SCOTT, Walter (1771-1832), CV, CLXX, CLXXXII, CLXXXVI, CXCII, SHAKESPEARE, William (1564-1616), III, IV, VI, VII, VIII, X, XI, SHELLEY, Percy Bysshe (1795-1822), CLXXII, CLXXVI, CLXXXIV, SOUTHEY, Robert (1774-1843), CCXVI, CCXXVIII SPENSER, Edmund (1553–1598-9), LIII SUCKLING, John (1608-9-1641), CI SYLVESTER, Joshua (1563-1618), xxv THOMSON, James (1700-1748), CXXII, CXXXVI VAUGHAN, Henry (1621–1695), LXXV VERE, Edward (1534-1604), XLI WALLER, Edmund (1605-1687), LXXXIX, XCV WEBSTER, John (1638?), XLVII WOLFE, Charles (1791-1823), CCXVIII WORDSWORTH, William (1770-1850), CLXXIV, CLXXVII, CLXXVIII, WOTTON, Henry (1568-1639), 1.XXII, LXXXIV WYAT, Thomas (1503-1542), XXI, xxxIII UNKNOWN IX, XVII, XL, LXXX, LXXXVI, XCI, XCIV, XCVII, CVI, INDEX OF FIRST LINES Absence, hear thou my protestation. A Chieftain to the Highlands bound A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by. Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit 8 216 328 84 221 147 202 182 317 Art thou pale for weariness. Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers 327 44 At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears 305 At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly. 237 Avenge, O Lord! thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones 60 Being your slave, what should I do but tend Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed. Bid me to live, and I will live. 304 8 293 320 94 Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren. Come live with me and be my Love Crabbed Age and Youth Cupid and my Campaspe play'd . Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench Daughter of Jove, relentless power. Daughter to that good earl, once President Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move Down in yon garden sweet and gay 122 32 235 35 38 74 27 33 4 б 37 79 190 300 12 47 144 91 181 Drink to me only with thine eyes Duncan Gray cam here to woo Earl March look'd on his dying child 234 Happy the man, whose wish and care He that loves a rosy cheek. He is gone on the mountain How happy is he born and taught How like a winter hath my absence been. 279 ΙΟΙ III 116 219 75 9 141 221 109 I am monarch of all I survey. I arise from dreams of Thee I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden If Thou survive my well-contented day If to be absent were to be . If women could be fair, and yet not fond. I have had playmates, I have had companions 192 209 329 169 152 212 35 97 31 261 In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile . 353 . 105 Let me not to the marriage of true minds 18 199 Mortality, behold and fear. Mary! I want a lyre with other strings Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour Mine be a cot beside the hill Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold My days among the Dead are past My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My Love in her attire doth shew her wit My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow My true-love hath my heart, and I have his. No longer mourn for me when I am dead Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note Not, Celia, that I juster am Now the golden Morn aloft Now the last day of many days. 257 96 129 323 |