PAGE Come, bounteous May! in fulness of thy might.. .... 49 Come, shepherd swains, that wont to hear me sing.... 55 Come, if you dare, our trumpets sound... Comrades, replenish the heart-cheering bowl..... Come, thou rosy-dimpled boy..... Come bind my hair, ye wood-nymphs fair.. Charming to love is morning's hour.... Come hither boy, if thou wilt learn to thrive, then D. Die not, fond man, before thy day. Discord, dire sister of the slaught'ring pow'r .... Desolate is the dwelling of Mona.. PAGE 67 68 ib. 69 Due begl' Occhi lucente.... Dear father, the girl you design me in marriage..... Divine Cecelia! goddess, heav'nly maid ... Deserted by the waning moon .... ARAKAN ib. .... 73 ib. 74 ib. 76 77 ib. Deh! dove, senza me, dolce mia vita Delightful scene! in which appear.. Dissi all'amata mia..... E. Æthereal race, inhabitants of air.... F. From Oberon, in fairy land ...... Fill the bowl with rosy wine........ From this roof my shepherd went.. Fair Phillis I saw sitting all alone.... 79 ib. 80. 78 80 81 ib. 82 ib. PAGE I've often heard her say that she lov'd posies... ...... S2 Fair Aurora prithee stay.... Fair, sweet, cruel, why dost thou fly me. Fair Ellen like a lilly grew..... Father of light and life! thou good supreme... Friendship, thou social bond of life. Fear no more the heat of the sun.. ib. 89 Fly, Love, to heav'n above, and look out Fortune.... ib Flora now calleth forth each flow'r .... From the fair Lavinian shore..... Fair Susan did her wife hode well maintain... Flow, O my tears! flow, and cease not ib. 92 93 ib. 94 ib. 95 Father of heroes.... Fill high the grape's exulting stream. Fill all the glasses, fill them high... G. Great Bacchus, O aid us to sing thy great glory ib. Gaily I liv'd, as ease and nature taught ....... 96 Go, idle boy, I quit thy bow'r..... ib. Great Apollo, strike the lyre..... Good night, good rest?-Ah! neither be my share... 97 Gales of ev'ning, while she slumbers.. 98 ib." Gay Bacchus lay sleeping one day in a shade.... Go tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies... Go tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies. Gone is my heart, for ever gone. Turn, Amarillis, to thy swain... PAGE 101 ib. 102 ib. 103 ib. 104 105 106 ib. 107 Go Damon go, Amarillis bids adieu.... Go, plaintive breeze, to Laura's flow'ry bier..... H. Hark! the lark at heav'n's gate sings Hark! the bonny Christ-church bells. ib. 108 ib. ib. 109 ib. 110 ib. 111 ib. Hail! smiling morn! that tips the hills with gold..... ib. Here lies my wife, poor Phillis! let her lie Hail, golden lyre! whose heav'n invented string... с 117 PAGE Hark! the curfew's solemn sound.... Hail! happy meeting! vintage now is done... How often have I seen the gen'rous bowl... 117 118 ib. 119 120 ib. 121 ib. 122 Hail! ever pleasing solitude..... 123 Hark! my Daridcar! hark! we're call'd below...... 124 How calm the evening, see the falling day.... 128 Hail! hallow'd fane! amidst whose mould'ring shrines ib. Here awa', there awa', wandering Willie...... 129 Happy are we met.... 130 Hail! all hail! Britannia, queen of isles.. Hark! hark! 'tis a voice from the tomb.. How soft sleeps the beams of yon moon on the breast. 136 138 I. I have been young, though now grown old.. |