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To thee, fweet, chanting, warbling throng The nymph whom I lov'd was, &c. The kind appointment Celia made That Jenny's my friend, my delight, &c. 266 T'other day, in the strawberry-va e 276 The charms which blooming beauty fhews 285 The pride of ev'ry grove I chose To you, gay folks, in London town
The fun, like any bridegroom gay
Take. ob! take thofe lips away
The May-day of life is for pleature
The hounds aigall out, and the morning, &c. 350 The wicked wits, as fancy hits The noble & heart, like pureft gold 'Twas at the dreary hour when sprites, &c. 371 Throughout the nation, Sir, find me a lafs 379 The trav'iters, that through defaris ride 396 T'other day, as I fat in the fycamore-shade 400 To reafon, ye fair-ones, affert your pretence 404 The 1miling morn, the blooming (ping 405 Thele mortals fay right, in their jovial, &c. 416 The fprightly horn awakes the morn The eastern fky was purpled p'er
To love, and be lov'd, how tranfporting, &c. 420 That man who for life is bleis'd with a wife 425 The whimsical lover's a pry to all care To figh and complain
To arms, to arms! Britannia calls The eye that beams with lambent light To court me young Colin came many
"I is a twelvemonth ago, nay, perhaps, &c. 757 True blifs in retirement can only be found 759. Too late for rediefs, and too foon, &c. The mufes once intent on play Thoughtiefs of al, but love and you Tho' to others fomefairer than Delia may be 778 The pond'rous cloud was black and low 793 To fpeak, my mufe, fweet Charlotte's, &c. 797 Thou setting fun, that calls my fair 800 That all men are beggars we plainly may fee S03 Thy plaintive pipe, Felicia, flows The charms of Florimel The fprightly eye, the rofy cheek The flow'r of females, beauty's queen To Flora's fragrant bower The pendant forest seem'd to nod 'Twas at the cool and fragrant hour To all you ladies wat land Tho' I fweep to and fio old iron to find Two milk-white doves upon a bough The western sky was purpled o'er The story goes, that fifter Bet 'Twas in his veffèl failing
The nightingale, who tunes
'Tis now the noon of gloomy night
Tender virgins, bun deceivers
To take in good part the fqueeze, &c. The rising fun through all the grove Tho' form'd by the tenderet care, &c. There came a ghost to Margaret's, door The graces and the wandering loves
The fifteenth day of july
To the confe ous grove I hie me
Two ears at a time are too many for ufe To Phillis and Chloe, &c.
The truths that I fing none deny me
The bright, refpie..dent ob of day
The golden radiance of the fun
Tell me, Delia, charming fair
The western sun, with mildeft ray
Ting'd with the beams of dying day
That the French far exceed us, &c.
That I might not be plagu'd with, &c.
This, a young and am'rous fwain
The gav Daddy Diddle had new, &c.
'Dis done I've rais'd a rural bow'r To Anacreon, in heav'n, where he fat, &c. 566 To yonder beech's friendly fhade
The patriot in the fenate buins
The lark's frill note awakes the morn
Lether let us range the fields
hund'ring drums did beat to battle ow, fince I fat down before
fe his heart, a: down his fame
landmen to pate
afs of Patty's mill
To fpeak my mind of womankind The pleatures of a lady's fmiles The fweet bloffoms of May gaily, &c. The fun juft glancing through the trees There was a shepherd's daughter The rooks in the neighb'ring grove 600 Tho' Chloe's out of taihion 605 Tho' lovely Delia fmiles again The thepherd's plain life
You fay fhe's fair; 'tis no fuch matter Ye virgins of Britain, who wifely, &c. You know that our ancient, &c. Ye beaux and ye belles pray attend, &c. Ye verdant woods, and chrystal ftreams Ye chearful virgins, have ye feen Ye fongfters from ev'ry tree Young Thyrfis, ye thepherds, is gone Yes, all the world will fure agree You that love mirth, attend to my fong Young Daphne was the prettieft majd Ye belles, and ye flirts, and ye pert, &c. You talk of your wealthy poffeffion Ye nymphs, who to the throne of love Yes, Damon, yes, I can approve Ye fhepherds, what words can exprefs Ye grave, fober mortals, ye fons, &c. You gave me last week a young linnet Yes, faireft proof of beauty's power Ye fair, who shine thro' Britain's ide Ye gentle nymphs, and generous dames Ye birds, for whom I rear'd the grove Ye fhepherds and nymphs that adorn, &c. Young I am, and yet unfkill'd
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Ye gales, that gently wave the fea
Ye thepherds, fo jocund and gay
Ye virgin powers, defend my heart
Ye gentle gales, that fan the air
Yes, Fulvia is like Venus fair
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Ye woods and ye mountains unknown Young Jockey fought my heart to win Yes, Strephon, yes, thefe charms, &c. Young Dorilas, an artless fwain
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