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When first I saw the village maiden |
1 |
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Day is departed, and round from the cloud, The |
2 |
3 |
Beauteous starling late I saw, A |
2-3 |
4 |
Dying thrush young Edwy found, A [sic] |
3-4 |
3 |
Stern winter's now retiring |
4 |
4 |
Fairest of the tuneful nine |
4-5 |
2 |
What means, my fair, that crystal tear |
5 |
2 |
Midnight moon serenely smiles, The |
5-6 |
3 |
This lovely peach I've kept with care |
6 |
1 |
When Cynthia sheds her silver light |
6 |
1 |
Sequestered from the haughty great |
6-7 |
2 |
Gentle stranger, tell me why |
7 |
1 |
When snow descends, and robe the fields |
7-8 |
3 |
In spring, my dear shepherds, your flow'rets are gay |
8 |
3 |
Gentle sleep, mine eye-lids close |
8 |
1 |
With the sun I rise at morn |
8-9 |
4 |
No more the festive train I'll join |
9-10 |
4 |
When the western breezes fan the shore |
10 |
6 |
Let me wander not unseen |
10-11 |
2 |
If all the world and love were young |
11 |
6 |
Lovely nymph, assuage my anguish |
11-12 |
2 |
Ye maidens so cheerful and gay |
12 |
4 |
Ye swains, none so happy as I |
13-14 |
8 |
Ye rural nymphs and shepherds, say |
14-15 |
8 |
One night, when all the village slept |
15-16 |
3 |
Ah! Damon, dear shepherd. adieu! |
16 |
3 |
Pride of every grove I chose, The |
17-18 |
10 |
What virgin or shepherd, in valley or grove |
18 |
3 |
What shepherd or nymph of the grove |
18-19 |
5 |
When absent from the nymph I love |
19-20 |
4 |
Young Celia, in her tender years |
20-21 |
3 |
When Aurora gilds the morning |
21-22 |
8 |
Gay Damon long study'd my heart to obtain |
22 |
4 |
Would you take the noon-tide air? |
22-23 |
4 |
While the lads of the village shall merrily, ah! |
23 |
3 |
Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd |
23-24 |
4 |
How long shall hapless Colin mourn |
24 |
6 |
'Twas at the cool and fragrant hour |
24-25 |
3 |
Our grotto was the sweetest place! |
25 |
2 |
Come, come, my good shepherds, our flocks we must shear |
26 |
5 |
Hawthorn is sweetly in bloom, The |
26-27 |
5 |
To hear a sweet goldfinch's sonnet |
27 |
3 |
Virgin lily of the night, The |
28 |
2 |
When the rosy morn appearing |
28 |
3 |
Now slowly o'er the streaks of parting day |
28-29 |
4 |
Je vous adore--enchanting maid |
29 |
4 |
When fairies dance round on the grass |
29-30 |
4 |
Where the jessamine sweetens the bow'r |
30-32 |
8 |
My fond shepherds of late were so blest |
32 |
2 |
Alexis, a shepherd, young, constant and kind |
32-33 |
6 |
No nymph that trips the verdant plains |
33-34 |
5 |
To dear Amaryllis young Strephon had long |
34 |
3 |
No more ye swains, no more upbraid |
34-35 |
2 |
Woodlark whistles through the grove, The |
35 |
2 |
When the head of poor Tummas was broke |
35-36 |
2 |
Young Strephon, a shepherd, the pride of the plain |
36 |
6 |
Tho' his passion, in silence, the youth would conceal |
36-37 |
4 |
Shepherd's, plain life, The |
37 |
4 |
As I went o'er the meadows, no matter the day |
38 |
4 |
Arise, sweet messenger of morn |
38 |
3 |
I search'd the fields of ev'ry kind |
39 |
2 |
While others strip the new fall'n snows |
39-40 |
6 |
Haste, haste, Amelia, gentle fair |
40-41 |
3 |
I told my nymph, I told her true |
41 |
5 |
Ye warblers, while Strephon I mourn |
41-42 |
3 |
Farewell, Ianthe, faithless maid |
42-43 |
3 |
Young Colin protests I'm his joy and delight |
43 |
5 |
Young Jockey he courted sweet Moggy so fair |
43-44 |
6 |
Gentle gales, in pity bear |
44 |
3 |
With Phillis I'll trip o'er the meads |
45 |
3 |
When vapours o'er the meadows die |
45 |
3 |
When late a simple rustic lass |
46 |
2 |
As Thyrsis reclin'd by her side he lov'd best |
46-47 |
5 |
Sure Sally is the loveliest lass |
47-48 |
5 |
What med'cine can soften the bosom's keen smart |
48 |
4 |
Where virtues encircles the fair |
48-49 |
2 |
