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Fickle bliss, fantastic treasure,ged by
For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove Thomson
From her, alas ! whose smile was love,
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.
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,
R. B. Sheridan.
I pr'ythee send me back my heart,
I talk'd to my fluttering heart, Laura Sophia Temple.
I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve, Congreve. 207
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
Love's but the frailty of the mind
Mirth! be thy mingled pleasures mine,
Mortals, learn your lives to measure
My banks they are furnish'd with bees,
No glory I covet, no riches I want, or vor tebih unds waves71
Now see my goddess, earthly born, or
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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,
Pretty parrot, say, when I was away,
On Belvidera's bosom lying, A. Phillips.
Say, lovely dream, where couldst thou find
Say not, Olinda, I despise
Say, sweet carol! who are they Joanna Baillie.
She loves, and she confesses too;
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;
That which her slender waist confined
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,
The shape alone let others prize,
The wretch O let me never know
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.
"T is not the liquid brightness of those eyes,
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
When fair Serena first I knew, T. Seward, M, A.