F. Fair, and soft, and gay and young From Oberon, in fairye land From the court to the cottage convey me away Hark, hark! the lark at Heaveh's gate sings Hence away, thou syren, leave me . Here's a bank with rich cowslips and cuckoo buds strewn Her eyes are like the morning bright He that loves a rosy cheek How happy is he born or taught How hardly I conceal'd my tears How pleas'd within my native bowers I. I cannot change as others do 1 cannot eat but little meat If all the world and love were young If love be life, I long to die If wine and music have the power I have been in love, in debt, and in drink I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name It is not that I love you less It is not beauty I demand I told my nymph, I told her true I've pluck'd the woodbine and lilac so pale Jolly mortals, fill your glasses J. K. Kind relief in all my pain Keep on your mask and hide your eye Know Celia since thou art so proud 199 81 257 Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle M. Maid of my Love, sweet Genevieve Mine be a cot beside the hill Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by My days have been so wondrous free My goddess Lydia, heavenly fair N. No longer, Daphne I admire No more shall meads be deck'd with flowers Not the soft sighs of vernal gales Oh the moment was sad when my love and I parted Oh! what a plague is love On the waves the wind was sleeping O Mary, I love thee with purest devotion O Nancy, wilt thou go with me On a bank beside a willow On Belvidera's bosom lying Once more Love's mighty charms are broke One kind kiss before we part On Richmond Hill there lives a lass Once more, enchanting maid, adieu ! Opening buds began to shew Orpheus, with his lute made trees Over the mountains Saw you the nymph whom I adore Say, Myra, why is gentle love Says my uncle, "I pray you discover" See, see she wakes, Sabina wakes See the chariot at hand here of Love Shall I wasting in despair She is not fair to outward view She walks in beauty, like the night Still to be neat, still to be drest T. Take, oh take those lips away Tell me not of a face that's fair Tell me not that thou dost love me That which her slender waist confined The Assyrian came down like the wolf in the fold The flame of love assuages The fountains mingle with the river The gentle swan with graceful pride The glories of our blood and state The heavy hours are almost pass'd The pride of every grove I chose The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower The shape alone let others prize The silver moon's enamour'd beam 'Tis evening, my sweet 'Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood "Tis not your saying that you love "Tis not the liquid brightness of those eyes To all you ladies now at land To be gazing on those charms To charming Celia's arms I flew To fair Fidele's grassy tomb To Fanny fair could I impart To the brook and the willow that heard him complain 'Twas when the seas were roaring Turn, lovely Gwen, be good and kind U. Upbraid me not, capricious fair 186 V. Vainly now ye strive to charm me 194 127 |