No shepherd was like Strephon gay |
49-50 |
6 |
Assist me, all ye tuneful nine |
50-51 |
4 |
By the dew-besprinkled rose |
51-52 |
3 |
Ev'ry nymph and shepherd, bring |
52 |
4 |
Sweet Phillis, well met |
53-54 |
6 |
On ev'ry hill, in ev'ry gtove |
54 |
2 |
Vain is ev'ry fond endeavour |
55 |
2 |
Now pleasure unbounded resounds o'er the plains |
55 |
2 |
Nymph that I lov'd was as cheerful as day, The |
56 |
2 |
If those who live in shpeherd's bow'r |
56 |
4 |
Come, my Lucy, come away |
57-58 |
8 |
Bright Sol is returned, the winter is o'er |
58 |
3 |
Come then, come, ye sportive swains |
59 |
2 |
With the man that I love, was I destin'd to dwell |
59 |
1 |
Hope! thou nurse of young desire |
59 |
3 |
To sheep-shear, my boys! pipe and tabor strike up |
60 |
1 |
Flocks shall leave the mountains, The |
60 |
2 |
How sleep the brave who sink to rest |
60 |
2 |
Where the murm'ring river flows |
61 |
2 |
Poor melancholy bird, that all night long |
61 |
2 |
Where weeping yews and nodding cypress wave |
61 |
1 |
Her mouth with a smile |
61-62 |
2 |
Ye rivers so limpid and clear |
62-63 |
6 |
As near a weeping spring reclin'd |
63-64 |
5 |
Hope, thou source of ev'ry blessing |
64 |
2 |
Rest, beauteous flow'r, and bloom anew |
64 |
2 |
Where the fond zephir thro' the woodbine plays |
64-65 |
7 |
Adieu to the village delights |
65-66 |
3 |
Where the light cannot pierce, in a grove of all trees |
66 |
7 |
Noon-tide sun the fields had gilded o'er, The |
67 |
10 |
When once I with Phillida stray'd |
68 |
4 |
For tenderness fram'd in life's earliest day |
68-69 |
3 |
She came from the hills of the West |
69 |
7 |
Garlands fade, that spring so lately wave, The |
70 |
3 |
What cheerful sounds salute our ears |
70-71 |
4 |
Ye southern gales, that ever fly |
71 |
2 |
Near a smooth river's lonely side |
71-72 |
6 |
Adieu, ye streams that smoothly flow |
72 |
4 |
Blow, blow, thou summer's breeze |
73 |
6 |
Wretch condemn'd with life to part, The |
74 |
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Sleepless bird, from eve to morn, The |
74 |
2 |
Ah! why must words my flame reveal |
74-75 |
6 |
My Delia was all my delight |
75 |
4 |
O! Hope, thou soother sweet of human woes |
76 |
3 |
Sportive genius of the green |
76-77 |
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How sweet in the woodlands, with fleet hound and horn |
77 |
2 |
Let me live remov'd from noise |
77 |
2 |
How wretched the maiden who loves |
78 |
5 |
Happy, harmless, rural pair |
78 |
3 |
When first the East begins to dawn |
78-79 |
3 |
Young Cupid is with me wherever I go |
79-80 |
4 |
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still |
80-81 |
4 |
Spring with smiling face is seen, The |
81 |
2 |
O! let me haunt this peaceful shade |
81-82 |
5 |
O Phoebus! down the western sky |
82 |
7 |
At dawn of day, a farmer pass'd |
82-84 |
12 |
Your wise men all declare |
84 |
4 |
My Phillida, adieu love |
84-85 |
6 |
Silent I tread this lonely wood |
85-86 |
4 |
Virgins, while your beauty's blooming |
86 |
2 |
I pr'ythee, dear shepherd, depart |
86-87 |
3 |
Farewell to the park and the play |
87 |
3 |
Dear gentle Kate, Oh! ease my care |
87-88 |
3 |
My daddy O was very good |
88 |
6 |
From the light down that mocks the gale |
89 |
4 |
Thousands would seek the lasting peace of death |
89 |
4 |
Behold, my fair, where'er we rove |
90 |
4 |
Lovely rose my Henry brought, A |
90 |
3 |
Grant me, ye pow'rs, your aid divine |
90-91 |
2 |
Go, lovely fragrant blossom, go |
91 |
3 |
Young Colin once courted Myrtilla the prude |
91-92 |
4 |
Hail, lovely rose, to thee I sing |
92 |
3 |
Gay carnation tempting bright, A |
92 |
3 |
No flow'r blooms so sweet as love |
92-93 |
3 |
When gloomy thoughts possess |
93 |
3 |
Come thou lovely peace of mind |
93-94 |
3 |
When first I met young Henry's eyes |
94 |
3 |
When scorching suns the thirsty earth |
94 |
3 |
