How imperfect How ftands the glass around is expression INDE X. Song 40 How harmless and sweet are the joys, &c. 42 How sweet to recal the dear moments, &c. 205 882 77 102 I. 117 118 If you at an office folicit your due 121 In love should there meet a fond pair 130 179 184 215 I am a tinker by my trade $4 227 250 I winna marry ony man, but Sandy o'er, &c. 87- 107 Hark away! hark away! 306 How happy a fhepherd am I 329 If thofe who live in fhepherd's bow'r 129 Hail to thy living light 361 I lately faw what now I fing 173 Hear me, ye nymphs, and every fwain 362 I told my nymph, I told her true 188 How fweetly fmells the fimmer green 367 How blithe was I each morn to fee 383 In a fweet, healthy air, in a farm of my own 200 219 Hail mafonry! thou craft divine 402 In vain you bid your captive live 229 426 How oft, my Clara, haft thou faid 512 524 How happy was I 554 How fair is my love 556 Have you not feen the morning fun 643 Here attend all ye fwains 681 How fweet a torment 'tis to love 691 Hark! the frill clarion of the diftant vale 701 Hark! from that cottage by the, &c. 708 779 814 How bright in the morn are Aurora's, &c. 826 I rambled about for a twelvemonth, I vow 257 314- 358 am marry'd, and happy, with wonder, &c. 397 403 In Paris city, they report for truth 407 If the annals we read in the days of K. John 412 437 I'd have a man of fenfe and air 441 Honest lover, whofoever 850 Hark, hark! the drum founds 859 In thefe troublefome times, &c. 455 How imperfect is expreffion 459 Hail, friendship! hail, thou heav'nly, &c. 905 If I have fome-little-beauty 492 908 920 If love's a sweet paffion, how can it torment 496 504 Hark! the loud drum 936 How dear is my Phillis to me 970 How happy a ftate does the lover poffefs I am a poor lad, and mean's my calling 516 596 How happy loves the youth How prone the bofom is to figh 994 In purfuit of fome lambs from my flocks, &c.60a 613 Hark! the birds on ev'ry fpray 1042 I love thee, by heavens! I cannot say more 625 626 627 649 1093 Hail to the myrtle fhade How hard is my fate How oft, Louifa, haft thou faid How bleft has my time been! what, &c. Hufh, ye birds, your amorous tales 1153 I fill not the glafs 1191 In ftory we're told In the bloom of her youth, fhall it ever, &c. 889 1192 940 In all the fex fome charms I find If you make it your plan In vain you tell your parting lover 1 fee it, Mira, know it well I'm in love with twenty I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve 1159 In vain, dear Chloe, you fuggeft In this fhady bleft retreat 1181 1188 1195 I am, cry' Apollo, when Daphne he woo'd 1206 J. Join with me, ye motley band L. 1246 Late when love 1 feem'd to flight Let poets praise the pasture mead' Let fufty old greybeards of apathy boaft 22 Mifs Dare, when fair and young My Jocky is the blitheft lad My mother cries, Betfey be shy 228 - My heart's my own, my will is free 311 M. merry companions, fo jovial and free 326 My deg and my mistrefs are both of a kind 314 352 |