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... PAGE 317 ib. 318 'Twas you, Sir, 'twas you, Sir ... ib. Tell me the path, sweet wand'rer, tell.... 319 To the festive board let's hie...... ib. The nightingale who tunes her warbling notes so sweet `ib. The glories of our birth and state...... 320 This bubbling stream not uninstructive flows 321 ib. 322 ib. 323 ib. 324 Tell me on what holy ground.. eye. ... Then round about the starry throne.... To all lovers of harmony take off your glasses. ..... Thou pride of the forest whose dark branches spread The Pelican, whose fond parental breast. U. Upon the poplar bough in mournful strains... Under this stone lies Gabriel John.. PAGE 333 334 ib. 335 Up the hill, or cross the lawn.... V. ib. 336 337 Virtue, my Emma, is a gem... W. When nature form'd that angel face.... ... When Sappho tun'd the raptur'd strain.. When all alone my pretty love was playing.. Wanton gales that fondly play... While fools their time in stormy strife employ. We be three poor mariners When winds breathe soft along the silent deep. When Britain on her sea-girt shore.... Where the bee sucks, there lurk I..... 343 344 345 346 347 ib. 348 ib. 349 ib. 350 ib. What Anacreon lov'd we drink...... Where, hapless Ilion! are thy heav'n-built walls...... Which is the properest day to drink.... Would you know my Celia's charms.. What will not gen'rous wine produce Who comes so dark from ocean's roar.... When lurking love in ambush lies...... When the fair rose amidst her flow'ry train...... PAGE 351 ib. Wake now, my love! awake..... 352 With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other... 353 When for the world's repose my fairest sleeps... ib. What shade and what stillness around..... 354 When pearly dew, at early dawn..... We'll drink and we'll never have done boys. Wilt thou lend me thy mare to go a mile.... When as I look'd on my lovely Phillis ib. 365 Where my gentle love strays.... Where is the nymph whose azure eye....... Would you know how we meet o'er our jolly full bowls With sighs, sweet rose, I mark thy faded form. When to England's proud boast (her rough sons of the ib. 366 ib. 367 main) When Thoralis delights to walk. ib. 368 When shall we three meet again. Where art thou wanton ? and I so long have sought thee With a jolly full bottle let each man be arm'd.... Whence comes my love?-O heart! disclose. 373 When the rose-bud of summer, its beauties bestowing.. 374 Whither When charming Chloe gently walks When the fair moon, refulgent lamp of night.. away so fast my dear.. Who has peerless Kitty seen. Where weeping yews and nodding cypress wave. What shall he have that kill'd the deer.. When Daphne dy'd, the sylvans sighed sore. Who like Bacchus can controul.. When beauty's soul, attracting charms.. With the sun we rise at morn: What is love? a sad compound of simples most sweet.. ib. ib. When 'tis night, and the mid-watch is come.............. 384 385 With my jug of brown ale I defy ev'ry care... ར. ib., You gave me your heart t'other day... O young Lochinvar is come out of the west.. Ye restless thoughts that harbour discontent Ye visions wild, Hope's fairy train.... 393 You ask me, dear Jack, for an emblem that's rife.... 394 Ye vales and woods, fair scenes of happier hours.... ib. As APPENDIX. S 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.... In mason's hearts let joy abound.. Welcome, friends of harmony ... .... ..... Bright o'er the green hill rose the morning ray. Dear innocence! where'er thou deign'st to dwell.... 'Tis masonry unites mankind.. .... Gay being born to flutter thro' the day. Fill to the brim, and let the goblet's face.... Thrice happy they who careless laid.. 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...... Dearest, do not now delay me. |