First Line |
Page |
Verses |
See beneath yon bow'r of roses |
1-2 |
4 |
Young Lubin was a shepherd boy |
2 |
3 |
Tell me, babbling echo, why |
3 |
4 |
As Chloe, the fair, in the heat of the day |
3-4 |
6 |
Whither my love, ah whither art thou gone! |
4 |
2 |
Go, lovely rose! |
5 |
3 |
How pleas'd within my native bowers |
5-6 |
4 |
In airy dreams soft fancy flies |
6 |
2 |
Water parted from the sea |
6-7 |
4 |
Ask you who is singing here |
7-8 |
5 |
When Werter first Charlotte beheld |
8 |
3 |
One kind kiss before we part |
9 |
3 |
Go, gentle zephyr! go and bear |
9-10 |
6 |
Hope whisper'd a flattering tale |
10 |
4 |
Not the soft sighs of vernal gales |
11 |
3 |
Ye swains, when radiant beauty moves |
11-12 |
3 |
Some women take delight in dress |
12-13 |
4 |
Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen |
13 |
1 |
Encompass'd in an angel's frame |
14 |
4 |
From place to place, forlorn I go |
15 |
2 |
Thou soft-flowing Avon, by thy silver stream |
15-16 |
4 |
It rains, it rains, my fair |
16-17 |
13 |
When first I saw thee graceful move |
18 |
3 |
Come, dear Amanda, quit the town |
18-19 |
2 |
Hush ev'ry breeze, let nothing move |
19 |
3 |
Come thou lovely peace of mind |
19-20 |
3 |
By the side of a grove, at the foot of a hill |
20-21 |
4 |
Woman, thoughtless, giddy creature |
21 |
4 |
Ma chere amie, my charming fair |
21-22 |
3 |
When Delia on the plain appears |
22-23 |
5 |
Love's a pain that works our woe |
23 |
4 |
Deign, tuneful nine, to aid my lay |
23-24 |
3 |
O Memory! thou fond deceiver |
24 |
2 |
Vain is the thin disguise of art |
25 |
2 |
Return enraptur'd hours |
25-26 |
3 |
Perhaps it is not love, said I |
26-27 |
4 |
Quickly, Delia, learn my passion |
27 |
2 |
Awake, my love, with genial ray |
27-28 |
2 |
If in that breast, so good, so pure |
28 |
2 |
Shepherd, of fortune possest, The |
28-30 |
9 |
Amidst a bank of rosy flowers |
30-31 |
4 |
Nymphs I hate, who wan and pale |
31-32 |
6 |
When clouds that angel face deform |
32 |
2 |
From her, alas! whose smile was love |
32-33 |
4 |
Dawn of hope my soul revives, A |
33 |
4 |
Under the green-wood tree |
34 |
2 |
Whoe'er with curious eye has rang'd |
34-35 |
4 |
For ever, fortune! wilt thou prove |
35-36 |
2 |
How happy was my morn of love |
36 |
4 |
I told my nymph, I told her true |
37 |
5 |
How oft, Louisa, hast thou said |
37-38 |
4 |
'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat |
38-39 |
3 |
What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove |
39-40 |
3 |
In infancy our hopes and fears |
40 |
2 |
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass |
40-41 |
3 |
From glaring shew and giddy noise |
41 |
3 |
In the garden of love, as the garden of Flora |
41-42 |
2 |
Why sleeps the thunder in the skies |
42 |
2 |
From thee, Eliza, I must go |
42-43 |
2 |
In the world's crooked path where I've been |
43 |
3 |
See, I languish! see I faint! |
43-44 |
2 |
With truth on her lips she my infancy form'd |
44 |
3 |
Ah! tell me no more, my dear girl, with a sigh |
44-45 |
4 |
Thy fatal shafts unerring move |
45 |
4 |
Corydon beneath a willow |
46 |
5 |
Who can suspect sweet Marian's faith |
46-47 |
4 |
Beauty and wit, illustrious maid |
47 |
4 |
Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The |
48 |
2 |
Oh! had I been by fate decreed |
48-49 |
3 |
Gentle airs sweet joys impart |
49 |
2 |
My fair one's like the roseate morn |
49-50 |
3 |
Say---what kind of revenge shall I take? |
50 |
2 |
O thou! whose love-inspiring air |
50-51 |
4 |
This cold flinty heart it is you who have warm'd! |
51 |
3 |
Say, my dear maid, can nought express |
52 |
4 |
Child of the summer, charming rose! |
52-53 |
3 |
Sweet inmate--Sensibility! |
53 |
2 |
