Turner, Elizabeth
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27 scores
27 scores
The heavy hours are almost past
Turner, Elizabeth
As on a flow'ry bank I lay
Turner, Elizabeth
At Windsor, where Thames glides
Turner, Elizabeth
Come lyrist, tune thy harp
Turner, Elizabeth
Drink to me only with thine eyes
Turner, Elizabeth
B- majorFarewell aspiring thoughts
Turner, Elizabeth
Forgive, thou fairest of thy kind
Turner, Elizabeth
Happy man! the gods outvying
Turner, Elizabeth
Hard is the fate of him who loves
Turner, Elizabeth
In pity Celia, to my pain
Turner, Elizabeth
My days have been so wondrous free
Turner, Elizabeth
Not, Celia, that I juster am
Turner, Elizabeth
E- majorPhillis, with her enchanting voice
Turner, Elizabeth
Possest of ev'ry blooming grace
Turner, Elizabeth
Say, curious painter
Turner, Elizabeth
See, whilst thou weep'st
Turner, Elizabeth
See Chloe, how the blooming morn
Turner, Elizabeth
Tell me, thou soul of her I love
Turner, Elizabeth
The mind of bright Sukey's a jewel
Turner, Elizabeth
Thy vain advice, coy nymph, give o'er
Turner, Elizabeth
Thy vain pursuit, fond youth, give o'er
Turner, Elizabeth
Thyrsis, belov'd of all the plain
Turner, Elizabeth
To heal the wound a bee had made
Turner, Elizabeth
When Delamira shews her face
Turner, Elizabeth
When Stella's charms first met mine eye
Turner, Elizabeth
When first my Phillis did appear
Turner, Elizabeth
Why should your eyes for conquest rove?
Turner, Elizabeth