LIST OF FIRST LINES.
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| A grove there grows, round with the sea confin'd, | ii. | [239] |
| A king and no king! Is he gone from us, | ii. | [181] |
| A tender kid—see, where 'tis put— | ii. | [293] |
| A ward, and still in bonds, one day | i. | 19 |
| A wit most worthy in tried gold to shine, | i. | 2 |
| Accept, dread Lord, the poor oblation; | i. | 92 |
| Accipe prærapido salmonem in gurgite captum, | ii. | [267] |
| Against the virtuous man we all make head, | ii. | [305] |
| Ah! He is fled! | i. | 40 |
| Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry | i. | 123 |
| All sorts of men, who live on Earth, | ii. | [235] |
| All worldly things, even while they grow, decay | ii. | [304] |
| Almighty Spirit! Thou that by | ii. | [144] |
| Amyntas go, thou art undone | ii. | [12] |
| And do they so? have they a sense | i. | 87 |
| And for life's sake to lose the crown of life. | ii. | [303] |
| And is the bargain thought too dear | ii. | [311] |
| And rising at midnight the stars espied | ii. | [297] |
| And will not bear the cry | ii. | [301] |
| As Egypt's drought by Nilus is redress'd | ii. | [304] |
| As kings do rule like th' heavens, who dispense | ii. | [289] |
| As Time one day by me did pass, | i. | 234 |
| As travellers, when the twilight's come | i. | 146 |
| Ask, lover, e'er thou diest; let one poor breath | ii. | [11] |
| Awake, glad heart! get up and sing! | i. | 105 |
| Base man! and couldst thou think Cato alone | ii. | [301] |
| Be dumb, coarse measures, jar no more; to me | i. | 195 |
| Be still, black parasites, | i. | 187 |
| Bless me! what damps are here! how stiff an air! | ii. | [65] |
| Blessed, unhappy city! dearly lov'd, | i. | 218 |
| Blessings as rich and fragrant crown your heads | ii. | [92] |
| Blest be the God of harmony and love! | i. | 76 |
| Blest infant bud, whose blossom-life | i. | 120 |
| Boast not, proud Golgotha, that thou canst show | ii. | [197] |
| Bright and blest beam! whose strong projection, | i. | 121 |
| Bright books! the perspectives to our weak sights: | ii. | [245] |
| Bright Queen of Heaven! God's Virgin Spouse! | i. | 225 |
| Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of bliss; | i. | 114 |
| But night and day doth his own life molest, | ii. | [302] |
| Can any tell me what it is? Can you | ii. | [268] |
| Chance taking from me things of highest price | ii. | [292] |
| Come, come! what do I here? | i. | 61 |
| Come, drop your branches, strew the way | i. | 216 |
| Come, my heart! come, my head, | i. | 52 |
| Come, my true consort in my joys and care! | ii. | [317] |
| Come sapless blossom, creep not still on earth, | i. | 166 |
| Curtain'd with clouds in a dark night | ii. | [132] |
| Darkness, and stars i' th' mid-day! They invite | ii. | [18] |
| Dear, beauteous saint! more white than day | i. | 227 |
| Dear friend, sit down, and bear awhile this shade | i. | 193 |
| Dear friend! whose holy, ever-living lines | i. | 91 |
| Dearest! if you those fair eyes—wond'ring—stick | ii. | [115] |
| Death and darkness, get you packing, | i. | 133 |
| Diminuat ne sera dies præsentis honorem | ii. | [51] |
| Draw near, fond man, and dress thee by this glass, | ii. | [294] |
| Dust and clay, | i. | 180 |
| Early, while yet the dark was gay | ii. | [255] |
| Eternal God! Maker of all | i. | 285 |
| Et sic in cithara, sic in dulcedine vitæ | ii. | [266] |
| Excel then if thou canst, be not withstood, | ii. | [291] |
| Fair and young light! my guide to holy | i. | 236 |
| Fair order'd lights—whose motion without noise | i. | 155 |
| Fair Prince of Light! Light's living well! | ii. | [249] |
| Fair, shining mountains of my pilgrimage | ii. | [247] |
| Fair, solitary path! whose blessed shades | i. | 256 |
| Fair vessel of our daily light, whose proud | ii. | [257] |
| Fairly design'd! to charm our civil rage | ii. | [171] |
| False life! a foil and no more, when | i. | 282 |
| Fancy and I, last evening, walk'd, | ii. | [15] |
| Farewell! I go to sleep; but when | i. | 73 |
| Farewell thou true and tried reflection | ii. | [276] |
