354 Beneath a fragrant myrtle fhade 70 Beftow your attention on this little fong Attend, all ye fhepherds and nymphs, to my lay 158 Bid me when forty winters more Behold on the brow the leaves play in the breeze 370 Behold the fwee flowers around Behold this fair goblet, 'twas carv'd from the 359 198 Believe me, dear aunt 298 Believe my fighs, my tears, my dear 39 Belinda, with affected mien Can love be controul'd by advice. Can lovely Delia fili persist Can thea a look create a thought Britons, attend, 1 fing in merry lay Buly, curious, thirty fly By a cool fountain's flow'ry fide By a whirlwind methought I through Ether By moffy bank and flow'ry plain By the dew-befprinkled rose By the fide of a grove at the foot of a hill 10 -Can a heart that is burling with grief. 166 Come lift to me, ye gay and free 72 Come, live with me, and be my love 197 Come, my Silvia, come and blefs 223 Come, Phebys, and tune thy foft lyre 200 Come, Roger and Nall, come Simkin and Belt Can the thepherds or nymphs of the grove 167 Come, Rofalind, oh! come and fee Caft, my love, thine eyes around Ceafe rawhile, ye winds, to blow Ceafe, cease, heart eafing tearsi Geafe, gay feducers, pride to take Ceafe, rude Boreas, bluft'ring railer 16 Come, fhepherds. we'll follow the hearfe 30. Come, fing round my favourite tree 358 Come, take your glafs, the northern lass 311 Come, come, my dear girl, I must not be deny'd 301 297 252 335 Come, dear idol of my fancy 57 1186 Come, hafte thee, my Phillis, I pray 72 Come, hafte to the wedding, ye friends 38 Come hither, my country 'Iquire 39T 223 334 384 381 251 253 Come, thou queen of penfive air Come, ye hours, with blifs replete Come, ye party-jangling fwains Confider, fair Silvia, ere wedlock Confider, fond thepherd, how fleeting. Conftantia, fee my faithful flave Contented all day will I fit by your fide Contented I am, and contented will be Cruel Cupid, why distress me - Cruel Strepben, will you leave me Cupid, inftruct an amorous swain Cupid, thou waggish, artful boy Cynthia frowns whenever I woo her Cyprian goddefs take the lyres. Dame Nature in forming a creature fo fair Damon, would you know the paffion Daphniseftood penfive in the fhade Daughter fweet of voice and air Dear Chloe, come give me fweet kiffes Dear Chloe, while thus beyond measure Dear Colin, prevent my warm blushes 269 Delia I lov'd, a willing fair 238 Defpairing befide a clear ftream 124 Did ever fwain or nymph adore 325 Did not tyrant custom guide me4 5 Did you fee e'er a fhepherd, ye nymphs 226 Distant hie thee, carping care 147 E'er the primofe on cowflip could blow 119 Ev'ry blifs that heav'n can give (7 234 Ev'ry mortal fome fav'rite pleasure pursues 5143 44 393 299 Fair Kitty's charms young Johnny took inne i 399 159 Fair Sally lov'd a bonny feaman 399 Fair Venus left her blett abodes, they say - 30 169 Farewell all the joys which of late I poffeftis .23. 212 Farewell, Iambe, faithless maid, q nahan a 18 23 Farewell to Lochaber and farewell my Jean. 151 Farewell ye green fields and fweet groves 4 Fly, foft ideas, fly, that neither tears w Fly iwiftly, ye minutes, 'till Comus receive Fly fwift, ye minutes, hafte away Follow a fhadow, fill it flies you For ever, fortune, wilt thou prove. Forgive, fair creature, form'd to pleafe Forgive, ye fair, nor take it wrong For me, ye fair a wreath has wove. For Phillis I figh and hourly die For fafety my flocks feek the plain Fortune's like a tight or flip fhoe For twice twelve-month's had Harry fued For various purpose serves the fan Free from forrow, free from ftrife Free from the buftie, care, and ftrife 26 Goddess of ease leave Lethe's brink. 203 God fave.great George our king 222 Go, gentle breeze that fans the grove 274 Go, go, thou falfe deceiver **. 258 Ga high, go low, in every frate 402 Go, naughty man, I'can't abide you 4c4 Good Damon, if you will you may 104 Good mother, if you ple fe you may 59 Good people all, both great and finall 301 Go, perjur'd youth, thou fee to truth Erom morning till night, and wherever I go 49 Hail, Greenwich, crown's with foft delight 335 Hail, politeness, power divine 161 Hail, thou fource of thought divine Hail, Windfor, crown'd with lofty tow`rs 132 Hail, young spring, the earth adoroing 277 79 222 96 Her sheep had inclusters crept clofe N blithe within my native wild. brimful of nothing's the life of a beau 372 flow fweet is the woodland with fleet hound re? How fweetly smells the fimmer green st How sweet the frething gales of spring Hush every breeze, let nothing move Huh, ye birds, your amorous tales |