Love's a gentle, gen'rous, passion |
54 |
4 |
Fragrant lily of the vale, The |
54-55 |
6 |
Truth from thy radiant throne look down |
55 |
2 |
Come, dear Pastora, come away! |
56-57 |
4 |
Shepherds, shepherds, hither come! |
57 |
4 |
My time, O ye Muses! was happily spent |
58-59 |
5 |
Under friendship's calmer form |
59 |
4 |
Far on the sands the low retiring tide |
60 |
2 |
Vain phantom Hope---delusive cheat! |
60-61 |
3 |
Drink to me only with thine eyes |
61 |
2 |
Say, lovely maid, with down-cast eye |
61-62 |
5 |
Ere love did first my thoughts employ |
62-63 |
2 |
How happy was each gliding hour |
63 |
2 |
Charming Clarinda, every note |
63-64 |
2 |
By my sighs you may discover |
64 |
2 |
No more from fair to fair I'll rove |
64-65 |
3 |
When first upon your tender cheek |
65-66 |
5 |
Gentle shepherds, tell a stranger |
66 |
4 |
Ah! Delia see the fatal hour |
66-67 |
3 |
Primroses deck the banks green side |
67-68 |
3 |
How sweet is the blush of the morn |
68-69 |
4 |
Ye virgin pow'rs, defend my heart |
69 |
2 |
From the light down that mocks the gale |
69-70 |
4 |
When William at eve meets me down at the stile |
70 |
2 |
Sweet are the banks when spring perfumes |
70-71 |
3 |
Conflict's o'er, my love adieu, The |
71-72 |
2 |
Art thou fled, Elvira, say |
72-73 |
7 |
Oh! tell me, memory, no more |
73 |
2 |
Soft zephyr, on thy balmy wing |
73-74 |
3 |
Where Thames's silver currents glide |
74-75 |
4 |
For me my fair a wreath has wove |
75 |
3 |
One morning by the early dawn |
75-76 |
9 |
Charms which blooming beauty shews, The |
77 |
5 |
O clear that cruel doubting brow |
77-78 |
4 |
Hence, far hence, corroding care |
78 |
4 |
Eliza! once in prospect fair |
79-80 |
8 |
Wherefore bid me cease to sigh? |
80 |
3 |
Go, tuneful bird, that glads the skies |
80-81 |
4 |
Ye balmy gales, that gently blow |
81 |
3 |
By love too long depriv'd of rest |
81-82 |
3 |
Little wand'rer, ah forbear! |
82-83 |
4 |
Mein liebster freund, my dearest friend |
83 |
4 |
Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove |
84-85 |
4 |
Whilst I with love's persuasive charms |
85-86 |
6 |
Young Colin having much to say |
86-87 |
3 |
In my pleasant native plains |
87 |
3 |
Adieu ye groves, ye meadows fair |
88 |
3 |
How imperfect is expression |
88-89 |
3 |
Look, lovely maid, on yonder flow'r |
89-90 |
10 |
Sun was sinking in the West, The |
91 |
4 |
Soft breathing, the zephyrs awaken the grove |
92 |
2 |
When gentle Celia first I knew |
92-93 |
7 |
Lone bird of eve, whose liquid throat |
93-94 |
4 |
Prythee, muse, indite my song |
94-95 |
3 |
Ah! seek to know, what place detains |
95 |
2 |
Moon had climb'd the highest hill, The |
95-96 |
4 |
Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The |
96-97 |
2 |
Ma bien Aimee, why is that face |
97 |
2 |
Let all your boast of wealth and love |
98-99 |
4 |
Among the swains upon the green |
99-100 |
3 |
Know ye men that female lovers |
100 |
3 |
Delia's smile is wealth to me |
100-101 |
5 |
Zephyr, come, thou playful minion |
101 |
2 |
No more in field or shady grove |
101-102 |
4 |
Waft to her ear, kind gentle breeze |
102 |
2 |
Graces, virgins, fam'd of old, The |
102-103 |
5 |
Gentle winds, ah! cease to murmur |
103-104 |
2 |
Rise, ye fav'rites of the Muses |
104 |
3 |
Her mouth, which a smile |
105 |
2 |
In the morn as I walk thro' the mead |
105-106 |
4 |
Why will you plague me with your pain? |
106-107 |
2 |
Sweetest flow'rs are doom'd to fade |
107 |
2 |
Tell me thou soul of her I love! |
107-108 |
2 |
Raise your voices, what a pother |
108-109 |
4 |
No nymph that trips the verdant plain |
109-110 |
5 |
My fond shepherds of late were so blest |
110 |
2 |
Ah! why should love with tyrant sway |
111 |
2 |