| Farewell, you everlasting hills! I'm cast | i. | 43 |
| Father of lights! what sunny seed, | i. | 189 |
| Feeding on fruits which in the heavens do grow, | ii. | [291] |
| Flaccus, not so: that worldly he | ii. | [152] |
| Fool that I was! to believe blood | ii. | [209] |
| For shame desist, why shouldst thou seek my fall? | ii. | [200] |
| Fortune—when with rash hands she quite turmoils | ii. | [134] |
| Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair face | ii. | [252] |
| From fruitful beds and flow'ry borders, | ii. | [272] |
| From the first hour the heavens were made | ii. | [296] |
| Go catch the phœnix, and then bring | ii. | [217] |
| Go, go, quaint follies, sugar'd sin, | i. | 113 |
| Go, if you must! but stay—and know | ii. | [222] |
| Had I adored the multitude and thence | ii. | [169] |
| Hail, sacred shades! cool, leafy house! | ii. | [26] |
| Happy is he, that with fix'd eyes | ii. | [224] |
| Happy that first white age! when we | ii. | [138] |
| Happy those early days, when I | i. | 59 |
| Have I so long in vain thy absence mourn'd? | ii. | [309] |
| He that thirsts for glory's prize, | ii. | [140] |
| Here holy Anselm lives in ev'ry page, | ii. | [298] |
| Here, take again thy sackcloth! and thank heav'n | ii. | [83] |
| Here the great well-spring of wash'd souls, with beams | ii. | [313] |
| His deep, dark heart—bent to supplant— | ii. | [292] |
| Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all night | i. | 207 |
| How could that paper sent, | ii. | [307] |
| How is man parcell'd out! how ev'ry hour | i. | 139 |
| How kind is Heav'n to man! if here | i. | 107 |
| How oft have we beheld wild beasts appear | ii. | [325] |
| How rich, O Lord, how fresh Thy visits are! | i. | 105 |
| How shrill are silent tears! when sin got head | i. | 124 |
| I am confirm'd, and so much wing is given | ii. | [79] |
| I call'd it once my sloth: in such an age | ii. | [58] |
| I cannot reach it; and my striving eye | i. | 249 |
| I did but see thee! and how vain it is | ii. | [90] |
| I have consider'd it; and find | i. | 90 |
| I have it now: | i. | 238 |
| I knew it would be thus! and my just fears | ii. | [94] |
| I knew thee not, nor durst attendance strive | ii. | [87] |
| I saw beneath Tarentum's stately towers | ii. | [296] |
| I saw Eternity the other night | i. | 150 |
| I see the Temple in thy pillar rear'd; | i. | 261 |
| I see the use: and know my blood | i. | 69 |
| I've read thy soul's fair nightpiece, and have seen | ii. | [77] |
| I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour, | i. | 171 |
| I whose first year flourished with youthful verse, | ii. | [125] |
| I wonder, James, through the whole history | ii. | [70] |
| I write not here, as if thy last in store | ii. | [59] |
| I wrote it down. But one that saw | i. | 264 |
| If Amoret, that glorious eye, | ii. | [13] |
| "If any have an ear," | i. | 242 |
| If I were dead, and in my place | ii. | [16] |
| If old tradition hath not fail'd, | ii. | [233] |
| If sever'd friends by sympathy can join, | ii. | [178] |
| If this world's friends might see but once | i. | 232 |
| If weeping eyes could wash away | ii. | [151] |
| If with an open, bounteous hand | ii. | [135] |
| In all the parts of earth, from farthest West, | ii. | [28] |
| In March birds couple, a new birth | ii. | [295] |
| In those bless'd fields of everlasting air | ii. | [119] |
| Isca parens florum, placido qui spumeus ore | ii. | [157] |
| It is perform'd! and thy great name doth run | ii. | [193] |
| It lives when kill'd, and brancheth when 'tis lopp'd | ii. | [301] |
| It would less vex distressèd man | ii. | [145] |
| Jesus, my life! how shall I truly love Thee? | i. | 200 |
| Joy of my life while left me here! | i. | 67 |
| Knave's tongues and calumnies no more doth prize | ii. | [292] |
| King of comforts! King of Life! | i. | 127 |
| King of mercy, King of love, | i. | 174 |
| Learning and Law, your day is done, | ii. | [213] |
| Leave Amoret, melt not away so fast | ii. | [23] |
| Let me not weep to see thy ravish'd house | ii. | [307] |
| Let not thy youth and false delights | ii. | [146] |
