U. Upon the poplar bough in mournful strains... Underneath this myrtle shade... PAGE 333 334 ib. 335 Up the hill, or cross the lawn.... V. Virtue, my Emma, is a gem. . ib. 336 337 W. When nature form'd that angel face.... When Arthur first in court began.. .... When gay Bacchus fills my breast... When Sappho tun'd the raptur'd strain. When all alone my pretty love was playing........... While fools their time in stormy strife employ.. We be three poor mariners ib. 338 339 ib. 340 341 ib. 342 ib. Where, hapless Ilion! are thy heav'n-built walls...... Who comes so dark from ocean's roar.. When lurking love in ambush lies..... ib. 350 When the fair rose amidst her flow'ry train... With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other... When pearly dew, at early dawn..... With a gen'rous youthful soul.... Weep silly soul disdained .... We'll drink and we'll never have done boys.... Wilt thou lend me thy mare to go a mile.... Would you know how we meet o'er our jolly full bowls When to England's proud boast (her rough sons of the PAGE 351 ib. 352 353 ib. 354 355 ib. 356 357 358 359 360 361 ib. 362 363 364 ib. ib. 365 ib. ib. main)... When Thoralis delights to walk When shall we three meet again.. Where art thou wanton? and I so long have sought thee When wearied wretches sink to sleep Where are those hours on rosy pinions borne. Where'er thy navy spreads her canvas wings ib. Whence comes my love?-O heart! disclose. 373 When the rose-bud of summer, its beauties bestowing.. 374 When the fair moon, refulgent lamp of night... 378 ib. 381 What shall he have that kill'd the deer.. When charming Chloe gently walks When Daphne dy'd, the sylvans sighed sore.. Who like Bacchus can controul...... .... What is love? a sad compound of simples most sweet.. Y. You gave me your heart t'other day..... ib. 382 ib.' 388 ib. ib. 384 385 ib. 386 388 389 .ib. young Lochinvar is come out of the west... Ye visions wild, Hope's fairy train.......... You, gentlemen of England.... You pretty birds that sit and sing. Ye cheerful virgins, have you seen... PAGE 390 392 ib. 393 394 ib. 395 396 397 398 APPENDIX. As a rosy wreath I bound............. With me compose the wreath of flow'rs.. Hark the merry pipe and tabor...... Tears o'er my parted Thirzas grave I shed.... Welcome, friends of harmony... Bright o'er the green hill rose the morning ray Dear innocence! where'er thou deign'st to dwell.... Gay being born to flutter thro' the day.... Fill to the brim, and let the goblet's face... Thrice happy they who careless laid..... 399 400 ib. 401 ib. 402 ...... ib. 403 404 ib. 405 ib. 406 407 408 409 Sleep! soft fair form, await th' Almighty's will... The breathing organ swells the sound of woe.. Heard you not his spirit singing.. Dearest, do not now delay me..... Why does azure deck the sky... THE TRIUMPHES OF ORIANA, AND Orlando Gibbons's Madrigals. HENCE stars! you dazel but the sight...... With angels face and brightnesse, and orient hew.... Lightly she whipped o'er the dales............. Long live fair Oriana.... All cre'tures now are merry minded...... PAGE 413 ib. 414 ib. 415 ib. 416 417 418 ... ib. 419 Faire Oriana beauties queene.... The faunes and satirs trip-ping..... Come gentle swaines and shepherds daintie daughters.. ib. Hark! did ye ever heare so sweet a singing. 422 As Vesta was from Latmos bill descending.. Fayre Oriana in the morne Round about hir charret with all admiring strains.... Bright Phoebus greetes most cleerely.. Come, come, blessed bird and with thy sugred rellish.. 426 Hark, heare you not a heavenly harmony........ ib. 427 |