1 |
Hark the loud drum! |
II.3-II.4 |
3 |
Now the snow-drops lift their heads |
II.4-II.5 |
5 |
Night, to lovers joys a friend |
II.5-II.6 |
8 |
When last we parted on the plain |
II.6-II.7 |
8 |
See Royal Edward land |
II.8 |
3 |
Britannia no longer, o'er injuries dreams |
II.8-II-9 |
3 |
French are a coming, as news-writers say, The |
II.9-II.10 |
5 |
Flame of love sincere I felt, The |
II.11 |
8 |
Haste, haste, ev'ry nymph, and each swain to the grove |
II.12-II.13 |
6 |
As Thyrsis reclin'd by her side he lov'd best |
II.13-II.14 |
5 |
Come thou rosy dimpl'd boy |
II.14-II.15 |
3 |
What, is he gone! and can it be |
II.15-II.16 |
4 |
From his close covert rous'd, the stag swiftly flies |
II.16 |
2 |
Genius of Albion! wake your Queen |
II.17 |
3 |
My mother cries, Betty be shy |
II.18 |
6 |
Let the philosophick wise |
II.19 |
4 |
Bring Phoebus from Parnassian bow'rs |
II.20 |
6 |
Beneath this grove, this silent shade |
II.21 |
4 |
Eye that beams with lambent light, The [sic] |
II.22 |
5 |
Hence painful pleasure, pleasing pain |
II.23 |
3 |
Oh! Damon, believe not your Jenny untrue |
II.24 |
5 |
Where's my swain, so blythe and clever |
II.24-II.25 |
8 |
Come, Chloe, and give me sweet kisses |
II.26 |
6 |
One midsummer morning when nature look'd gay |
II.27 |
6 |
As t'other day milking I sat in the vale |
II.28-II.29 |
5 |
Young Daphne made Damon a dupe to her pride |
II.29-II.30 |
5 |
I met in our village a swain t' other day |
II.30-II.31 |
7 |
When April day began to rise |
II.31 |
3 |
Haste away, haste away, my only dear |
II.32 |
5 |
He that a cuckold is, let it not grieve him |
II.33-II.34 |
7 |
Breed came forth frae the barn, The |
II.34-II.36 |
6 |
Young Molly who lives at the foot of the hill |
II.36-II.37 |
7 |
There lived a man in Ballenecrazy |
II.37 |
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I told my nymph, I told her true |
II.38 |
5 |
As I went o'er the meadows, no matter the day |
II.38-II.39 |
4 |
Moon shone forth serenely bright, The |
II.39-II.40 |
4 |
All attendants apart |
II.40-II.41 |
4 |
When tutor'd under mamma's care |
II.41-II.42 |
8 |
Stint me not in love or wine |
II.42-II.43 |
6 |
Bright Sol, at length, by Thyrsis woo'd |
II.43-II.44 |
3 |
Long, long I despair'd a young shepherd to find |
II.44 |
3 |
Tell me, lasses, have you seen |
II.45-II.46 |
5 |
Young Jockey, who teas'd me a twelve-month, or more |
II.46-II.47 |
5 |
When first I saw my Delia's face |
II.47 |
4 |
As on Tay's banks I wander'd in search of my fair |
II.48 |
6 |
Young Thyrsis, ye shepherds, is gone |
II.49 |
3 |
Dearest Kitty! kind and fair! |
II.49-II.50 |
4 |
Sun in virgin lustre shone, The |
II.50-II.52 |
10 |
How little do the landmen know |
II.52 |
3 |
Give me but a wife; I expect not to find |
II.53 |
6 |
Come, come, my good shepherds, our flocks we must shear |
II.53-II.54 |
5 |
Why will you my passion reprove |
II.54-II.55 |
6 |
To take in good part the squeeze of the hand |
II.55-II.56 |
4 |
Soft pleasing pains, unknown before |
II.56-II.57 |
3 |
Confin'd to the house till the age of fifteen |
II.57-II.58 |
5 |
Young Daphne was the prettiest maid |
II.58-II.59 |
8 |
'Tis a twelvemonth ago, nay, perhaps they are twain |
II.59-II.60 |
5 |
Too long a giddy wand'ring youth |
II.60-II.61 |
4 |
Yes, Damon, yes, I can approve |
II.61-II.62 |
4 |
Ye belles, and ye flirts, and ye pert little things |
II.63-II.64 |
4 |
Had I, ye swains, the happy pow'r |
II.64-II.65 |
8 |
Blithe Collin's blest art |
II.65-II.66 |
5 |
Wicked wits, as fancy hits, The |
II.66-II.68 |
5 |
