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XV. Tell me why, my sweetest dove
XVI. Thou, whose soft and rosy hues
XVII. And now, with all thy pencil's truth
XVIII. Now the star of day is high
XIX. Here recline you, gentle maid .
XX. One day the Muses twined the hands
XXI. Observe when mother Earth is dry
XXII. The Phrygian rock that braves the
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Tunbridge-Wells
To. Never mind how the pedagogue
proses.
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like thee
At night
To-. I often wish that thou wert dead
TOM CRIB'S MEMORIAL TO CONGRESS, Pre-
storm
XXIII. I often wish this languid lyre.
XXIV. To all that breathe the airs of heaven.
XXV. Once in each revolving year
XXVI. Thy harp may sing of Troy's alarms
XXVII. We read the flying courser's name
XXVIII. As in the Lemnian caves of fire
XXIX. Yes-loving is a painful thrill
XXX. 'T was in an airy dream of night
XXXI. Arm'd with an hyacinthine rod
XXXII. Strew me a breathing bed of leaves
XXXIII. 'T was noon of night, when round the
pole.
XXXIV. Oh thou, of all creation bless'd.
XXXV. Cupid once upon a bed
XXXVI. If hoarded gold possess'd a power
XXXVII. 'T was night, and many a circling bowl
XXXVIII. Let us drain the nectar'd bowl.
XXXIX. How I love the festive boy.
XL. I know that Heaven ordains me here.
XLI. When Spring begems the dewy scene.
XLII. Yes, be the glorious revel mine
XLIII. While our rosy fillets shed.
XLIV. Buds of roses, virgin flowers
XLV. Within this goblet, rich and deep .
XLVI. See, the young, the rosy spring
XLVII. 'T is true, my fading years decline
XLVIII. When my thirsty soul I steep
XLIX. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy.
L. When I drink, I feel, I feel.
LI. Fly not thus my brow of snow
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RHYMES ON THE ROAD, etc.
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Notes
FABLES FOR THE HOLY ALLIANCE.
LXII. Fill me, boy, as deep a draught
LXIII. To love, the soft and blooming child
LXIV. Haste thee, nymph, whose winged spear
LXV. Like some wanton filly sporting
LXVI. To thee, the queen of nymphs divine.
LXVII. Gentle youth! whose looks assume
LXVIII. Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn.
LXIX. Now Neptune's sullen month appears
LXX. They wove the lotus band, to deck
LXXI. A broken cake, with honey sweet.
LXXII. With twenty chords my lyre is hung.
LXXIII. Fare thee well, perfidious maid
LXXIV. I bloom'd awhile, a happy flower.
LXXV. Monarch Love! resistless boy.
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