Imatges de pàgina



Fly, thoughtless youth, th' enchantress fly
For ever, Fortune, will thou prove
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

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Gentle air, thou breath of lovers
Gently touch the warbling lyre
Good madam, when ladies are willing
Good morrow to the day so fair
Go plaintive sounds, and to the fair
Go tell Amynta, gentle swain

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Had I a heart for falsehood framed

310 Hail to the myrtle shade

124 Hard is the fate of him who loves

306 Hark, hark, 'tis a voice from the tomb

295 How blest has my time been, what days have I'known 274 How yonder ivy courts the oak


I cannot change as others do
I did but look and love awhile
I envy not the proud their wealth
I ne'er could any lustre see
I never knew a sprightly fair
I prithee send me back my heart
I smile at love and all his arts
If all the world and love were young
If ever thou didst joy to bind
If the quick spirit of your eye
If truth can fix the wavering heart
If wine and music have the power
I'll range around the shady bow'rs
In a cottage embosom’d within a deep shade
In Chloris all soft charms agree


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In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest
I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve
It is not, Celia, in our power
It was a friar of order gray

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Late when love I seem'd to slight
Let not love on me bestow
Let the anubitious favor find
Love and folly were at play
Love's a dream of mighty treasure
Love's but the frailty of the mind

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Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by
Mortals learn your lives to measure
My banks they are furnish'd with bees
My days have been so wonderous free
My dear mistress has a heart
My love was fickle once and changing
My sheep I neglected, I broke my sheep-hook
My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine
My time, O ye Muses ! was happily spent

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Not, Celia, that I juster am
Now see my goddess, earthly born

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O Nancy, wilt thou go with me
0 young Lochinvar is gone out of the West
O'er moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare
Of all the girls that are so smart
Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair
Oft on the troubled ocean's face
Oh had my love ne'er smild on me
Oh how vain is every blessing
Oh turn away those cruel eyes
On a bank beside a willow
On Belvidera's bosom lying

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There is one dark and sullen hour

144 The sun was sunk beneath the hill

70 The western sky was purpled o’er.

77 This bottle's the sun of our table

342 Tho'cruel you seem to my pain

146 Thy fatal shafts unerring move

102 'Tis not the liquid brightness of these eyes

123 'Tis now since I sat down before

228 To all you Ladies now at land

291 To fair Fidele's


140 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

42 'Twas when the seas were roaring


Vain ure the charms of white and red


Waft me, soft and cooling breeze,
Wake, ye nightingales, oh wake
Waken, Lords and Ladies

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 ļ dar'd 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


Philander fell a prize When gentle Celia first I knew When here Lucinda first we came When lovely woman stoops to folly

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When Orpheus went down to the regions below
When Sappho tund 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 perjur'd eyes
With women I have pass'd my days
Would you taste the noontide air
Wrong not, sweet Mistress of my heart

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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

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