....... Hark! the curfew's solemn sound... How often have I seen the gen'rous bowl... Hail! ever pleasing solitude..... PAGE 117 118 ib. 119 120 ib. 121 ib. 122 123 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 How wretched those who tasteless live..... Hand in hand with fairy grace.. Hark! hark! 'tis a voice from the tomb. 134 Hast thou left thy blue course in heav'n... 135 Here let's join in harmony ib. How soft sleeps the beams of yon moon on the breast. 136 Had I but the torrent's might.. 138 I. I have been young, though now grown old........... ib. 139 It was a friar, of orders grey.. In awful pause, while heav'n's revenge is slow... Joan said to John, when he stopt her t'other day Jack, thou'rt a toper, let's have t'other quart.. If in that breast, so good so pure..... ib. In the roses' fragrant shade 144 In the merry month of May... 145 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 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... PAGE 162 163 ib. 164 165 Let Omnibus Wiccamicis in a bumper now go round.. ib. Lads and lasses, hither come.... ... Love in thine eyes for ever plays.. Laudate nomen Domini, vos Servi Domini 175 ib. 177 ib. ib. 179 ib. Let us, my Lesbia, live and love 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 .... 170 My pocket's low, and taxes high.... Merrily, merrily rung the bells.... Methinks I hear the full celestial choir.. My fair, ye swains, is gone astray.. Speak, sister, speak; (Music in Macbeth). Me Bacchus fires, he swells each vein My dear Mistress had a heart... Murder! I wish to my heart I was dead... My mother had a maid call'd Barbara... More with the love than the fear of God.. Make haste to meet the gen'rous wine, Now the winds whistle, and the tempest roars. young. Nor blazing gems, nor silken sheen.. Never till now I felt love's dart.. PAGE 204 ib. 205 ib. 206 ib. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger. 207 Now I'm prepar'd to meet th' enchanting scene...... ib. No glory. I covet, no riches I want.... 208 Now round the board, my friends, in concert join .... ib. 209 Now the hungry lions roar.. 210 No stormy winter enters there.... Nymph of the forest! who on this mountain.... Now country sports, that seldom fades..... O happy man! when youth reigns o'er thy hours... O voi che sospirate a miglior notti... O mistress mine! where are you roaming... Of all the brave birds that ever I see. O! what can equal here below.... Oh, my Clarissa, thou cruel fair..... O strike the harp.. Of Britain's wooden walls be now my song. ib. 219 ib. 220 ib. $221 |