| Life, Marcellina, leaving thy fair frame, | ii. | [312] |
| Like some fair oak, that when her boughs | ii. | [302] |
| [Like] to speedy posts, bear hence the lamp of life | ii. | [304] |
| Long life, oppress'd with many woes, | ii. | [306] |
| Long since great wits have left the stage | ii. | [211] |
| Lord, bind me up, and let me lie | i. | 161 |
| Lord Jesus! with what sweetness and delights, | i. | 177 |
| Lord, since Thou didst in this vile clay | i. | 116 |
| Lord! what a busy restless thing | i. | 48 |
| Lord, when Thou didst on Sinai pitch, | i. | 148 |
| Lord, when Thou didst Thyself undress, | i. | 51 |
| Lord, with what courage, and delight | i. | 80 |
| Love, the world's life! What a sad death | ii. | [223] |
| Man should with virtue arm'd and hearten'd be | ii. | [303] |
| Mark, when the evening's cooler wings | ii. | [21] |
| Most happy man! who in his own sweet fields | ii. | [236] |
| My dear, Almighty Lord! why dost Thou weep? | i. | 220 |
| My God and King! to Thee | i. | 259 |
| My God, how gracious art Thou! I had slipt | i. | 89 |
| My God! Thou that didst die for me, | i. | 13 |
| My God, when I walk in those groves | i. | 30 |
| My soul, my pleasant soul, and witty, | ii. | [294] |
| My soul, there is a country | i. | 83 |
| Nature even for herself doth lay a snare, | ii. | [303] |
| Nimble sigh on thy warm wings, | ii. | [10] |
| Nothing on earth, nothing at all | ii. | [149] |
| Now I have seen her; and by Cupid | ii. | [206] |
| Now that the public sorrow doth subside | ii. | [189] |
| O book! Life's guide! how shall we part; | i. | 287 |
| O come, and welcome! come, refine! | ii. | [251] |
| O come away, | i. | 274 |
| O day of life, of light, of love! | i. | 267 |
| O do not go! Thou know'st I'll die! | i. | 214 |
| O dulcis luctus, risuque potentior omni! | ii. | [221] |
| O health, the chief of gifts divine! | ii. | [293] |
| O holy, blessed, glorious Three, | i. | 201 |
| O in what haste, with clouds and night | ii. | [126] |
| O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flowers | i. | 71 |
| O knit me, that am crumbled dust! the heap | i. | 46 |
| O my chief good! | i. | 84 |
| O quæ frondosæ per amœna cubilia silvæ | ii. | [160] |
| O, subtle Love! thy peace is war; | ii. | [220] |
| O tell me whence that joy doth spring | i. | 284 |
| O the new world's new-quick'ning Sun! | i. | 289 |
| O Thou great builder of this starry frame, | ii. | [129] |
| O Thou that lovest a pure and whiten'd soul; | i. | 130 |
| O Thou! the first-fruits of the dead, | i. | 78 |
| O Thou who didst deny to me | ii. | [263] |
| O Thy bright looks! Thy glance of love | i. | 197 |
| O when my God, my Glory, brings | i. | 260 |
| Obdurate still and tongue-tied, you accuse | ii. | [308] |
| Oft have I seen, when that renewing breath | i. | 25 |
| Patience digesteth misery | ii. | [302] |
| Peace? and to all the world? Sure One, | ii. | [259] |
| Peace, peace! I blush to hear thee; when thou art | i. | 108 |
| Peace, peace! I know 'twas brave; | i. | 65 |
| Peace, peace! it is not so. Thou dost miscall | i. | 137 |
| Peter, when thou this pleasant world dost see, | ii. | [299] |
| Praying! and to be married! It was rare, | i. | 37 |
| Quid celebras auratam undam, et combusta pyropis | ii. | [265] |
| Quite spent with thoughts, I left my cell, and lay | i. | 57 |
| Quod vixi, Mathæe dedit pater, hæc tamen olim | ii. | [158] |
| Sacred and secret hand! | i. | 223 |
| Sad, purple well! whose bubbling eye | i. | 254 |
| Saw not, Lysimachus, last day, when we | ii. | [195] |
| Say, witty fair one, from what sphere | ii. | [100] |
| See what thou wert! by what Platonic round | ii. | [175] |
| See you that beauteous queen, which no age tames? | ii. | [219] |
| Sees not my friend, what a deep snow | ii. | [99] |
| Shall I believe you can make me return, | ii. | [306] |
| Shall I complain, or not? or shall I mask | ii. | [112] |
| Sickness and death, you are but sluggish things, | ii. | [309] |
| Silence and stealth of days! 'Tis now, | i. | 74 |
| Since dying for me, Thou didst crave no more | i. | 278 |
| Since I in storms us'd most to be, | i. | 283 |
