Ah! why must words my Alexis shunn'd his fellow swains All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd All my past life is mine no more flame reveal 110 67 58 203 At Cynthia's feet I pray'd, I wept 238 Away, let nought to love displeasing 159 264 Bid me when forty winters more 101 152 Damon, if you will believe me Dear Chloe what means this disdain 197 60 314 Fly, thoughtless youth, th' enchantress fly For tenderness fram'd in life's early day From all uneasy passions free From anxious zeal and factious strife From place to place forlorn I go Gentle air, thou breath of lovers Had I a heart for falsehood framed Hard is the fate of him who loves 134 155 309 133 320 143 226 326 201 305 129 104 310 124 306 Hark, hark, 'tis a voice from the tomb 295 How blest has my time been, what days have I known 274 I prithee send me back my heart If all the world and love were young I'll power range around the shady bow'rs In a cottage embosom'd within a deep shade In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve 241 196 191 It was a friar of order gray 37 Late when love I seem'd to slight Let not love on me bestow Let the ambitious favor find Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by My banks they are furnish'd with bees My love was fickle once and changing My sheep I neglected, I broke my sheep-hook Not, Celia, that I juster am Now see my goddess, earthly born Oh had my love ne'er smil'd on me Oh how vain is every blessing A 190 121 161 337 80 282 49 134 311 351 214 138 18 |