Hark! hark! 'tis a voice from the tomb! |
111-112 |
5 |
'Midst silent shades and pearling streams |
112 |
1 |
O Nancy, wilt thou go with me |
113 |
4 |
Aletta, lovely girl, farewell! |
114 |
5 |
Each beauty does Flora disclose |
114-115 |
8 |
How can I forget the fond hour |
116 |
2 |
When first I knew young Sandy's face |
116-117 |
5 |
Come live with me, and be my love |
117-118 |
6 |
If all the world and love were young |
118-119 |
6 |
Why, cruel creature, why so bent |
119 |
4 |
Cold blew the wind---no gleam of light |
119-120 |
4 |
No glory I covet, no riches I want |
120-121 |
5 |
What wakes this new pain in my breast |
121 |
3 |
Ah! come Eliza, lovely maid |
122 |
2 |
Say, Mira, why is gentle love |
122 |
3 |
Humid seat of soft affection |
122-123 |
4 |
A courting I went to my love |
123-124 |
3 |
Emma, should I your tears regard |
124 |
2 |
How oft at the dawn of the day |
124-125 |
4 |
Our grotto was the sweetest place |
125 |
2 |
Fields now are looking so gay, The |
125-126 |
3 |
See down Maria's blushing cheek |
126-127 |
2 |
Ah, gentle zephyr! ah! if e'er |
127 |
2 |
Mama has often mention'd love |
127 |
3 |
His shafts, the terror of the skies |
128 |
2 |
Farewell, forever, charming fair |
128 |
2 |
Dare a timid youth confess |
128-129 |
3 |
Come Fancy! thou who canst regain |
129-130 |
3 |
Swains and the virgins so gay, The |
130 |
4 |
How oft, Maria, hast thou said |
130-131 |
2 |
My love, the pride of hill and plain |
131 |
3 |
Dying thrush young Edwin found, A |
132 |
3 |
Soft the gales of ardent love |
132-133 |
5 |
How gaily flourishes the rose |
133 |
3 |
Ere I beheld Eliza's form |
134 |
3 |
Tho' the Muses ne'er smile by the light of the sun |
134-135 |
3 |
Blest flower, that for my swain I chose |
135 |
2 |
As on yon village lawn I stray'd |
135-136 |
3 |
Queen of the garden! O how oft |
136 |
3 |
There's something in kissing, I cannot tell why |
137 |
2 |
Men are ugly, clumsy creatures |
137 |
3 |
To pity's mild breast shall the sigh |
138 |
2 |
Mon coeur, adieu! adieu my heart! |
138 |
3 |
How blest were my days, O ye swains! |
138-139 |
6 |
Sprightly eye, the rosy cheek, The |
139-140 |
4 |
Ah! why do silently grieve |
140-[141] |
5 |
Repel those pensive sighs |
[141] |
5 |
Enraptur'd I gaze when my Delia is by |
142 |
3 |
Yet awhile, sweet sleep, deceive me |
142 |
2 |
Kiss that he gave, when he left me behind, The |
143 |
|
I envy not the mighty great |
143-144 |
3 |
Beneath a weeping willow's shade |
144 |
2 |
When innocence and beauty meet |
144-145 |
4 |
Ye halcyon hours adieu! |
145-146 |
3 |
When love hath charm'd the virgin's ear |
146 |
3 |
As I was walking one morning in May |
146-147 |
3 |
Possest of ev'ry grace of form |
147-148 |
4 |
My love is gone to sea |
148-149 |
3 |
Come, peace of mind, delightful guest! |
149-150 |
4 |
Rouse Florella! angel sleeping! |
150-151 |
3 |
Silver rain, the pearly dew, The |
151 |
2 |
Shepherds, I have lost my love |
151-152 |
4 |
My days have been so wond'rous free |
152-153 |
7 |
Oh! soft remembrance, airy sprite |
153 |
3 |
One night when all the village slept |
153-154 |
3 |
You gave me last week a young linnet |
154 |
1 |
Unkown to affliction till urg'd by extremes |
155 |
4 |
Thyrsis, a young and am'rous swain |
155-156 |
4 |
Nor on beds of fading flowers |
156 |
2 |
Traveller benighted and lost, The |
157 |
3 |
When thy beauty appears |
157-158 |
3 |
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still |
158 |
2 |
Young Strephon, pride of yonder plain |
159 |
4 |
Virtue, soft balm of every woe |
159-160 |
3 |
Hence to the plains, my helpless flocks |
160 |
3 |
Vainly now ye strive to charm me |
160 |
2 |
In spring, my dear shepherds. your flow'rets are gay |
161 |
3 |
