'Twas near a puring river fide
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
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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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942
961
962
984
986
1002
1018
1012
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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1133
1151
1154
1160
1162
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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