A TABLE OF FIRST LINES.

A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound

A nymph of every charm possess'd

Ah! Chloris could I now but sit

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222

Ah! cruel maid how hast thou chang'd
Ah! how sweet it is to love

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328

Cupid instruct an amorous swain
Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her

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192

Damon, if you will believe me
Daphnis stood pensive in the shade

Dear Chloe what means this disdain
Dear Chloe while thus beyond measure

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157

Fly, thoughtless youth, th' enchantress fly
For ever, Fortune, will thou prove
For tenderness fram'd in life's early day
From all uneasy passions free
From anxious zeal and factious strife

From place to place forlorn I go

Gentle air, thou breath of lovers
Gently touch the warbling lyre
Good madam, when ladies are willing

Good morrow to the day so fair
Go plaintive sounds, and to the fair
Go tell Amynta, gentle swain

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104

Hark, hark, 'tis a voice from the tomb

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How blest has my time been, what days have I known 274

In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest

I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve

It is not, Celia, in our power

It was a friar of order gray

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196

191

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Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by
Mortals learn your lives to measure
My banks they are furnish'd with bees
My days have been so wonderous free

131

My love was fickle once and changing

189

My sheep I neglected, I broke my sheep-hook

267

My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine
My time, O ye Muses! was happily spent

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268

O young Lochinvar is gone out of the West

O'er moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare

Of all the girls that are so smart

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