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One morning very early, one morning in thc spring
One parting kiss my Ethelinde . . .
Prepar'd to rail, resolv'd to part
Pursuing beauty men descry -
Sabla, thou saw'st the exulting foe - - -
Say, lovely dream, where couldst thou find .!
Say, Myra, why is gentle love • • -
Say not Olinda I despise.
Says Plato why should man be vain
She loves and she confesses too .
Should some perverse malignant star
Sigh no more ladies, ladies sigh no more -
Stella and Flavia every hour
Strephon has fashion, wit, and youth .
Strephon, when you see me fly - - -
Swain thy hopeless passion smother-
Sweet are the charms of her I love.
Sweet maid, if thou wouldst charm my sight .
348 223 191, 156 340 227 242 260 231 238 119 207 265 342
Take, oh, take those lips away
- -, 261 Tell me, Damon, dost thou languish
322 Tell me no more I am deceived .
209 Tell me not how fair she is .
324 Tell me not I my time misspend
| 153 Tell me no more of pointed darts - - 345 Tell my Strephon that I die
143 The boatmen shout, 'tis time to part - - - 276 The day is departed and round from the cloud - 272 The Graces and the wand'ring Loves - - 223 The heavy hours are almost past - - 107 The merchant, to secure his treasure - - - 215 The nymph that I lov'd was as cheerful as day . The rose had been wash’d, just wash'd in a show'r . 281 The shape and face let others prize - - 334
There is one dark and sullen hour - - . 144
The sun was sunk beneath the hill ..
The western sky was purpled o’er. . .. 77
This bottle's the sun of our table - o • 342
Tho' cruel you seem to my pain -
146 Thy fatal shafts unerring move - - - 102 'Tis not the liquid brightness of these eyes
123 "T'is now since I sat down before
228 To all you Ladies now at land - - - - 291 To fair Fidele's grassy tomb - . Too plain, dear youth, those tell-tale eyes - - 117 To the brook and the willow that heard him complain 139 Turn, gentle hermit of the dale - 'Twas when the seas were roaring . . - 56
125 313 300 273 198
Waft me, soft and cooling breeze, .
Wake, ye nightingales, oh wake ..
Waken, Lords and Ladies gay
We all to conquering beauty bow -
What, put off with one denial
When all was wrapt in dark midnight -
When charming Teraminta sings
When Damon languish'd at my feet
When daisies pied and violets blue .
When Delia on the plain appears . .
When first I dard by soft surprise'. . , .
When first I saw Lucinda's face · - -
When first I saw thee graceful move .
When first I sought fair Celia's love
When first upon your tender cheek - - .
When gay Philander fell a prize -
When gentle Celia first I knew - -
When here Lucinda first we came . . . .
When lovely woman stoops to folly .. .
259 109 275 236 120 202 234
When Orpheus went down to the regions below
When Sappho tun'd the rapturd strain
When your beauty appears .
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I
While in the bower with beauty blest -
Why, cruel creature, why so bent
Why heaves my fond bosom! ah, what can it mean
Why we love and why we hate - -
Why will Florella, while I gaze - ... - -
Why will you my passion reprove
Wine, wine in the morning
With amorous wiles and perjurd eyes
With women I have pass’d my days -
Would you taste the noontide air
Wrong not, sweet Mistress of my heart
Ye happy swains whose hearts are free' - .
Ye little loves that round her wait . .
Yes, fairest proof of beauty's power-
Yes, Fulvia is like Venus fair , - - -
Ye shepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain
Ye shepherds give ear to my lay -
Ye shepherds so cheerful and gay-
Ye virgin Powers defend my heart
Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now - ,
You tell me I'm handsome, I know not how true
Young I am, and yet unskillid
148 205 105 195 147 89 82 325 204 294 156
Parnell, 149, 331.
Percy, 37, 161.
Phillips, 101, 187, 188, 199.
Pilkington, Rev. M. 340.
- Mrs. 231, 346. Prior, 67, 105, 106, 108, 215. Pulteney, 212.
Raleigh, 261, 303.
Rochester, E. of 131, 203, 329.
Rowe, 62, 65, 139.
Scott, Walter, 337.
Sedley, 150, 190, 197.
Sbakspeare, 259, 260, 261.
Shenstone, 77, 82, 84, 87, 89, 195.
Sheridan, 279, 280, 310, 311, 314, 348.
Smollett, 102, 128.
Steel, 143, 199.
Suckling, 228, 330.
Illic indocto primum se exercuit arcu;
Hei mihi quam doctas nunc habet ille manus !
When Cupid, wanton boy, was young,
His wings unfledg’d, and rude his tongue,
He loiter'd in Arcadian bowers,
And hid his bow in wreaths of flowers ;
Or pierc'd some fond unguarded heart,
With now and then a random dart;
But heroes scorn’d the idle boy,
And love was but a shepherd's toy :
When Venus, vex'd to see her child
Amid the forests thus run wild,
Would point him out some nobler game,
Gods, and godlike men to tame.
She seiz'd the boy's reluctant hand,
And led him to the virgin band,
Where the sister Muses round
Swell the deep majestic sound;
And in solemn strains unite,
Breathing chaste, severe delight;