Beviamo tutti tre, un' a la volta. .... PAGE 31 Beauties, have you seen a toy.. ... .... Buz, quoth the blue fly; hum, quoth the bee.... pass. Born in yon blaze of orient sky.. By mason's art the aspiring dome... Beneath a weight of hapless love.. Bacchus, would'st thou deign to hear me Bacchus, sprightly god of wine... Bronte, Piragmo e Sterope.. Bacchus, to arms! the enemy's at hand. ib. 32 ib. ib. 33 ... ib. 34 35 ib ib. 37 ib. 38 39 ib. 40 ... C. Come, come, all noble souls! who skill'd in music's art Consign'd to dust, beneath this stone PAGE Come, bounteous May! in fulness of thy might. Come, Clara! as the lily fair. ... Cold is Cadwallo's tongue.. Chief of the windy Morven. Come, let us all a maying go.. 49 ib. 50 ib. .... 51 ib. 52 Come, shepherd swains, that wont to hear me sing.... 55 59 Come, if you dare, our trumpets sound..... ib. Come bind my hair, ye wood-nymphs fair. Charming to love is morning's hour.... Come hither boy, if thou wilt learn to thrive, then 60 61 62 ib. 63 64 ib. 65 66 67 Die not, fond man, before thy day. Discord, dire sister of the slaught'ring pow'r Desolate is the dwelling of Mona.. Down in a valley as Alexis trips Daughter, sweet, of voice and air.......... Drink to me only with thine eyes. Due begl' Occhi lucente. PAGE 67 68 ib. 69 ib. 70 ib. Dear father, the girl you design me in marriage...... 71 RAKANAR ib. Dainty, fine bird, thou art encaged there.. ib. 74 Deh! dove, senza me, dolce mia vita Æthereal race, inhabitants of air... E'er sin could blight, or sorrow fade..... Ev'ry bush new springing.... Fill the bowl with rosy wine.. From this roof my shepherd went. From peace and social joy Medusa flies... 79 ib. 80 78 80 81 ib. 82 ib. I've often heard her say that she lov'd posies... From thy waves, stormy Lannow, I fly. ... Forced from home, and all its pleasures. Fair Flora decks the flow'ry ground.. Fair Aurora prithee stay.. PAGE 82 83 84 86 ib. 87 ib. Fair, sweet, cruel, why dost thou fly me. Father of light and life! thou good supreme... Fear no more the heat of the sun.... Friendship, thou social bond of life.. Fly, Love, to heav'n above, and look out Fortune.... Friendship, thou dearest blessing heav'n bestows... Flora now calleth forth each flow'r From the fair Lavinian shore..... ... 88 ib. 89 ib 90 ib. 91 ib. 92 93 ib. .... 94 ib. 95 Fair Susan did her wife hode well maintain.. Flow, O my tears! flow, and cease not Father of heroes.... Fill high the grape's exulting stream. Fill all the glasses, fill them high . G. Great Bacchus, O aid us to sing thy great glory`. Good night, good rest?-Ah! neither be my Gay Bacchus lay sleeping one day in a shade.... Go tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies... Gallant and gayly on the waves riding. Go Damon go, Amarillis bids adieu..... H. Hark! the lark at heav'n's gate sings How sleep the brave, who sink to rest..... Hail! Star of Brunswick... Hope tells a flatt'ring tale Had heaps of treasur'd gold the power ... Hail! smiling morn! that tips the hills with gold..... How dread the crash! how vivid is the glare Here shall soft charity repair.. ..... Hence away, ye Syrens leave me.. .... PAGE 101 ib. ib. 103 Hail, golden lyre! whose heav'n invented string..... C ib. 101 105 ib. 107 ib. 108 ib. 109 ib. 110 ib. 111 ib. 112 113 ib. 114 ib. 115 ib. 116 ib. 117 |