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Old Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles

O sacred friendship! heav'n's delight
Oh! sweetest of thy lovely race....

Oh! happy we...........

O youth, thou morning of delight..
O cruel Amarillis

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O Pan! delight of nymphs and swains....
Oh happy Albion! blest beyond compare.
O'er desert plains and rushy meers.

O listen to the voice of love....

On the high towering poplar thus swinging....
O share my cottage, dearest maid......

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Pray, goody, please to moderate the rancour of your

tongue...

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Queen of joy and dimpled pleasure...

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Queen of the silver bow! by thy pale beam....

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Queen of the skies, who silver'st wide....

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Queen of the seas! ordain'd to prove.

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Return, blest days! return, ye laughing hours

Rise, my joy! sweet mirth attend...
Return, return, my lovely maid......
Round the hapless André's urn.
Rosy finger'd goddess rise...
Retire, my love, for it is night
Round thy pillow cherubs smiling.
Rise to the battle, my thousands

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Sister of Phoebus, gentle queen.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more

Sweet muse! inspire thy suppliant bard..

Swiftly from the mountain's brow

Since harmony deigns with her vot'ries to dwell......

Since first I saw your face I resolv'd....

See the chariot at hand here of love.

Say, mighty love, and teach my song.

Sleep, sleep, poor youth! sleep, sleep in peace...

Some of my heroes are low....

Sopbrosyne, thou guard unseen..

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Sweet thrush! that makes the vernal year.
Surly Giles's old cat was shut out of the house..
Sweet Echo! sleeps thy vocal shell.....
Stay, shepherd, stay! I prithee stay..
See, smiling from the rosy east..

Sweet honey sucking bees! why do you still

Sweet enslaver can you tell ...

Sweet stream, that winds thro' yonder glade...
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
So saith my fair and beautiful Lycoris..

Sweet nymph! for thee I twin'd those flow'rs...

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Stay, lovely Laura! let us sit and play....
Send back my long-stray'd eyes to me....

Shall I, wasting in despayre ...

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Should mirth be observ'd by her sons to decline....

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See! with ivy chaplet bound.

Stay, Corydon, thou swain...

Saints and angels hear our strains..

Spring returns with aspect mild. . . .

She is faithless and I am undone....
Sweet warbling bird with dulcet note..

So gracious is thy sweet self, so fair, so framed
Sweet poet of the woods! a long adieu.....

Since I'm born a mortal man....

Some feelings are to mortals given....
Soft and sweet, yon blushing rose..
Shepherds, I have lost my love....
Sad winter pass'd, the leafless grove..
See! o'er the hills the mists retire
Siat 'avertiti, O! voi cortesi amanti..
O Sanctissima..

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Sweet object of the zephyr's kiss.

Soldier, soldier take off thy wine..

See what horrid tempests rise.

Spirit Scene, or Is it the roar of Teviot's tide

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Sober lay and mirthful glee (the Harmonists' Glee)......
Slow! fresh font! keep time with my salt tears

She paused, then blushing led the lay

Sweet is the soft and sunny breeze

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Soon as the genial spring renews the shade..

See how fair Flora decks our fields with flowers
Soft Cupid, wanton am'rous boy....

Sometimes a happy rustic swain.......

Sweet Philomela breathe thy plaintive lay...........

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Tell me, shepherds, have you seen.

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The silver swan, who living had no note.............

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The nightingale, the organ of delight.

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The mighty conqueror of hearts....

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The fairest flow'rs the vale prefer
Thyrsis, when he left me, swore....
To the old, long life and treasure....
To be gazing on those charms
The gods of wit and wine prepare..
Thy voice, O harmony! with awful sound..

The spring, the pleasant spring, is blown....
The bee voluptuous roves from bloom to bloom
To love, I wake the silver string...
The girl that I love is as mild as Aurora..

Tell me, fond youth, why wrapp'd in cares.

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The fairy beam upon you

Thy form has a resistless grace....

Triumphant love, with roseate garlands crown'd......

Tourne thee to thie shepster swayne

The cloud cap't towers....

The Cyprian bird, with plaintive moan......
The blossom so pleasing at summer's gay call....
The rose of the valley in spring time was gay.
Thou blessing sent us from above..

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The owl is out in yonder tree..:.

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The old shepherd's dog like his master was grey..

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To wipe the tear from sorrow's eye.

Thou, to whose eyes I bend; at whose command.....

Thou, who alone dost all my thoughts infuse....

'Twas

Sir, 'twas
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Tell me the path, sweet wand'rer, tell...

To the festive board let's hie......

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The nightingale who tunes her warbling notes so sweet ib.
The glories of our birth and state.....

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This bubbling stream not uninstructive flows ....
Tell me on what holy ground......

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Then round about the starry throne....

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The nightingale so soone as Aprill bringeth...
The sea-beat mariner, whose watchful eye.
Thus rolling surges rise.....

Time has not thinn'd my flowing hair.....
To what age must we live without love.....
'Tis midnight all! now sacred silence reigns...
Together let us range the fields.....
The weir'd sisters, hand in hand......

Too late I staid, forgive the crime

To arms! your ensigns straight display....
Thou'rt gone away
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Thy beauteous eyes shine with celestial fire.

Take, oh! take those lips away.

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To all lovers of harmony take off your glasses..

The cup of the tulip with wine is replete...

Throw thy gaudy roses from thee....

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Thou pride of the forest whose dark branches spread.. ib.

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The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new.....

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