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Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles, Beguiles my heart, I know not why, And yet I love her till I die. Cupid is winged and doth range, Her country so my love doth change: But change she earth, or change she sky, Yet will I love her till I die. NUMBERS FROM ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES SONG-BOOKS BY UNNAMED OR UNCERTAIN AUTHORS.

1609 71. Love not me for comely grace John Wilbye's Second Set of Madrigals LOVE not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for a constant heart: For these may fail or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever: Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye, And love me still but know not why-- So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever! NUMBERS FROM ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES SONG-BOOKS BY UNNAMED OR UNCERTAIN AUTHORS. 1622 72.

The Wakening John Attye's First Book of Airs ON a time the amorous Silvy Said to her shepherd, 'Sweet, how do ye? Kiss me this once and then God be with ye, My sweetest dear! Kiss me this once and then God be with ye, For now the morning draweth near.' With that, her fairest bosom showing, Op'ning her lips, rich perfumes blowing, She said, 'Now kiss me and be going, My sweetest dear! Kiss me this once and then be going, For now the morning draweth near.' With that the shepherd waked from sleeping, And spying where the day was peeping, He said, 'Now take my soul in keeping, My sweetest dear! Kiss me and take my soul in keeping, Since I must go, now day is near.

Such was that happy
When down their bows
For most I know
In a drear nighted
You are a lovely
Mute music soothes my
Home thoughts from the
But look aloft and
O favour d by
Lufe Love ROBERT HENRYSON
594 The Grave of
She so torments my
Mount we unto the
Her gesture motion and
The definition if he
If to these precepts
V Beauty sweet Love
Love calls to war
She said she saw
Angels cannot tell suffice
You grew a lovely
WILLIAM WALSH 1663 1708
527 England 1802 v
636 To Sleep O
The buzzard came with
He came al so
607 Hellas THE world
Now ryse up Elisa
It tells the conqueror
For all must go
JOHN OLDHAM 1653 1683
Ah Who hath reft
With this He vanish
Be she sullen I
18TH CENT 475 Prayer
553 Time Real and
I do confess thou
O sleep my babe
For though the Muses
Though th error of
See brother see how
We are selfish men
CHRISTOPHER SMART 1722 1770
O how I long
197 That Time and
Malignant Fate sat by
What passion cannot Music
Tis but a step
But hark I hear
WILLIAM ALLINGHAM 1824 1889
Who is it that
Tresses that wear Jewels
Come then Sorrow Sweetest
O sair sair did
O then bespake her
Away away for I
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Whate er she meant
The squirrel gloats on
You lived to be
I wish my grave
Com and trip it
We ll gae down
Now understand to Westmoreland
Yet I can claim
But I have drunk
A broken heart lies
What child is the
If any of them
The solemn echo seems
Crowne ye God Bacchus
She comb d its
The youngest stood upon
Quite through the streets
With that I saw
II Art thou pale
Brave prick song Who
How sweet it were
How many times do
391 Love will find
Sing lullaby my little
Look unto mine handes
539 Mutability FROM low
And lives he still
Come it is just
drumlie miry 502 O
If sweetest sounds can
The Lady was wowd
Then said she I
685 Sonnets from the
II I hear the
Tears shall take comfort
E en so we
If Maiden thou wouldst
104 Fawnia AH were
Till having used our
JAMES HOGG 1770 1835
1792 1822 605 Hymn
Oft on a Plat
Deploir ye ladies cleir
In consecrated Earth And
XI Now fades the
His shipmates drop down
My tongue is my
EMILY BRONTE 1818 1848
But thou because thou
And when our chaffering
But each upbore a
But lang lang after
But there are scholars
Or hear st thou
Not in the evening
VII How fares it
489 The Tiger TIGER
Anacreontics 2 The Epicure
Straightway I was ware
My mother taught me
He gowl d at
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No War or Battails
In vain in vain
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672 Brahma IF the
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Platonick year the perfect
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The Pict no shelter
1788 1846 602 The
Yon rising Moon that
But she breathed of
Your heads must come
JOHN DRYDEN 1631 1700
The spell begins to
My mistress bent that
The secunde braunche sprong
But now I find
Give her strewings but
He I counsel you
Com knit hands and
Sweet month of May
With more than mortal
He s soft and
And there she lulled
There s a passion
But not the praise
And those who husbanded
Her bosom heaved she
O Love who bewailest
If so then cease
Alas on that night
Blessed babe what glorious
Ours is the sky
I wept as I
But the might of
Go tune your voices
No white nor red
Now noon is went
ISOBEL PAGAN 1740 1821
We mourn when licht
Then shalt thou weep
His titty she was
Now fades the glimmering
The Isles of Greece
be that by the
Seven long days and
1709 1784 450 One
261 To Daisies not
Then forth they all
My dearest Friend would
O Son of Man
Take O take those
733 Sorrow COUNT each
Her Passing THE beauty
Hester WHEN maidens such
Syne he has kiss
Therefore to us be
Flowers are lovely Love
Chloris is gone the
So peaceful rests without
syke marsh sheugh trench
SIR HENRY WOTTON 1568
to toune in its
And may at last
Weaving spiders come not
250 To Electra I
O Father of eternal
That Prince come prowdly
They look in every
The stoned steed stampis
320 To Cyriack Skinner
He If that ye
Sweet boy if it
The Bonnie House o
flatter d tossed afloat
I see that makaris
1798 1848 655 The
Let the priest in
I hear you say
The Gordon then his
Go down go down
disteyne bedim y fere
Or did the stern
Bid me to weep
136 Blow blow thou
Spring and Winter ii
With lullaby then wink
PART III There passed
And the music of
On Thracia s hills
Where gat you that
630 Bards of Passion
Threescore summers when they
Alas thought I and
Then make me weep
When flowing cups run
Then awake till rise
O towne of townes
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FRANCIS MAHONY 1805 1866
Thus night oft see
The Musk rose and
CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH NORTON
279 A Renunciation WE
And here s a
707 From In Memoriam
Away away from men
IX So careful of
Tis vain to say
But little did the
When she is by
Betere is tholien whyle
767 A Chanted Calendar
The Call MY blood
He cast of which
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O he s gane
And a good south
Or if chill blustering
The Indian Serenade I
Among the Muses Nine
We climb d on
SIR JOHN SUCKLING 1609
Who are these coming
Why stand ye still

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