16.

The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
The sails their swelling bosom spread,
No longer must she stay aboard;

They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head.
Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land;
'Adieu!' she cries; and waved her lily hand.

SALLY IN OUR ALLEY

Of all the girls that are so smart
There's none like pretty Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.
There is no lady in the land
Is half so sweet as Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

J. Gay

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CLXVII.

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When she is by, I leave my work,
I love her so sincerely;

My master comes like any Turk,
And bangs me most severely--
But let him bang his bellyful,
I'll bear it all for Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

Of all the days that's in the week

I dearly love but one day

And that's the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday;

For then I'm drest all in my best
To walk abroad with Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

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For you alone I ride the ring,
For you I wear the blue;

For

you alone I strive to sing,

O tell me how to woo !

Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;
O tell me how to woo thee!

For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take
Tho' ne'er another trow me.

R. Graham of Gartmore

19.

20.

21.

TO A YOUNG LADY

Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade,

Apt emblem of a virtuous maid—

Silent and chaste she steals along,

Far from the world's gay busy throng:
With gentle yet prevailing force,
Intent upon her destined course;
Graceful and useful all she does,
Blessing and blest where'er she goes;
Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass,
And Heaven reflected in her face.

CLXX.

5

10

W. Cowper

CLXXI.

THE SLEEPING BEAUTY

Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile-
Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes,
Thy rosy lips still wear a smile

And move, and breathe delicious sighs!

Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks
And mantle o'er her neck of snow:
Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks
What most I wish-and fear to know!

5

She starts, she trembles, and she weeps!
Her fair hands folded on her breast:
-And now, how like a saint she sleeps!
A seraph in the realms of rest!

ΤΟ

Sleep on secure! Above controul

Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee:
And may the secret of thy soul
Remain within its sanctuary!

15

S. Rogers

CLXXII.

For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to Love,
And when we meet a mutual heart
Come in between, and bid us part?

23.

5

That I should sing, that I should play.

My lyre I tune, my voice I raise,
But with my numbers mix my sighs
And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise,
I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes.

10

Fair Cloe blush'd; Euphelia frown'd.

I sung, and gazed; I play'd, and trembled:
And Venus to the Loves around

Remark'd how ill we all dissembled.

LOVE'S SECRET

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be ;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

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M. Prior

CLXXIV.