I am a young virgin, that oft have been told |
II.68-II.69 |
6 |
Young Collin sought my heart to gain |
II.69-II.70 |
5 |
Young Collin protests I'm his joy and delight [sic] |
II.70-II.71 |
5 |
No shepherd was like Strephon gay |
II.71-II.73 |
6 |
When the nymphs were contending for beauty and fame |
II.73 |
4 |
Well met, dearest Phoebe: ah! why in such haste? |
II.74-II.75 |
7 |
Fool that is wealthy is sure of a bride, The |
II.75 |
3 |
All on the pleasant banks of Tweed |
II.76-II.77 |
4 |
Since wedlock's in vogue, and stale virgins despis'd |
II.77-II.78 |
3 |
In all the sex some charms I find |
II.78-II.79 |
4 |
When Jockey was blest with your love and your truth |
II.79-II.80 |
7 |
Haste, haste, Phillis, haste, 'tis the first of the May! |
II.81-II.82 |
9 |
I'll sing of my lover all night and all day |
II.82-II.83 |
6 |
Assist me, all ye tuneful nine |
II.84-II.85 |
4 |
Ye chearful virgins, have ye seen |
II.85-II.86 |
3 |
Ye nymphs, who to the throne of love |
II.86-II.87 |
3 |
Ev'ry nymph and shepherd, bring |
II.87-II.88 |
4 |
By the dew-besprinkled rose |
II.88-II.89 |
3 |
While blossoms deck each verdant spray |
II.89-II.90 |
5 |
Well met, pretty Nymph, says a jolly young swain |
II.90-II.91 |
4 |
Cease, Cupid, cease thy fond alarms |
II.91-II.92 |
4 |
Where the jessamine sweetens the bow'r |
II.92-II.94 |
4 |
Tom loves Mary passing well |
II.94-II.95 |
4 |
Forgive, ye fair, nor take it wrong |
II.95-II.96 |
5 |
I seek not at once in a female to find |
II.96-II.97 |
2 |
Push about the brisk bowl |
II.97-II.98 |
7 |
When first by fond Damon Flavella was seen |
II.98-II.99 |
4 |
Did you see e'er a shepherd, ye nymphs, pass this way |
II.99-II-101 |
5 |
You tell me I'm handsome, I know not how true |
II.101 |
3 |
You say at your feet that I wept in despair |
II.102 |
2 |
Vain is ev'ry fond endeavour |
II.102 |
2 |
Three goddesses standing together |
II.103-II.105 |
13 |
Farewell, my Pastora, no longer your swain |
II.105 |
3 |
Declare, my pretty maid |
II.106 |
5 |
Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The |
II.106-II.108 |
10 |
Ye medley of mortals, that make up this throng |
II.108-II.110 |
11 |
Tho' Chloe's out of fashion |
II.110-II.111 |
3 |
As blith as the linnet sings in the green wood |
II.111-II-112 |
5 |
When daisies py'd. and vi'lets blue |
II.112 |
2 |
How pleasant a sailor's life passes |
II.113-II.114 |
3 |
If love's a sweet passion how can it torment? |
II.114 |
3 |
My banks are all furnish'd with bees |
II.115-II.117 |
8 |
From sweet bewitching tricks of love |
II.117-II.118 |
4 |
Long, since, unto her native sky |
II.118-II.120 |
4 |
Thou traitor, who with the fair sex hast made war |
II.122 |
10 |
What med'cine can soften the bosom's keen smart? |
II.122 |
4 |
My fair, ye swains, is gone astray |
II.123-II.124 |
10 |
What beauteous scenes enchant my sight |
II.124-II.125 |
3 |
While Phillis is drinking, love and wine in alliance |
II.125 |
4 |
How happy a state does the miller possess |
II.126 |
3 |
Hark Daphne, from the hawthorn bush |
II.127-II.128 |
4 |
Love's a gentle, gen'rous passion |
II.128 |
3 |
Lawland lads think they are fine, The |
II.128-II.129 |
7 |
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd |
II.130-II.131 |
8 |
Happy the man whose wish and care |
II.131-II.132 |
5 |
Hounds are all out, and the morning does peep, The |
II.132 |
3 |
Ye mortals, whom fancies and troubles perplex |
II.133 |
3 |
'Twas when the seas were roaring |
II.133-II.135 |
5 |
When Damon first my eyes beheld |
II.135-II.136 |
6 |
Young Collin sought my heart to win |
II.136-II.137 |
