Oh thou, sweet bird! that sits on some lone spray.... Yes, I will go with thee, my love.. On a day, alack! the day.. Oh, lady fair, where art thou roaming.. O happy, happy, happy fair..... On the down of a thistle I fly... Often in Laura's breast I strove.. ... Oh, Love how swift thy fairest prospects fade.... O memory! celestial maid. O sing unto mie roundelaie. O who has seen the Miller's wife.. Oh! sweetest of thy lovely race. O liberty! thou goddess, heav'nly bright. O come O bella l'ardor de vini. Oh that the learned poets of this time.. .... O thou, where'er (thie bones att rest).. O snatch me swift from these tempestuous scenes.... O night! more pleasing than the brightest day. If free from every foreign thrall..... Oh my love's like a red red rose. O come, ye fair, while blooming May Of his right eye young Acon is bereft. O fancy! parent of the muse. O gentle sleep! O gentle sleep! I cry'd.... O sad and watchful waits thy lover.. O saw ye my father O may I steal.. ib. 232 ib. 233 ib. ...... 234 235 236 ib. 237 ib. 238 ib. 239 240 241 Old Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles O sacred friendship! heav'n's delight Oh! sweetest of thy lovely race.... Oh! happy we...... O youth, thou morning of delight.. O cruel Amarillis O Pan! delight of nymphs and swains.... On the high towering poplar thus swinging.. .... 249 Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean...... Pray, goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue. Q. 252 253 254 ib. 255 ib. 256 Queen of joy and dimpled pleasure.. ib. ..... Queen of the silver bow! by thy pale beam.. 257 258 Queen of the seas! ordain'd to prove... 259 R. ... Return, blest days! return, ye laughing hours S. Sister of Phoebus, gentle queen.. ib. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more .... 265 Sweet muse! inspire thy suppliant bard.......... Swiftly from the mountain's brow Since harmony deigns with her vot'ries to dwell........... Since first saw your face I resolv'd.. See the chariot at hand here of love. 266 ib. 267 ib. .... 268 Say, mighty love, and teach my song.. Some of my heroes are low.... Sophrosyne, thou guard unseen.. .... Sleep, sleep, poor youth! sleep, sleep in peace...... Sweet thrush! that makes the vernal year. 269 270 271 ib. 272 Surly Giles's old cat was shut out of the house..... Sweet honey sucking bees! why do you still Sweet stream, that winds thro' yonder glade...... ... So saith my fair and beautiful Lycoris.. Stay, lovely Laura! let us sit and play.... Send back my long-stray'd eyes to me.... Shall I, wasting in despayre.. ...... Should mirth be observ'd by her sons to decline...... Sweet warbling bird with dulcet note.. So gracious is thy sweet self, so fair, so framed ...... Sweet poet of the woods! a long adieu... Spirit Scene, or Is it the roar of Teviot's tide Sober lay and mirthful glee (the Harmonists' Glee).... Slow! fresh font! keep time with my salt tears She paused, then blushing led the lay.. Sweet is the soft and sunny breeze Soon as the genial spring renews the shade.. Soft Cupid, wanton am'rous boy.... Sweet Philomela breathe thy plaintive lay..... PAGE 279 ib. 280 ib. 281 ib. ib. 283 284 ib. 285 ib. 286 ib. 287 288 289 ib 290 ib. ib. 292 294 295 296 ib. 297 ib. 298 299 ib. T. Tell me, shepherds, have you seen The silver swan, who living had no note.. PAGE 300 ib. The nightingale, the organ of delight.. The gods of wit and wine prepare.. Thy voice, O harmony! with awful sound. 301 ib. 302 ib. 303 ib. 304 ib. 305 ib. 306 To love, I wake the silver string.. The girl that I love is as mild as Aurora... Tell me, fond youth, why wrapp'd in cares. Thy breath as fragrant as her own confest..... Thy form has a resistless grace. Triumphant love, with roseate garlands crown'd. The cloud cap't towers.... The Cyprian bird, with plaintive moan... The owl is out in yonder tree.. .... .... The old shepherd's dog like his master was grey.. ib. 307 ib. 308 ib. 309 ib. 310 ib. 311 ib. 312 ib. 313 314 ib. 315 ib. 316 |