All you that would refine your blood Arife, Britannia, ftrike th' attentive ear As Thyrfis reclin'd by her fide he lov'd beft By a prattling ftream on a Miafummer's eve Britannia no longer o'er injuries dreams 140 148 157 185 192 10 36 38 86 100 112 139 160 C. OME my Laura, heav'nly maid Come here fellow fervants, and liften to me Come liften awhile and I'll tickle your ears Come let us now refolve at laft I 5 46 64 Come live with me and be my love 122 DECK D. ECRIPID winter limpt away Dear Ally I love thee, &c. E. ACH god agreed at Clara's birth EACH & II 54 68 F F. AIRER than the opening lillies For Florimel fo fair of late Faireft daughter of the May Fair is the fwan, the ermine white Farewell, ye green fields and fweet groves Fly bence grim melancholy's train G. REAT Diocles the boar has kill'd' GREA H. HOW few like you would dare advise How cruel and hard is my cafe How fweet is the ev'ning air Her eyes were brighter than a ftar Happy infect what can be 72 Hark the loud drum 120 Hark Daphne from the hawthorn bush 135 Hafte, hafte ev'ry nymph and each fwain, c. 159 Hail meek ey'd maiden 161 How pleafant a failor's life paffes 176 Hence painful pleasure, pleafing pain 190 I I. Made love to Kate, long I figh'd for fhe I feek my shepherd gone aftray In yon filent grove let me divert you In filent extacy I gaze It is I believe If the fweet name of love my fair Iris affright In vain you tell your parting lover In penfive mood the queen of love If it be true, celeftial powers. In love's faveet name, you're charg'd hereby In pursuit of a lafs that was form'd to my taste I afk no mufe to aid the Song I'll fing you a fong it is my intention If wine and mufic have the pow'r Í have rambled I own it whole years, Sc. In a fmall pleafant village If love's a fweet paffion how can it torment In a pleasant rich vale L. L ONG at thy altar, god of love 26 39 Loves the tyrant of the heart M2 M. Daddy is gone to his grave Myrtilla demanding the use of my pen My pipe founds a chearfuller note N N. O woman her envy canfmother O. Ob! why did e'er my thoughts afpire 91 Of all the girls in our town, Kitty's, &c. 407 One evening good humour, &c. 121 On a brooks grafsy brink Or let the merry bells ring round Oh Damon believe net your Jenny untrue P. HO! pox of this nonfenfe, &c. PHO Parting to death we well compare Phillira's charms poor Damon took R. 2323 R ESOLV'D as her poet of Celia to fing 24 91 S. EE how the lambs are Sporting, Sound, found aloud triumphant forth See, See my lovely Celia comes Soft god of fleep, when next you fteat 6 48 72 89 Stand round my brave boys, let us fing and rejoice 94 TH T. 134 HE poets in confcience have teax'd us too long 7 There was a maid, and he went to the mill Turn dearest Cynthia, turn and fee The kind appointment Celia made The fragrant lilly of the vale The gay feather'd fongfters were tuning, &c. To court me young Colin came many a mile 17 17 20 41 6; 72 78 95 |