Fickle bliss, fantastic treasure,ged by For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove Thomson From her, alas ! whose smile was love, Wolcott. Steele.ma From place to place, forlorn, I go Gentle air, thou breath of lovers, Give me more love or more disdain ; Carew. Go, lovely rose ! Waller. Go, plaintive sounds! and to the fair Hail to the myrtle shade, Lee. Carew. Suckling. Lady M. W. Montagu. I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, I have a silent sorrow here, 1 mark'd his madly-rolling eye, Hamilton. Thomson. Little. J. Conder. Otway. R. B. Sheridan. 181 148 129 78 134 121 211 119 $90 248 165 82 158 187 104 135 59 193 I pr'ythee send me back my heart, Suckling. I talk'd to my fluttering heart, Laura Sophia Temple. 50 I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve, Congreve. 207 100 If If ever thou didst joy to bind. It is not, Celia, in our power If Love and Reason ne'er agrees If the quick spirit of your eye If wine and music have the power, In Chloris all soft charms agree, In vain you tell your parting lover In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest In vain, fond youth! thy tears give o'er ; It was a winter's evening, and fast came down the snow Kitty's charming voice and face Late when love I seem'd to slight, Laura, thy sighs must now no more Lesbia, live to love and pleasure, Love arms himself in Celia's eyes Love still has something of the sea Love's a dream of mighty treasure Langhorne. Sedley. Mirth! be thy mingled pleasures mine, Mortals, learn your lives to measure Matilda Betham. Sotheby. 189 116 236 156 106 45 No No glory I covet, no riches I want, or vor tebih unds waves71 1881 Sedley, O clear that cruel doubting brow! O Nancy, wilt thou go with me, O Nymph! of Fortune's smiles beware Wolcott. Oft on the troubled ocean's face Oh! turn away those cruel eyes, Preach not to me your musty rules, Prepared to rail, resolved to part, On Belvidera's bosom lying, A. Phillips. Walter Scott. Dalton. Lansdown. Say, lovely dream, where couldst thou find Say not, Olinda, I despise •y Say, sweet carol! who are they Joanna Baillie. < Cowley. She loves, and she confesses too; Burns. Mrs. Pilkington. B. Jonson. Mrs. Opie. Waller. Tease me no more, nor think I care Tell me no more how fair she is; King Bp. of Chichester. 120 Tell my Strephon that I die; 134 That which her slender waist confined 169 80 The gloomy night is gathering fast, The Graces and the wandering Loves The heavy hours are almost past Lyttelton. The merchant to secure his treasure Prior. The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower, Cowper Akenside. The shape alone let others prize, Wolcott. 27 There lives a lass upon the green, Think no more, my gentle maid, Tho' cruel you seem to my pain, Thro' groves sequester'd, dark and still, Thy fatal shafts unerring move, Smollet. Carey. Too plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes Soame Jenyns. 100 When Fanny blooming fair Pulteney E. of Bath, 228 Waft me, some soft and cooling breeze, What beauties does Flora disclose! What dreaming drone was ever blest W. Smylk. What man in his wits had not rather be poor, What! put off with one denial, What shade and what stillness around! When charming Teraminta sings, When clouds that angel face deform, When Delia on the plain appears Mrs. Barbauld. 164 146 139 38 71 113 241 53 |