Address to Britain
Ah, how sweet it is to love
Britons strike home!
Come unto these yellow sands
Crown the year
From rosy bow'rs
Full fathom five thy father lies
How blest are shepherds
I attempt from love's sickness to fly
I'll sail upon the dog-star
King Fortune smiles
Nymphs and shepherds
On the brow of Richmond Hill
Since from my dear
Stript of their green our groves appear
The knotting song
The pale and the purple rose
The storm
What shall I do to shew how much I love her?
When I am laid in earth