The travellers that through defarts ride

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The fweet rofy morning
The fweets of peace thall be our own
The topfails fhiver in the wind *375170 Thy origin divine, I fee

15 Thus I ftand like a Turk, with my doxies
1959 Thy fatal fhafts onerring move

The town's a raree-fhew, fome fay

342 Time has not thinn'd my flowing hair

"Tis a maxim I hold whilft I live

The virgin, when foften'd by May

The truths that I fing none deny me

339

?Tis a twelvemonth ago, nay perhaps

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273

Tis done, I've rais'd á rúral pow'r

250

The wand'ring failor ploughs the main

349

The western sky was purpled o'er

The wanton god, who pierces hearts

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Tis not my Patty's Sparkling eyes

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272

Tis not the liquid brightnefs of those eyes

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The whiffling ploughman hails the blushing

The winter's dreary fcene is o'er

The woodlark whifles through the grove

251

The world my dear Mira, is full of deceit

132

The youth, whom I to fave would die

59

They fay there is an echo here

398

Think, my faireft, how delay

233

Think, oh! think within my breast

160

This cold finty heart it is you who have warm'd

25

160 'Tis woman that feduces all mankind

To Anacreon in heav'n, where he fat

To a stage coach we aptly may liken

To chafe o'er the plain the fox or the hare

To court at one time three young maids

To court me young Colin came many a mile

To curb the will with vain pretence

This is a petit-maitre's day

375

This world is a fair, where the croud is bent

357

To eafe his heart and own his flame

To cafe my heart I pwn'd my flame

224

103

Tho' Chloe's out of fashion

Tho' caufe for fufpicion appears

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142

Tho' cruel you feem to pain

175

The envious old age feems in part to impair

349

To excel in bon-ton, both as genius

To fly like bird from grove to grove

To Handel's pleafing notes as Chloe fung

To heal the fmart a bee had made

Tho' Flavia to my warm defire

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To hear the jar of noisy war.

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Tho' from place to place I'm ranging

Tho' his pathon in filence the youth

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Tho' man has long boafted an abfolute fway

Tho'

my

Tho' my features, I'm old

drefs as my manners is fimple and

137

To little or no purpose I fpent many days

To make the man kind and keep true

To make the most of fleeting time».'

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214

Tho'

Tho' prudence may prefs me

young and scarce fifteen

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137 Too late for redrefs, and too foon for

Too long a giddy wand'ring youth.

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Tho

the winds a

are whifling round me

84

Too plain, dear youth, thofe tell tale eyes

To Phillis and Chloe and all the gay

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350

Thou canst not boast of fortune's fore

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251

Thoughtless of all but love and you
Thou rifing fun, whofe gladfome ray
Thou fetting fun that calls my fair

Thou foft-flowing Avon, by thy filver ftream
'tis true, are but tender

Tho'

Three

W contended for my heart

Thrice dov'd Conftantia, heavenly fair
Through all the profeffions in town

To take in good part the fqueeze of the hand 113

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139 To tell you the truth
4344 To the confcious groves I hie me

Throughout the nation, Sir, find me a lafe on

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To please me the more and to change

To reafon, ye fair ones, affert your de

184 To fheepfhear, my boys, pipe and tabor

To figh and complain

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255

When Delia on the plain appears
When dewy morn on moon-beams bright
Whene'er I meet my Celia's eyes
When evening gales chear rural groves >
When Fanny, blooming fair

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3.19 px 192 When lovely Phillis tunes the lyre 403 When lovely woman ftoops to folly 1*175 When lovers for favours petition!! 79 When madam, though her day is done 237 When May-day buds on trees were feen 246 When mighty roaft beef was the Englishman's 333 398 When Molly fmiles beneath her cow 363 When morn with purple ftreaks the fkies When my hero in court appears

When Fanny I faw as I tripp'd o'er the green
When Fanny to woman was growing
When firft an Arragonian maid

When first Aurora gilds the eastern hills
When firft I faw my Delia's face
When firft I faw thee graceful move
When first I fought fair Celia's love
When firft my gay laddie gade to the green
When firft my fage mother began to advise
When first the youth his fears forfook
When first this humble roof I knew
When first thy foft lips I but civilly preft
When first Vanella's blooming face
When firft you woo'd me to comply
When Flora o'er the garden ftray'd
When fragrant bloom of yellow broom
When gentle Celia firft I knew
When gentle Harriet first I faw
When here, Lucinda, first we came.
When hope was quite funk in despair
When I awake with painful brow
When I beheld you all divine
When I behold at vernal tide.

