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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 |
3 |
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Yes, fairest proof of beauty's power |
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In vain you tell your parting lover |
4 |
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Heavy hours are almost past, The |
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If wine and music have the pow'r |
5 |
4 |
When Delia on the plains appears |
5-6 |
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Ah! why must words my flame reveal? |
6-7 |
6 |
Come here, fond youth, whoe'er thou be |
7-8 |
8 |
If ever thou didst joy to bind |
8-9 |
7 |
As near a weeping spring reclin'd |
9-10 |
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Too plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes |
10-11 |
6 |
Strephon when you see me fly |
11 |
5 |
When first I saw thee graceful move |
12 |
3 |
Now see my goddess earthly born |
12-13 |
10 |
'Tis not the liquid brightness of those eyes |
13-14 |
3 |
Hail to the myrtle shade |
14 |
3 |
Waft me some soft and cooling breeze |
15 |
8 |
While in the bower with beauty blest |
16 |
5 |
When Sappho tun'd the raptur'd strain |
16-17 |
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Go plaintive sounds! and to the fair |
17-18 |
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When charming Teraminta sings |
18 |
2 |
My dear mistress has a heart |
18-19 |
2 |
Let the ambitious favour find |
19 |
3 |
From all uneasy passions free |
19 |
2 |
Oft on the troubled ocean's face |
20 |
3 |
Fly thoughtless youth, th' enchantress fly! |
20-21 |
5 |
Prepar'd to rail, resolv'd to part |
21 |
3 |
Come all ye youths whose hearts e'er bled |
22 |
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On a bank, beside a willow |
22-23 |
3 |
To the brook and the willow that heard him complain |
23 |
5 |
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb |
24 |
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When here Lucinda first we came |
24-25 |
2 |
When lovely woman stoops to folly |
25 |
2 |
Tell my Strephon that I die |
25 |
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From place to place, forlorn, I go |
25-26 |
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There is one dark and sullen hour |
26 |
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Fair and soft, and gay, and young |
26-27 |
3 |
Tho' cruel you seem to my pain |
27 |
6 |
Ye shepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain |
27-28 |
6 |
Ye happy swains whose hearts are free |
28 |
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When your beauty appears in its graces and airs |
29 |
3 |
As Amoret with Phyllis sat |
29 |
2 |
Can love be controul'd by advice |
29-30 |
2 |
Mortals, learn your lives to measure |
30 |
2 |
Bid me when forty winters more |
30-31 |
3 |
Tell me not I my time mispend |
31 |
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Why, cruel creature, why so bent |
31-32 |
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Forever, fortune, wilt thou prove |
32 |
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Young I am and yet unskill'd |
32-33 |
4 |
Say not, Olinda, I despise |
33 |
4 |
Dear Chloe while thus beyond measure |
33-34 |
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Away, let nought to love displeasing |
34-35 |
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O Nancy, wilt thou go with me |
35-36 |
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On Belvidera's bosom lying |
37 |
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Boast not, mistaken swain, thy art |
37-38 |
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My love was fickle once and changing |
38 |
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Not, Celia, that I juster am |
38-39 |
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It is not, Celia, in our power |
39 |
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Say, Myra, why is gentle love |
39 |
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Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her |
40 |
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Love's but the frailty of the mind |
40 |
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Fair Amoret is gone astray |
40-41 |
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In Chloris all soft charms agree |
41 |
3 |
Yes Fulvia is like Venus fair |
41-42 |
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I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve |
42 |
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Damon, if you will believe me |
42-43 |
5 |
What! put off with one denial |
43 |
2 |
Let not love on me bestow |
43 |
2 |
Why we love, and why we hate |
44 |
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Dear Colin, prevent my warm blushes |
44 |
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Good madam, when ladies are willing |
44-45 |
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When first I sought fair Caelia's love |
45 |
4 |
Corinna cost me many a prayer |
45-46 |
3 |
All my past life is mine no more |
46 |
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Yes, I'm in love,I feel it now |
46-47 |
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Ye little loves that round her wait |
47 |
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Love and folly were at play |
47 |
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Amorous swain to Juno pray'd, An |
47-48 |
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Swain, thy hopeles passion smother [sic] |
48 |
2 |
Cupid, instruct an amorous swain |
48-49 |
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Love's a dream of mighty treasure |
49 |
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Tell me no more I am deceiv'd |
49 |
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Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by |
50 |
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Chloe's the wonder of her sex |
50 |
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When Orpheus went down to the regions below |
50-51 |
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Vain are the charms of white and red |
51 |
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Chloe brisk and gay appears |
51-52 |
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Oh! turn away those cruel eyes |
52 |
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In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er |
52-53 |
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Merchant to secure his treasure, The |
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Celia hoard thy charms no more |
53-54 |
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As the snow in vallies lying |
54-55 |
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Celia, too late you would repent |
55 |
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If the quick spirit of your eye |
55-56 |
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Late when love I seem'd to slight |
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Ah! Chloris, could I now but sit |
