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Come, bounteous May! in fulness of thy might..

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Come, shepherd swains, that wont to hear me sing....

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Come, if you dare, our trumpets sound...

Comrades, replenish the heart-cheering bowl.....

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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

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Die not, fond man, before thy day.

Discord, dire sister of the slaught'ring pow'r ....

Desolate is the dwelling of Mona..

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Due begl' Occhi lucente....

Dear father, the girl you design me in marriage.....

Divine Cecelia! goddess, heav'nly maid ...

Deserted by the waning moon ....
Doubt thou the stars are fire.....
Delusive, sightless, god of warm desire.
Dainty, fine bird, thou art encaged there.
Drink to-night...

ARAKAN

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Deh! dove, senza me, dolce mia vita
Daughter of heav'n! whose magic call...

Delightful scene! in which appear..

Dissi all'amata mia.....

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Æthereal race, inhabitants of air....
E'er sin could blight, or sorrow fade.
Ev'ry bush new springing...

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From Oberon, in fairy land ......

Fill the bowl with rosy wine........

From this roof my shepherd went..

Fair Phillis I saw sitting all alone....
From peace and social joy Medusa flies..
Flora gave me fairest flowers,...

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I've often heard her say that she lov'd posies...

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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.

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Fear no more the heat of the sun..

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Fly, Love, to heav'n above, and look out Fortune.... ib

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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

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Father of heroes....

Fill high the grape's exulting stream.

Fill all the glasses, fill them high...

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Great Bacchus, O aid us to sing thy great glory

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Gaily I liv'd, as ease and nature taught .......

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Go, idle boy, I quit thy bow'r.....

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Great Apollo, strike the lyre.....

Good night, good rest?-Ah! neither be my share... 97

Gales of ev'ning, while she slumbers..

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Gay Bacchus lay sleeping one day in a shade....

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Go tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies...
Gentle air, thou breath of lovers...
Gently touch the warbling lyre.....
Gallant and gayly on the waves riding..
Go, feeble tyrant, and in vain
Good statesmen need not only wit....

Go tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies.

Gone is my heart, for ever gone.

Turn, Amarillis, to thy swain...

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Go Damon go, Amarillis bids adieu....

Go, plaintive breeze, to Laura's flow'ry bier.....

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Hark! the lark at heav'n's gate sings
How merrily we live that shepherds be...
How merrily we live that masons be...
Have you Sir John Hawkins's History.
Here in cool grot and mossy cell..
Here's a health to all good lasses..
Halcyon days, now wars are ending.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest..
How sweet, how fresh, this vernal day.

Hark! the bonny Christ-church bells.
Hence all ye vain delights...

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Hail! smiling morn! that tips the hills with gold..... ib.

Here lies my wife, poor Phillis! let her lie
How dread the crash! how vivid is the glare

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Hail, golden lyre! whose heav'n invented string...

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Hark! the curfew's solemn sound....

Hail! happy meeting! vintage now is done...
How should we mortals spend our hours.
Hark! the hollow woods resounding...
Hush to peace each ruder wind.....

How often have I seen the gen'rous bowl...
Hail! happy Albion! queen of isles.....
Health to my dear, and long unbroken years.
Haste my Nannette.....

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Hail! ever pleasing solitude.....

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Hark! my Daridcar! hark! we're call'd below......

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How calm the evening, see the falling day....

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Hail! hallow'd fane! amidst whose mould'ring shrines

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Here awa', there awa', wandering Willie......

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Happy are we met....

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Hail! all hail! Britannia, queen of isles..

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Hark! hark! 'tis a voice from the tomb..

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How soft sleeps the beams of yon moon on the breast.
Had I but the torrent's might... .

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I have been young, though now grown old..
In paper case

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