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Blest as th' immortal Gods is he |
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Thy fatal shafts unerring move |
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Ah! the shepherd's mournful fate |
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Go, tell Amynta, gentle swain |
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Yes, fairest proof of beauty's power |
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In vain you tell your parting lover |
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Heavy hours are almost past, The |
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When Delia on the plains appears |
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If wine and music have the pow'r |
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Ah! why must words my flame reveal? |
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Come here, fond youth, whoe'er thou be |
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If ever thou didst joy to bind |
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As near a weeping spring reclin'd |
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Too plain, dear youth, those tell-tale eyes |
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Strephon when you see me fly |
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When first I saw thee graceful move |
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Now see my goddess earthly born |
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'Tis not the liquid brightness of those eyes |
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Hail to the myrtle shade |
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Waft me some soft and cooling breeze |
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While in the bower with beauty blest |
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When Sappho tun'd the raptur'd strain |
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Go plaintive sounds, and to the fair |
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When charming Teraminta sings |
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My dear mistress has a heart |
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Let the ambitious favour find |
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From all uneasy passions free |
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Oft on the troubled ocean's face |
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Fly thoughtless youth, th' enchantress fly |
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Prepar'd to rail, resolv'd to part |
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Come all ye youths whose hearts e'er bled |
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On a bank, beside a willow |
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To the brook and the willow, &c |
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To fair Fidele's grassy tomb |
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When here Lucinda first we came |
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When lovely woman stoops to folly |
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Tell me my Strephon that I die |
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From place to place, forlorn, I go |
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There is one dark and sullen hour |
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Fair and soft and gay and young |
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Tho' cruel you seem to my pain |
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Ye shepherds and nymphs, &c. |
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Ye happy swains whose hearts are free |
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When your beauty appears |
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As Amoret with Phyllis sat |
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Can love be controul'd by advice |
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Mortals, learn your lives to measure |
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Bid me when forty winters more |
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Tell me not I my time mispend |
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Why cruel creature, why so bent |
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Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove |
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Young I am and yet unskill'd |
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Say not, Olinda, I despise |
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Dear Chloe while thus beyond measure |
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Away, let nought to love displeasing |
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O Nancy, wilt thou go with me |
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On Belvidera's bosom lying |
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Boast not, mistaken swain, thy art |
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My love was fickle once and changing |
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Not, Celia, that I juster am |
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It is not, Celia, in our power |
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Say, Myra, why is gentle love |
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Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her |
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Love's but the frailty of the mind |
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Fair Amoret is gone astray |
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In Chloris all soft charms agree |
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Yes Fulvia is like Venus fair |
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I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve |
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Damon if you will be believe [sic] |
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What! put off with one denial |
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Let not love on me bestow |
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Why we love and why we hate |
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Dear Colin, prevent my warm blushes |
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Good madam, when ladies are willing |
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When first I sought fair Caelia's love |
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Corinna cost me many a prayer |
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All my past life is mine no more |
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Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now |
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Ye little loves that round her wait |
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Love and folly were at play |
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Amorous swain to Juno pray'd, An |
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Swain, thy hopeless passion smother |
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Cupid instruct an amorous swain |
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Love's a dream of mighty treasure |
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Tell me no more I am deceiv'd |
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Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by |
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Chloe's the wonder of her sex |
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When Orpheus went down, &c. |
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Vain are the charms of white and red |
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Chloe brisk and gay appears |
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Oh! turn away those cruel eyes |
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In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er |
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Merchant to secure his treasure, The |
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Celia, hoard thy charms no more |
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As the snow in vallies lying |
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Celia, too late you would repent |
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If the quick spirit of your eye |
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Late when love I seem'd to slight |
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Ah! Chloris, could I now but sit |
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Graces and the wand'ring loves, The |
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Say, lovely dream, &c. |
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Come little infant love me now |
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Gentle air, thou breath of lovers |
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She loves and she confesses too |
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'Tis now since I sat down before |
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Pursuing beauty, men descry |
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Stella and Flavia every hour |
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When gentle Celia first I knew |
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When first upon your tender cheek |
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As Ariana young and fair |
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When first I saw Lucinda's face |
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Chloris, yourself you so excel |
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Strephon has fashion, wit and youth |
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At Cynthia's feet I sigh'd, I wept [sic] |
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Wine, wine in the morning |
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In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest |
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Should some perverse malignant star |
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Why will Florella while I gaze |
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It was a friar of orders gray |
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Turn, gentle hermit of the dale |
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Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair |
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When all was wrapt in dark midnight |
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'Twas when the seas were roaring |
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All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd |
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Daphnis stood pensive in the shade |
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Despairing beside a clear stream |
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As on a summer's day |
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Alexis shunn'd his fellow swains [sic] |
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One morning very early, one morning in the spring |
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Sun was sunk beneath the hill, The |
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What beauties does Flora disclose? |
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Far in the windings of a vale |
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Western sky was purpled o'er, The [sic] |
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O'er moorlands and mountains, &c. |
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Ye shepherds so chearful and gay [sic] |
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My banks they are furnish'd with bees |
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Why will you my passion reprove |
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Ye shepherds give air to my lay [sic] |
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Come shepherds we'll follow the hearse |
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