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Short Title Nightingale, 1800 
Title Nightingale, The 
Pages 125 
Publisher  
Location AoA 
Date 1800 
Place Dedham 
Data Place AoA: SM49123 
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As my cow I was milking just now in the vale  3-4 
Young ladies in town, and all who live round 
To ease his heart, and own his flame 
One summer's eve, as Nancy, fair  6-7 
Beautious starling late I saw, A  7-8 
As 'cross the field the other morn  8-9 
Scenes of my youth! ye once were dear  9-11 
'Twas on a pleasant hill I stood  11-12 
Stranger, wouldst thou enter here  12-13 
And are you sure the news is true  13-14 
From the East breaks the morn  15-16 
Ah! Delia see the fatal hours  16-18 
Dusky night rides down the sky, The  18-19 
'Twas in the green meadows so gay  19-20 
Tho' oft we meet severe distress  20-21 
Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays  21-23 
As Dolly sat milking her cow  23-24 
When the rosy morn appearing  24-25 
Say, have you seen my Arabell?  25-26 
Oh Lord! what a terrible fright I am in  26-27 
Attention pray give while of hobbies I sing  27-28 
I once was both social and gay  28-29 
Come here, come here, my pretty dear  30-31 
All nature is cheerful and gay  31 
Trust not woman, she'll beguile you  31-32 
Trust not man for hell deceive you [sic]  32 
Sweet briar grows in the merry green wood, The  33-34 
I gaze from the brow of the steep  34-35 
Tender softness, infant mild!  35-36 
Jenny! hide your milk-white bosom  36 
John Bull, for pastime took a prance  37-38 
Woman is to---but stay---, A  38-39 
Our immortal poet's page  40-43 
While wrapt in fancy's airy dreams  43 
One morn, on the brow of a hill  44-45 
Well here I am;---and what of that?  45-46 
Hey! what's the bustle? what's the stir?  46-47 
Lovely tenant of the grove  48 
Can aught be more fair to the eye  49-50 
Dear is my little native vale  50-51 
Ye Muses! pour the pitying tear  51-52 
As free as air I've rov'd till now  52-53 
One night I dreampt I lay most easy [sic]  53-55 
Sweet country life is delightful & charming, A  55-56 
'Twas on one morning something soon  56-57 
Fair one is false to her word, The  57-58 
Mine be a cot beside a hill  58-59 
I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hills  59-60 
Let the tempest of war  60-61 
Friendship to every willing mind  61-62 
'Twas on the morn of sweet May day  63-64 
Sure a lass in her blossom, at the age of nineteen [sic]  64-65 
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still  65-67 
As th'other day milking I sat in the vale  67-68 
Return, enraptur'd hours  68-69 
O'er moorlands and mountains rude, barren and bare  69-70 
Leave, neighbours, your work, and to sport and to play  71-72 
As bringing home, the other day  72-73 
Last time I came o'er the moor, The  73-74 
Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove  74-75 
Young Colin once courted Myrtilla the prude  76 
As sound as a nut o'er the plains  77-78  10 
Ye nymphs who unthinkingly rove  78-80  12 
Mild as the beauty of fourteen  80-81 
When innocence and beauty meet  82 
You tell me I'm handsome, (I know not how true)  82-83 
One April morn, reclin'd in bed  83-85  14 
Good people all attend to me, I'll sing you a merry tale, sir  86-88 
Bosom of earth is matted with leaves, The  89-90 
Whene'er with haggard eyes I view  90-91 
Again thou rosy dimpled Maid return?  92-93 
Little insect that on high  93-94 
Their groves of sweet myrtal, let foreign lands reckon  94-95 
Hope and fear alternate rising  95 
Believe my sighs, my tears, my dear  96 
Where social mirth with pleasure reigns  96-97 
This world, my dear Mira, is full of deceit  97-98 
What pleasure can compare, with sleighing with the fair  98-99 
How sweet through the woodlands, with fleet hound and horn  99 
My Sally is fair as the flow'rs  100-101 
Stella and Flavia, every hour  101-102 
O yes my good people draw near  102-104  12 
Gentle willow, lend thy shade  104 
Hail Columbia! happy land  105-107 
Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought  107-110 
For ages on ages by tyranny bound  110-111 
Unfold, Father Time, thy long records unfold  111-112 
Full twenty years, an honest man in black  112-114 
Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise  114-116  12 
To a mouldering cavern, the mansion of woe  116-117 
I wonder what the racket means  117-119 
Give me a lad with a black cockade  119-122  16 
Sainted shades, who dar'd to brave  122-123 
Come join hand in hand, brave Americans all  124-125 
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