194 155 Fly, thoughtless youth, th' enchantress fly 309 133 320 143 226 326 201 Gentle air, thou breath of lovers 305 129 104 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 318 I cannot change as others do b 329 278 346 312 277 330 284 303 114 220 333 108 285 335 194 In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest 241 196 191 37 Late when love I seem'd to slight 221 199 132 206 209 193 Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by 210 151 84 331 131 189 267 339 268 Not, Celia, that I juster am 190 121 O Nancy, wilt thou go with me 161 337 80 282 49 134 311 351 214 138 18 230 Sabla, thou saw'st the exulting foe Say, lovely dream, where couldst thou find 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 Strephon has fashion, wit, and youth Swain thy hopeless passion smother Take, oh, take those lips away Tell me, Damon, dost thou languish The boatmen shout, 'tis time to part The day is departed and round from the cloud The Graces and the wand'ring Loves The heavy hours are almost past - The merchant, to secure his treasure The nymph that I lov'd was as cheerful as day 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 grassy 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 56 Vain ure the charms of white and red 212 Waft me, soft and cooling breeze, gay gay Philander fell a prize When gentle Celia first I knew When here Lucinda first we came When lovely woman stoops to folly 125 313 300 273 198 53 131 319 259 109 275. 236 120 202 234 287 232 141 142 211 128 149 259 127 154 321 When Orpheus went down to the regions below 199 243 87 240 288 289 327 261 Ye happy swains whose hearts are free 148 205 105 195 147 89 82 325 204 294 156 |