How can my mother chide my love |
94-95 |
3 |
Oh! the hours I have pass'd in the arms of my dear |
95 |
3 |
Music, how pow'rful is thy charm! |
95-96 |
5 |
When first this humble roof I knew |
96-97 |
2 |
Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove |
97 |
4 |
Come, ye party jangling swains |
98 |
4 |
Go! tuneful bird, that glads the skies |
98-99 |
2 |
I dreamt I saw a piteous sight |
99 |
8 |
How oft beneath yon artless bow'r |
100 |
3 |
I do as I will with my swain |
100-101 |
4 |
Eliza, once in prospect fair |
101-102 |
8 |
Cease, tyrant of my flaming bosom, cease |
102 |
5 |
When hope endears a lover's pain |
102 |
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As in the glowing noon of day |
103 |
4 |
Hark! hark! o'er the plains what glad tumults we hear |
103-104 |
5 |
Man who in his breast contains, The |
104 |
4 |
Farewell, the smoaky town, adieu |
105 |
4 |
As Jockey was trudging the meadows so gay |
105-106 |
4 |
Genteel is my Damon, engaging his air |
106 |
4 |
In my pleasant native plains |
106-107 |
3 |
When a youth commences lover |
107-108 |
4 |
Love's a gentle, gen'rous passion |
108 |
3 |
When Flora o'er the garden stray'd |
108-109 |
2 |
One morning young Roger accosted me thus |
109 |
6 |
Last time I came o'er the moor, The |
109-110 |
5 |
That I might not be plagu'e with the nonsense of men |
110-111 |
6 |
Was Nanny but a rural maid |
111-112 |
3 |
You tell me I'm handsome, (I know not how true) |
112 |
3 |
You've sure forgot, dear mother mine |
112-113 |
4 |
Let poets praise the flow'ry mead |
113 |
3 |
When once I with Phillida stray'd |
114 |
4 |
When blushes dy'd the cheek of morn |
114-115 |
4 |
Adieu the verdant lawns and bow'rs |
115 |
3 |
Amidst a rosy bank of flow'rs |
116 |
4 |
Young Thyrsis, the pride of the plain |
116-117 |
3 |
Vain sorrows and cares shall no longer molest |
117 |
3 |
In the woodbine's pleasing shade |
117-118 |
3 |
How sweetly the merry bells ring |
118 |
3 |
O'er moorlands and mountains rude, barren, and bare |
119 |
4 |
Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear |
119-120 |
2 |
Rose tree in full bearing, A |
120 |
2 |
Come haste to the wedding, ye friends and ye neighbours |
120-121 |
3 |
My lodging is on the cold ground |
121 |
3 |
Ah! sure a pair was never seen |
121-122 |
3 |
Ye fair, possess'd of ev'ry charm |
122 |
3 |
Ye fair, who shine throughout this land |
123-124 |
6 |
Sweet, sweet Robinette! all the shepherds declare |
124 |
4 |
I'm told by the wise ones, a maid I shall die |
124-125 |
3 |
On that fair bank where Lubin died |
125 |
4 |
Young Colin having much to say |
125-126 |
4 |
As Colin rang'd early one morning in spring |
126-127 |
7 |
When Fanny, blooming fair |
127-128 |
4 |
When first my shepherd told his tale |
128 |
3 |
Young Colin many a month had woo'd |
128-129 |
4 |
My Nancy leaves the rural train |
129 |
2 |
Let fame sound the trumpet, and cry "to the war!" |
129-130 |
2 |
Young Harry is as blithe a swain |
130 |
4 |
How oft, Louisa, hast thou said |
131 |
4 |
My heart's my own, my will is free |
131 |
2 |
What bard, O time, discover |
131-132 |
2 |
World, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, The |
132 |
4 |
Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd |
132-133 |
4 |
Cease, gay seducers, pride to take |
133 |
2 |
Let rakes and libertines, resign'd |
133 |
3 |
Could I her faults remember |
133 |
2 |
Hope! thou nurse of young desire! |
134 |
3 |
How blest the maid, whose wisdom |
134 |
2 |
Bird, that hears her nestlings cry, The |
134-135 |
3 |
'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing |
135 |
3 |
How happy were my days till now! |
136 |
3 |
Ask if yon damask rose is sweet |
136 |
3 |
Attend, ye nymphs, while I impart |
136-137 |
5 |
Blow, blow, thou winter's wind |
137 |
2 |
By him we love, offended |
137-138 |
3 |
When the trees are all bare, not a leaf to be seen |
