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Fickle bliss, fantastic treasure, iss
181 For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove : Thomson From all uneasy passions free, Sheffield D. of Buck. 129 From her, alas ! whose smile was love, Wolcott. From place to place, forlorn, I go, Steeles,
134 From thy waves, stormy Lannow, I fly, Anna Sewardo - 12)
Gentle air, thou breath of lovers,
Lady M. W. Montagu.
Hail to the myrtle shade, Lee.
119 90 248 165
I do confess thou’rt smooth and fair,
187 I did but look and love awhile, Otway.
104 I have a silent sorrow here, R. B. Sheridan.
135 1 mark'd his madly-rolling eye,
59 I prythee 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 If in that breast, so good, so pure, Sir J. Moore. 100
If ever thou didst joy to bind.. Mrs. Barbauld...
In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest Wolcott.
Love's but the frailty of the mind Congreve.
Mirth! be thy mingled pleasures mine, Sotheby.
Now see my goddess, earthly born,
O clear that cruel doubting brow! Bryan Edwards. 227
Oh! Henry, sure by every art W. Smyth.
Walter Scott. 8
Pretty parrot, say, when I was away,
Say, sweet carol! who are they Joanna Baillie.
Swain, thy hopeless passion smother,
Tease me no more, nor think I care Dr. Glynnt.
The gloomy night is gathering fast, Burns.
The rose had been wash’d, just wash'd in a shower,
The thirsty earth drinks up the rain, Cowley.
The wretch condemnd with life to part Goldsmith. 46
There lives a lass upon the green,
Too plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes Soame Jenyns. 100
Vain are the charms of white and red
Pulteney E. of Bathi, 228
What dreaming drone was ever blest W. Smyli.
What man in his wits had not rather be poor,
What! put off with one denial,
What shade and what stillness around ! Wolcott. 192
When charming Teraminţa sings,
When clouds that angel face deform, Theoph. Swift. 179
When Delia on the plain appears Lyttelton.
When fair Serena first I knew, T. Seward, M, A. 218
When Fanny blooming fair Chesterfield
When first I sought fair Celia's love, Soame Jenyns. 212
When first I saw thee graceful move,
When first upon your tender check Mrs. Barbauld. 162
When gentle Celia first I knew, Mrs. Başbauld. 159