Tho' misfortunes oppress me |
161-162 |
2 |
Thro' groves sequester'd, dark, and still |
162 |
4 |
No pastime, no sport can with hunting compare |
163 |
3 |
Hark! hark! the joy-inspiring horn |
163-164 |
4 |
Ye sportsmen draw near and ye sportswomen too |
164-165 |
3 |
Sweet scented beau and a simp'ring young cit, A |
165-166 |
3 |
Hunters are up and the ruddy fac'd morn, The |
166 |
4 |
Echoing horn calls the sportsman abroad, The |
167 |
4 |
Blush of Aurora now tinges the morn, The |
167-168 |
3 |
Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day |
168-169 |
3 |
Twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, The |
169-170 |
2 |
Moment Aurora peep'd into my room, The |
170-171 |
5 |
How sweet in the woodlands, with fleet hound and horn |
171-172 |
2 |
Sun from the East tips the mountains with gold, The |
172-173 |
5 |
What pleasure can compare |
173-174 |
3 |
I sail'd in the good ship the Kitty |
174 |
4 |
Sir Solomon Simons, when he did wed |
176-177 |
7 |
'Twas in cold winter when my love |
177 |
2 |
Young Jamie lov'd me well and ask'd me for his bride |
177-178 |
4 |
See what I've brought my love fra' town |
178 |
2 |
Let other girls, who know not truth |
179 |
2 |
Sailor boldly ploughs the deep, The |
179-180 |
3 |
Now ev'ry dawn of hope is fled |
180 |
1 |
Oh! Jenny! art thou false indeed? |
180-181 |
2 |
When I was a younker, and liv'd with my dad |
181-182 |
3 |
How blest the life a sailor leads |
182-183 |
3 |
Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd |
183-184 |
3 |
When a little merry he |
184 |
2 |
When seated with Sall, all my messmates around |
185 |
3 |
How sweet when the silver moon is blinking |
186 |
2 |
Sportive lamb, the new fledg'd dove, The |
186 |
2 |
While up the shrouds the sailor goes |
187 |
4 |
Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear |
187-188 |
2 |
Go patter to lubbers and swabs d' ye see |
188-189 |
4 |
When Jack parted from me, to plough the salt deep |
190-191 |
3 |
What cheer my dear Poll---did'nt I tell you as how [sic] |
191-193 |
4 |
Poor Jack, whose gay heart kept his spirits aloft |
193-195 |
4 |
I travers'd Judah's barren sand |
195-196 |
3 |
Time has not thin'd my flowing hair [sic] |
196 |
2 |
Ye scamps, ye pads, ye divers, and all upon the lay |
196-197 |
5 |
How pleasant a sailor's life passes |
198 |
3 |
Now the wintry storm is o'er |
199 |
4 |
Come listen now my friends, to an old dogs queer story [sic] |
199-201 |
7 |
By her own lovely self that's my choice and delight |
201 |
2 |
Billet-doux oh! didst thou bear, The |
202 |
2 |
Ah tell me ye swains have you seen my Pastora |
202-203 |
3 |
Kirkaldy is a bonny place |
203-204 |
3 |
How happily my life I led |
204-205 |
2 |
Adieu, adieu, my only life |
205-206 |
3 |
To Anacreon in Heav'n, where he sat in full glee |
206-208 |
6 |
Young Jocky he courted sweet Moggy so fair |
208-209 |
6 |
Voyage over seas had not enter'd my head, A |
209-210 |
3 |
O say simple maid, have you form'd any notion |
210-211 |
4 |
O'er my toli-wither'd limbs sickly langours are spread |
211 |
4 |
I was, d' ye see a waterman |
212-213 |
4 |
If, bold and brave, thou can'st not bear |
214 |
3 |
Since by cutting off tribes all our glories increase |
215-216 |
4 |
Returning from the fair one eve |
216 |
3 |
Ye lovers of fashion, ye belles and ye beaux |
217 |
3 |
Why must I appear so deceitful? |
217 |
2 |
Tho' prudence may press me |
218 |
2 |
Nymph who in my bosom reigns, The |
218 |
1 |
Some how my spindle I mislaid |
218-219 |
3 |
When Liberty, to bless mankind |
219-220 |
4 |
O! dear, what can the matter be |
220-221 |
2 |
Gay Strephon long studied my heart to obtain |
221-222 |
4 |
There was Dorothy Dump, would mutter and mump |
222 |
4 |