138-139 |
4 |
Heavy hours are almost past, The |
139 |
3 |
I lock'd up all my treasure |
139-140 |
3 |
Farewell, ye greenfields, and sweet groves |
140 |
3 |
Modes of the court so common are grown, The |
140 |
1 |
Virgin when soften'd by May, The |
141 |
4 |
Vows of love should ever bind |
141-142 |
2 |
Water parted from the sea |
142 |
2 |
In love should there meet a fond pair |
142 |
2 |
To heal the smart a bee had made |
142 |
2 |
Dear Chloe, come give me sweet kisses |
142-143 |
3 |
If o'er the cruel tyrant, love |
143 |
3 |
In the social amusements of life let me live |
143-144 |
3 |
How blithe was I each morn to see |
144-145 |
3 |
When late I wander'd o'er the plain |
145 |
4 |
Now over the hills we the timid hare chase |
145-146 |
4 |
When Zephir, who sigh for the lover's soft bliss |
146 |
3 |
Billet-doux oh! didst thou bear, The |
146-147 |
2 |
How sweet are the ties which a friend can impose |
147 |
3 |
When rural lads and lasses gay |
147-148 |
3 |
Forbid his ardent love to tell |
148 |
3 |
My William left his Nancy dear |
148 |
2 |
Young Sandy is a dowdy lad |
149 |
3 |
When trees did bud, and fields were green |
149-150 |
4 |
As Jamie gay gang'd blithe his way |
150-151 |
4 |
Lawland lads think they are fine, The |
151-152 |
7 |
Down the bourne and thro' the mead |
152 |
3 |
When the sheep are in the fauld, and a' the kye at hame |
152-153 |
9 |
Summer it was smiling, nature round was gay, The |
153-154 |
4 |
'Twas in the dead of night, soon after Jeanie wed |
154-155 |
3 |
O Nelly! no longer thy Sandy now mourns! |
155 |
4 |
One morn when nymphs and swains were gay |
155-156 |
4 |
When first you courted me |
156-157 |
2 |
When o'er the downs at early day |
157 |
3 |
Come, rouse from your trances |
157-158 |
2 |
Ye sportsmen, come forth |
158 |
4 |
Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The |
158-159 |
5 |
Splendid monarch of the skies, The |
159 |
2 |
When faintly gleams the doubrful day |
159-160 |
3 |
As Wit, Joke and Humor together were sat |
160-16` |
8 |
Rail no more, ye learned asses |
161 |
2 |
When gen'rous wine expands the soul |
161-162 |
2 |
Distant hie thee, carking care |
162 |
4 |
Sons of mirth, my call attend |
162-163 |
5 |
Push about the brisk bowl: 'twill enliven the heart |
163-164 |
7 |
Banish sorrow! grief's a folly |
164 |
3 |
Happy are the days of wooing |
164-165 |
3 |
Why should the friends of young Cupid |
165 |
4 |
Flaxen headed cow-boy as simple as may be, A |
166 |
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Were I oblig'd to beg my bread |
166 |
5 |
Sweet ditties would my Patty sing |
167 |
3 |
In good King Charles's golden days |
167-168 |
6 |
Wherever I'm going, and all the day long |
169 |
4 |
Since you mean to hire for service |
169 |
3 |
Few years ago, in the days of my grannum, A |
170 |
3 |
Well, well, say no more |
170-171 |
2 |
Sweet scented beau, and a simp'ring young cit, A |
171 |
3 |
Ye virgins, attend |
171-172 |
5 |
Man who does for freedom roar, The |
172 |
4 |
There was an old man, and, tho' tis not common |
173-174 |
9 |
Fair Sally lov'd a bonny seaman |
174 |
4 |
Stand to your guns, my hearts of oak |
174-175 |
4 |
Ah me! how heavy, and how slow |
175-176 |
3 |
How pleasant a sailor's life passes |
176 |
3 |
Life is chequer'd---toil and pleasure |
176-177 |
3 |
I was, d' ye see, a waterman |
177-178 |
4 |
Not thunders o'er the sea-boy's head |
179 |
2 |
How drear the night, how dark each cloud |
179 |
3 |
Pour me out the parting glass |
180 |
4 |
Once more I've furl'd the swelling sail |
180-181 |
2 |
Gallant soldier born to arms, The |
181 |
2 |
Soldiers ne'er should stand complaining |
181-182 |
2 |
Let Masonry from pole to pole |
182 |
2 |
Come, let us prepare, we brothers that are |
182-183 |
7 |
Hail masonry! thou Craft divine! |
183-184 |
6 |
Grant me, kind Heav'n, what I request |
184 |
4 |