3 |
Two ears at a time are too many for use |
II.137-II.138 |
4 |
By a prattling stream, on a midsummer's eve |
II.138-II.139 |
5 |
All you that would refine your blood |
II.139-II.141 |
9 |
Fair is the swan, the ermine white |
II.141-II.142 |
3 |
On the Tay's verdant banks a fair maid lay reclin'd |
II.142-II.143 |
4 |
When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food |
II.143-II.144 |
7 |
In a small pleasant village, by nature compleat |
II.144-II.145 |
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Blow, blow the winter's wind |
II.145 |
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At sitting day and rising morn [sic] |
II.146 |
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Fame's an echo, prattling double |
II.147 |
1 |
Live and love, enjoy the fair |
II.147-II.148 |
2 |
Come, come, bid adieu to fear |
II.148 |
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Nor on beds of fading flow'rs |
II.148 |
1 |
Now lighter and gayer, ye tinkling strings sound |
II.149 |
2 |
By the rushy fringed bank |
II.149 |
1 |
Sylvia, wilt thou waste thy prime |
II.150 |
3 |
Young Roger of the mill, one morning very soon |
II.151 |
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Let anbition fire the mind |
II.152 |
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Dear Chloe, whilst thus beyond measure |
II.153-II.154 |
5 |
O Mary! soft in feature |
II.154-II.156 |
6 |
Defend my heart, ye virgin pow'rs |
II.156 |
3 |
Gay Damon long studied my heart to obtain |
II.157 |
5 |
Say, lovely peace, that grac'd our isle |
II.158 |
5 |
Gentle love, to paint my lover |
II.159-II.160 |
7 |
If from the lustre of the sun |
II.160 |
3 |
Dear madam, old Homer, an honest blind bard |
II.161-II.162 |
5 |
Come all ye young spirits of lively address |
II.162 |
|
Come hither, come hither, ye languishing swains |
II.163 |
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When Fanny, blooming fair |
II.164 |
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Hark! Away; 'tis the merry ton'd horn |
II.165 |
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Ye shepherds, so chearful and gay |
II.166-II.167 |
5 |
Sick of the town at once I flew |
II.168 |
3 |
Busy, curious, thirsty fly |
II.169 |
2 |
Can love be controul'd by advice? |
II.169-II-170 |
2 |
Who, to win a woman's favour |
II.170 |
2 |
Let me wander not unseen |
II.170-II.171 |
1 |
Diogenes, surly and proud |
II.171-II.174 |
13 |
Dear Chloe, attend |
II.174-II.175 |
5 |
Lass that would know how to manage a man, The |
II.175-II.176 |
6 |
Sweet rosy morn, The |
II.176-II.177 |
5 |
Would you obtain the gentle air |
II.177-II.178 |
5 |
As May in all her youthful dress |
II.178 |
2 |
When you for me alone had charms |
II.179-II.180 |
7 |
With Phoebus I often arose |
II.180 |
3 |
Stella and Flavia, ev'ry hour |
II.181 |
2 |
Musick has pow'r to melt the soul |
II.181-II.182 |
3 |
O true content! secure from harms |
II.182-II.183 |
6 |
With swords on their thighs the bold yeomen are seen |
II.183-II.184 |
5 |
When all the Attic Fire was fled |
II.184-II.185 |
2 |
In notes sublime my daring muse |
II.185 |
4 |
Come here, fellow servants, and listen to me |
II.186-II.187 |
6 |
Term full as long as the siege of old Troy, A |
II.187-II.188 |
5 |
Rouse, Britons, rouse and face the foe |
II.188-II.189 |
4 |
Pretty, little, modest fair |
II.189-II-190 |
2 |
Now the happy knot is ty'd |
II.190-II.191 |
6 |
Lass of the West was witty and free, The |
II.191-II.192 |
5 |
In story we're told, how our monarchs of old |
II.193-II.194 |
8 |