When I drain the rofy bowl

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292 When o'er the downs at early day
193 When once I with Phillida tray'd.
172 When once love's fubtle poison gains
112 When peace here was reigning

483 When Phoebus begins to peep o'er the hills
112 When Phoebus the tops of the hills does adorn
296 When Placinda's beauties appear
256 When primrose fweet bedecks the year
231 When real joy we mifs

35 When fable night each drooping plant
316 When Sappho tun'd the raptur❜d ftrain

78 When fnow descends and robes the fields
198 When Sol from the eaft had illumin'd
254 When Strephon the rover to Phillis addrefs'd
118 When fummer comes, the fwains on Tweed
IJO When fwallows lay their eggs in fnow
226 When the bright god of day
256 When the dear caufe of all my pain
292 When the early cock crows at the day
338 When the hated morning's light

When I enter'd my teens, and flung play things 112 When the head of poor Tummas is broke.

When I fee my Strephon languish
When I furvey thee, matchless fair
When I think on your truth
When I was a young one what girl.
When I was of a tender age
When I was young, tho' now am old
When Jemmy fi ft began to love
When Jeffy imil'd, her lovely look.
When larks forfake the flow'ry plain
When laft we parted on the plain
When late a fimple ruftic lafs
When late I wander'd o'er the plain
When lavrocks fweet and yellow brooms
When, lovely maid, with you I join'd

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375

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256

396

93

63

78 When the trees are all bear not a leaf to be feen 181. 256 When the trumpets fhrill notes

35
When tutor'd under mama's care
110 When vapours o'er the meadows die
37 When unrelenting fates ordain

408

45 112

29

437 When war's alarms entice my Willy from me roz
361 When winter o'erthadows the fcene
134 When you knelt at my feet

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497

When you meet a lovely creature
When your beauty appears

When you'h mature to manhood grew
Wherever I'm going and all the day long
Where is pleafore, tell me where
Where new mown hay on banks of Tay
Where fhall a love-fick virgin find
Where fhall Delia fly for thelter
Where's my fwain fo blythe and clever
Where the blithe bee her honey fips.
Where the jeffamin sweetens the bow'r
Where the light cannot pierce in a grove
Where the murmuring river flows
Where virtue incircles the fair

145

Why will Florella, when I gaze
Why will you my paffion reprove
Why will you plague me with your pain
304 Why with fighs my heart is fwelling
406 Will you go to the ewe-bughts, Marion
Wine, wine, in the morning

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304 With mejoy, ye nymphs and fwains
329 With a chearful old friend and a merry old fong 399
228 With artful voice, young Thyrfis, you ne
321 With Delia ever could I stay phone
341 With doubts and fears for her I love

Where, where, dear maid, should'st thou forfake 215
Which is beft, ye cafuifts, fay
While abfent from the fwain I love
While beaus, to please the ladies, write
While bloffoms ceck each verdant spray
While happy in my native land
While her charms my thoughts employ
While I'm at the tavern quaffing
While I figh'd with idle care
While on earth's foft lap defcending
While on my Chloe's knee I fat
While others barter ease for state
While others trip the new-fall'n fnows
While fervile fcribblers take the pen
While the lads in the village
While Wd and Wtly...
While you, Felicia, heedlefs ftray
While you, my fair one, fure to please.
Whilft I am caroufing to chear up my foul
Whilft Igaze on Chloe, trembling
Whilft on forbidden fruit I gaze

Whilft on thy dear bofom lying

Whilft other men fing of their goddefies
Who'd know the fweets of liberty
Who has e'er been at Baldock must needs know
Who has eter been at Paris muft needs know
Who'll buy a heart, Myrtilla cries 7.
Who thirft for more knowledge
Who upon the oozy beach

Who, who is this that ftrikes my wond'ring

46 With horns and with hounds I awaken
38 With joy and mirth our vallies rung
316 With Phillis how oft have I ftray'd
146 With Phillis Pll trip o'er the mead
158 With Phillis I fought the woodbine
320 With Phoebe wherever I go
348 With Phoebus I often afole

121 With fweet looks and words fo tender

60

179

179

197 With iwords on their thighs the bold yeomen 347
341 With the man that I love was I deftined
219 With the pride of the garden and the field
254 With tune'ul pipe and merry glee

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67

108

237

49 With women and wine I defy ev'ry Care
Wit, love, and reputation walk'd

360

397

388

Woe betide each tender fair

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