56-57 |
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Graces and the wand'ring loves, The |
57 |
2 |
Say, lovely dream, where could'st thou find |
58 |
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Come little infant love me now |
58-59 |
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Gentle air, thou breath of lovers |
59-60 |
4 |
She loves, and she confesses too |
60 |
4 |
'Tis now since I sat down before |
61-62 |
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Pursuing beauty, men descry |
62 |
5 |
Stella and Flavia every hour |
62-63 |
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When gentle Celia first I knew |
63-64 |
7 |
When first upon your tender cheek |
64-65 |
5 |
As Ariana young and fair |
65 |
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When first I saw Lucinda;s face |
66 |
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Chloris, yourself you so excel |
66 |
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Strephon has fashion, wit and youth |
66-67 |
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At Cynthia's feet I sigh'd, I pray'd |
67 |
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Wine, wine in the morning |
68 |
3 |
In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest |
68-69 |
5 |
Should some perverse malignant star |
69 |
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Why will Florella while I gaze |
69-70 |
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It was a friar of orders gray |
71-74 |
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Turn, gentle hermit of the dale |
74-76 |
39 |
Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair |
76-80 |
18 |
When all was wrapt in dark midnight |
80-82 |
17 |
'Twas when the seas were roaring |
82-83 |
5 |
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd |
83-85 |
8 |
Daphnis stood pensive in the shade |
85-86 |
8 |
Despairing beside a clear stream |
86-88 |
7 |
As on a summer's day |
88-89 |
8 |
Alexis shun'd his fellow swains [sic] |
89-90 |
6 |
One morning very early, one morning in the spring |
90-91 |
6 |
Sun was sunk beneath the hill, The |
91-92 |
6 |
What beauties does Flora disclose? |
92-93 |
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Far in the windings of a vale |
93-95 |
24 |
Western sky was purl'd o'er, The [sic] |
95-97 |
14 |
O'er moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare |
97-98 |
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Ye shepherds so chearful and gay [sic] |
98-99 |
6 |
My banks they are furnish'd with bees |
99-101 |
8 |
Why will you my passion reprove? |
101-102 |
7 |
Ye shepherds give air to my lay [sic] |
102-104 |
6 |
Come, shepherds, we'll follow the hearse |
104 |
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When Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth |
105 |
6 |
Give us glasses, my wench |
105-106 |
4 |
Well met, my good friends, to the laudable ends |
106-107 |
7 |
Bacchus, rosy god of wine |
107-108 |
3 |
If life is a bubble, and breaks with a blast |
108 |
5 |
To banish life's troubles, the Grecian old sage |
108-109 |
3 |
Since life's but a span, as philosophers say |
109 |
6 |
Bacchus. god of rosy wine |
109-110 |
6 |
When Bacchus first planted the vine |
110-111 |
4 |
Hail! madeira, thou juice divine! |
111-112 |
6 |
Whate'er squeamish lovers may say |
112-113 |
5 |
Festive board was met, the social band, The |
113 |
4 |
When I drain the rosy bowl |
113-114 |
7 |
While others barter ease for state |
114-115 |
4 |
Within a cool and pleasant shade |
115 |
5 |
If the treasur'd gold could give |
115-116 |
3 |
My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine |
116 |
5 |
Busy, curious, thirsty fly |
116 |
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By the gaily circling glass |
117 |
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What Cato advises most certainly wise, is |
117 |
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Banish sorrow, let's drink and be merry, boys |
117-118 |
3 |
Fill your glasses, banish grief |
118 |
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Thirsty earth sucks up the show'rs, The |
118-119 |
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Roving about, good fellows to meet |
119 |
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Now we are free from college rules |
119-120 |
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O the days when I was young! |
121 |
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Pho! pox o' this nonsense, I pry'thee give o'er |
121-122 |
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Contented I am, and contented I'll be |
122 |
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You know that our ancient philosophers hold |
122-123 |
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We'll drink, and we'll never have done, boys |
123 |
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Drunk as a dragon sure is he |
123-124 |
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There was once, it is said |
124-126 |
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Hark! hark away! away to the downs! |
126-127 |
7 |
Last Valentine's day when bright Phoebus shone clear |
128 |
5 |
Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
128-129 |
6 |
I am a jolly huntsman |
129-131 |
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Hark! hark! the joy-inspiring horn |
132 |
4 |
From the East breaks the morn |
132-133 |
5 |
To the chase, to the chase; on the brow of the hill |
133 |
3 |
Hark, hark ye, how echoes the horn in the vale |
134 |
2 |
When Phoebus begins just to peep o'er the hills |
134 |
3 |
Come push the bowl about |
135 |
3 |
Life is chequer'd---toil and pleasure |
135-136 |
4 |
How oft at the dawn of the day |
136 |
2 |
In storms when clouds obscure the sky |
136-137 |
5 |
I've known what 'tis to face a foe |
137 |
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Ye frolicksome sparks of the game |
137-138 |
6 |
To Heaven's high Architect all praise |
139 |
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It is like the dew of Hermon |
139 |
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Grant us, kind Heav'n, what we request |
139-140 |
4 |
Oh! Masonry our hearts inspire |
140-141 |
4 |
Wake the lute and quav'ring strings |
141 |
4 |
Hail to the Craft! at whose serene command |
141-142 |
3 |
What solemn sounds on holy Sinai rung |
142-143 |
2 |
Ye spirits pure, that rous'd the tuneful throng |
143 |
3 |
Daughter of gods, fair virtue, if to thee |
143-144 |
4 |
Ye sons of great science, impatient to learn |
144-145 |
6 |
When the Deity's word |
145 |
4 |
Let Masonry, from pole to pole |
145-146 |
2 |
Unite, unite, your voices raise |
146 |
5 |
'Ere God the universe began |
146-147 |
5 |
Genius of Masonry descend |
147-148 |
5 |
When first a Mason I was made |
148 |
4 |
Fidelity once had a fancy to move |
148-149 |
8 |
Glorious Craft, which fires the mind |
149-150 |
4 |
Come let us prepare |
150-151 |
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Hail masonry! thou Craft divine! |
151-152 |
6 |
On, on, my dear brethren, pursue thy great lecture |
152 |
6 |
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