Vocal Poetry

Fickle bliss, fantastic treasure,ged by

For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove Thomson
From all uneasy passions free, Sheffield D. of Buck.

From her, alas ! whose smile was love,

Wolcott.

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From place to place, forlorn, I go
From thy waves, stormy Lannow, I fly, Anna Seward.
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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
Go tell Amynta, gentle swain, Dryden.
Good madam, when ladies are willing,

Hail to the myrtle shade, Lee.
Hard is the fate of him who loves,
Have you not seen the timid tear
He that loves a rosy cheek,
Honest lover, whosoever,
How bright the sun's declining rays

Carew.

Suckling.

Lady M. W. Montagu.

I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair,
I did but look and love awhile,

I have a silent sorrow here,

1 mark'd his madly-rolling eye,

Hamilton.

Thomson.

Little.

J. Conder.

Otway.

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I pr'ythee send me back my heart,

Suckling.

I talk'd to my fluttering heart, Laura Sophia Temple.

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I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve, Congreve. 207
If in that breast, so good, so pure,
Sir J. Moore.

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If

If ever thou didst joy to bind.

It is not, Celia, in our power

If Love and Reason ne'er agrees

Prior.

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

John Howe,

Prior.

In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest

Wolcott.

In vain, fond youth! thy tears give o'er ;

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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,

Let ambition fire thy mind,

Let not love on me bestow

Let the ambitious favour find

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

Lucy, I think not of thy beauty,

Langhorne.

Sedley.

Mirth! be thy mingled pleasures mine,

Mortals, learn your lives to measure

My banks they are furnish'd with bees,

My dear mistress has a heart

My love was fickle once and changing,

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Nót, Celia, that I juster am

Not on beds of fading flowers

Now see my goddess, earthly born, or

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O clear that cruel doubting brow!

O memory! thou fond deceiver,

O Nancy, wilt thou go with me,

O Nymph! of Fortune's smiles beware Wolcott.
O'er moorlands and mountains, rude, barren and bare,
Cunningham.

Oft on the troubled ocean's face

Oh! Henry, sure by every art

Oh! turn away those cruel eyes,
Oh! what is the gain of restless care,
Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,

Round Love's Elysian bowers

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W. Smyth.

Preach not to me your musty rules,

Prepared to rail, resolved to part,

Pretty parrot, say, when I was away,

Pursuing beauty, men descry

W. Smyth.

On Belvidera's bosom lying, A. Phillips.
On every hill, in every grove, Dalton.
One morning very early, one morning in the spring,

Walter Scott.

Dalton.

Lansdown.

Montgomery.

Say, lovely dream, where couldst thou find

Say, Myra, why is gentle love

Lyttelton.

Say not, Olinda, I despise

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Say, sweet carol! who are they Joanna Baillie.
Send home my long-stray'd eyes to me, Donne
Shall I, wasting in despair,
G. Wither.

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Cowley.

She loves, and she confesses too;
Should some perverse malignant star
Slow spreads the gloom my soul desires,
Stella and Flavia every hour
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
Strephon has fashion, wit and youth,
Strephon, when you see me fly
Swain, thy hopeless passion smother,
Sweet maid, I hear thy frequent sigh,

Burns.

Mrs. Pilkington.

B. Jonson.

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Mrs. Opie.

Waller.
Burns.

Take, oh take those lips away

Dr. Glynn.

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;

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That which her slender waist confined

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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,
The sun was sunk beneath the hill,
The tears I shed must ever fall!
The thirsty earth drinks up the rain,
The wretch condemn'd with life to part Goldsmith.

Wolcott.

The wretch O let me never know

There is one dark and sullen hour

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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,

'Tis now, since I sat down before Suckling.

J. A.

Carey.

Collins.

To fair Fidele's grassy tomb

To the brook and the willow that heard him complain,

Vain are the charms of white and red

Hawkesworth.

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Too plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes Soame Jenyns. 100
'Twas when the seas were roaring, Gay.

When Fanny blooming fair
When first I sought fair Celia's love,
When first I saw thee graceful move,
When first upon your tender check
When gentle Celia first I knew,

Pulteney E. of Bath, 228

Waft me, some soft and cooling breeze,

What beauties does Flora disclose!

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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.