The Earl's Daughter........ The Evening Star. The Farewell........ The Flight of Love The Fugitive from Love..... The Kiss: a Dialogue...... The Lost Love...... The Lover's Vow..... The Mad Girl's Song The Message The Nameless River......... The Nightingale The Nymph's Reply..... The one he would love...... The Passionate Shepherd...... The Picture of T. C. in a Prospect of Flowers....... The Prohibition......... The Quality of a Kiss........... "There is a Garden in her Face".. "There's nae Luck about the House". The Resolve...................... The Shape alone......... The Sleeping Beauty....... The Unchangeable Thy Name Time I've lost, The.. To a Lady.... To Ann...... To Anthea To Aurora..... ...Brome. 104 Rogers. 161 Herrick. 74 .Earl of Stirling. 57 43 282 123 A slumber did my spirit seal.... 164 203 339 100 As it fell upon a day.......... Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea..... As lamps burn silent with unconscious light...... A sword, whose blade has ne'er been wet.... At Paris it was, at the opera there.... Awake, awake, my Lyre!..... A weary lot is thine, fair maid.. Being your slave, what should I do but tend..... 165 41 184 287 293 Bid me to live, and I will live............................... 74 Blest ornament! how happy is thy snare 126 Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art 207 But are ye sure the news is true?...... By Heaven, I'll tell her boldly that 'tis she......... By the side of the broad blue sea.... Cease, anxious world, your fruitless pain.......... Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer...................... 135 102 291 III 289 20 183 Come, rouse thee, dearest !-'tis not well........ Cupid and my Campaspe played........ Day, in melting purple dying...... PAGE 285 322 268 186 25 197 54 34 53 181 From these high hills, as when a spring doth fall.... 13 Gin livin' worth could win my heart. Give me more love or more disdain Give place, ye lovers, here before Go, happy Rose, and, interwove........................ Had I a heart for falsehood framed Ha ha! you think you've killed my fame Here's a health to thee, Mary.. He that loves a rosy cheek... Honest lover, whosoever How may this little tablet feign...... 145 55 15 73 83 150 101 216 56 91 231 |