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To Delia, with some ficwers; complaining how much bis
E L E G Y XXVI. Describing the sorrow of an ingenuous mind, on the melancholy event of a licentious amour.
ODES, SONGS, BALLADS, &c.
Rural elegance : an ode to the late duchess of Somerset. Written 1750.
105 Ode to memory. 1748.
117 The princess Elizabeth: a ballad alluding to a story
recorded of her, when she was prisoner at Woodstock, 1554.
120 Ode to a young lady, somewhat too sollicitous about ber manner of expression.
123 Nancy of the vale. A ballad.
125 Ode to indolence. 1750.
128 Ode to health. 1730.
130 To a lady of quality, fitting up her library. 1738. 133 Upon a visit to the same in winter. 1748. 135 An irregular ode after fickness. 1749.
137 Written in a flower book of my own colouring, designed for lady Plimouth. 1753-4.
142 Anacreontic. 1738.
143 Ode. Written 1739.
145 The dying kid.
Songs, written chiefly between the year 1737 and
LEVITIES, or PIECES of HUMOUR.
Flirt and Pbil; a decision for the ladies.
in marriage to a person undeserving ber.
The judgment of Hercules.
The End of the First VOLUME.
smiles of my
I have left my
Recollection or The Shepherd's Garlando on filing of Four News Paftoral Ballads, supillen after lewing Cheltenham, 1743.
Hlini Fonker, bis mollia frala, ascori;
Mie nemnd, hic ipro limun Ye Shepherds so chearfoil & gay But why do I languish in van That kind your free sheep any plain Why wander this pensively here If mmq wer happen to stray
or why have I come from the plan pall the poor vageants again Where I fed on y Allow me to mufen
favourite mail Nortalk of the change it yo find the pride of these vallsys is flow Norr ona ona was more active than 9 Alas where with her I have tray
haar Payl is be hired) I could wander with pleasure allo Now I know what it is to have strove
. Wherefore'd the fair hynoph, "foreg With a mixture of doubtsdesire
What anguish I felt at What it is to admire & to love
yil 9 thought aborito not be so And to have what we loved admire has to pain gishe san mi dipa Åh! land forth my flock ning She iofsuch a lunguajhning misou And the damps of the Evining yepill my patt. I could no where.diziar Alas! I am faint and fortorn
So wartly she bade me adien, 9 I hour bid
deur Phylk is for wall sthaught that she hade murska Srice Phyllis vonchsaga lock
Inwer once dreamt of my
. That I prize'd the dear moments no