In awful pause, while heav'n's revenge is slow.... Joan said to John, when he stopt her t'other day It was a friar, of orders grey.. .... Jack, thou'rt a toper, let's have t'other quart.. 143 In a vale clos'd with woodland, where grottoes abound 146 It was a lover, and his lass...... 147 In the lonely vale of streams abides the narrow soul .. ib. I follow! lo! the footing still of my lovely cruel...... 157 If doughty deeds my ladye please.. I pierced the grove, and in the deepest gloom..... I never knew a sprightly fair that was not dear to me.. Is it the purple grape that throws.... Is it night? would darkness fright us... L. Lightly tread, 'tis hallow'd ground.... Lawn as white as driven snow. Let happy lovers fly, where pleasure's call... Let Omnibus Wiccamicis in a bumper now go round.. Live to-day, enjoy each blessing Love and folly were at play... PAGE 162 163 ib. 164 165 166 ib. 167 ib. 168 Loud blowe the wyndes with blustering breath... Let us, my Lesbia, live and love Lady, those cherries plenty.. Lone dweller of the rock, whose echoes mourn Long may live my lovely Hetty.... L'ape e la serpe spesso Let India boast her plants, nor envy we Lads and lasses, hither come.. Love in thine eyes for ever plays Let not rage, thy bosom firing.... ib. 169 170 ib. 171 ib. 172 ib. 173 ib. Let's drink and let's sing together... ...... Laudate nomen Domini, vos Servi Domini.. 174 175 176 ib. 177 ib. 178 ib. 179 ib. Lovely seems the moon's fair lustre... M. ib. 182 ib. 183 184 .... 189 190 My pocket's low, and taxes high.... May your heroes, far and near .... Music has pow'r to melt the soul.. Melting airs soft joys inspire.... .... ib. 191 ib. 192 ib. 193 ib. 194 My Phillida, adieu! love, for evermore farewell..... Mona on Snowdon calls... Mark! mortals, mark! with awe profound... 'Midst silent shades and purling streams..... Mark'd your her eye, of heav'nly blue Mr. Conductor, if you please..... My fair is beautiful as love. Music, miraculous rhet'rick, that speakest sense..... N. Non fide al mar che freme.... No riches from his scanty store.... Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger. Now the hungry lions roar. No stormy winter enters there.... Nymph of the forest! who on this mountain... PAGE 204 ib. 205 ib. 206 ib. 207 ib. 208 ib. 209 210 211 212 ib. O happy man! when youth reigns o'er thy hours.... 215 O youth, thou morning of delight.... 216 O turn to Hebe's blooming shrine... ib. O voi che sospirate a miglior notti... O mistress mine! where are you roaming. Of Britain's wooden walls be now my song. O thou that rollest above... 220 ib. 221 Oh thou, sweet bird! that sits on some lone spray.... PAGE 221 O hear a pensive prisoner's pray'r, for liberty who sighs. 222 ib. go with thee, my love.. 223 224 Oh, Love! how swift thy fairest prospects fade...... ib. O memory! celestial maid............. O sing unto mie roundelaie.... 228 ib. 229 O who has seen the Miller's wife... Oh! sweetest of thy lovely race. O liberty! thou goddess, heav'nly bright. O come O bella l'ardor de vini... Oh that the learned poets of this time.. O thou, where'er (thie bones att rest).. .... ib. 230 ib. 231 ib. 232 ib. O thou! whose notes could oft remove. O snatch me swift from these tempestuous scenes O night! more pleasing than the brightest day If free from every foreign thrall..... Oh my love's like a red red rose. O come, ye fair, while blooming May.. O fancy! parent of the muse.... O gentle sleep! O gentle sleep! I cry'd... On a bank, beside a willow..... O sad and watchful waits thy lover.. |