| Since in a land not barren still, | i. | 145 |
| Since last we met, thou and thy horse—my dear— | ii. | [73] |
| Sion's true, glorious God! on Thee | i. | 269 |
| So from our cold, rude world, which all things tires, | ii. | [204] |
| So our decays God comforts by | ii. | [295] |
| So, stick up ivy and the bays, | ii. | [261] |
| Some esteem it no point of revenge to kill | ii. | [323] |
| Some struggle and groan as if by panthers torn, | ii. | [300] |
| Still young and fine! but what is still in view | i. | 230 |
| Sure, it was so. Man in those early days | i. | 101 |
| Sure Priam will to mirth incline, | ii. | [291] |
| Sure, there's a tie of bodies! and as they | i. | 82 |
| Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, | i. | 209 |
| Sweet, harmless live[r]s!—on whose leisure | i. | 158 |
| Sweet, sacred hill! on whose fair brow | i. | 49 |
| Tentasti, fateor, sine vulnere sæpius et me | i. | liv |
| Thanks, mighty Silver! I rejoice to see | ii. | [68] |
| That man for misery excell'd | ii. | [293] |
| That the fierce pard doth at a beck | ii. | [325] |
| That the world in constant force | ii. | [142] |
| The lucky World show'd me one day | i. | 226 |
| The naked man too gets the field, | ii. | [300] |
| The painful cross with flowers and palms is crown'd, | ii. | [314] |
| The pains of Saints and Saints' rewards are twins, | ii. | [314] |
| The plenteous evils of frail life fill the old: | ii. | [305] |
| The strongest body and the best | ii. | [323] |
| The trees we set grow slowly, and their shade | ii. | [297] |
| The untired strength of never-ceasing motion, | ii. | [324] |
| The whole wench—how complete soe'er—was but | ii. | [298] |
| There are that do believe all things succeed | ii. | [295] |
| There's need, betwixt his clothes, his bed and board | ii. | [322] |
| They are all gone into the world of light! | i. | 182 |
| —They fain would—if they might— | ii. | [302] |
| This is the day—blithe god of sack—which we, | ii. | [106] |
| This pledge of your joint love, to heaven now fled, | ii. | [308] |
| Those sacred days by tedious Time delay'd, | ii. | [315] |
| Though since thy first sad entrance by | i. | 272 |
| Thou that know'st for whom I mourn, | i. | 54 |
| Thou the nepenthe easing grief | ii. | [301] |
| Thou who didst place me in this busy street | i. | 244 |
| Thou, who dost flow and flourish here below, | i. | 198 |
| Thou, whose sad heart, and weeping head lies low | i. | 133 |
| Through pleasant green fields enter you the way | ii. | [313] |
| Through that pure virgin shrine, | i. | 251 |
| Time's teller wrought into a little round, | ii. | [324] |
| 'Tis a sad Land, that in one day | i. | 23 |
| 'Tis dead night round about: Horror doth creep | i. | 41 |
| 'Tis madness sure; and I am in the fit, | ii. | [184] |
| 'Tis not rich furniture and gems, | ii. | [147] |
| 'Tis now clear day: I see a rose | i. | 33 |
| 'Tis true, I am undone: yet, ere I die, | ii. | [17] |
| To live a stranger unto life | ii. | [304] |
| True life in this is shown, | ii. | [304] |
| 'Twas so; I saw thy birth. That drowsy lake | i. | 45 |
| Tyrant, farewell! this heart, the prize | ii. | [8] |
| Unfold! Unfold! Take in His light, | ii. | [254] |
| Up, O my soul! and bless the Lord! O God, | i. | 202 |
| Up to those bright and gladsome hills, | i. | 136 |
| Vain, sinful art! who first did fit | i. | 219 |
| Vain wits and eyes | i. | 16 |
| Virtue's fair cares some people measure | ii. | [303] |
| Vivaces oculorum ignes et lumina dia | ii. | [159] |
| Waters above! eternal springs! | ii. | [248] |
| Weary of this same clay and straw, I laid | i. | 153 |
| We thank you, worthy Sir, that now we see | ii. | [97] |
| Weighing the steadfastness and state | i. | 169 |
| Welcome, dear book, soul's joy and food! The feast | i. | 103 |
| Welcome sweet and sacred feast! welcome life! | i. | 134 |
| Welcome, white day! a thousand suns, | i. | 184 |
| Well, we are rescued! and by thy rare pen | ii. | [104] |
| What can the man do that succeeds the king? | i. | 247 |
| What clouds, Menalcas, do oppress thy brow, | ii. | [278] |
| What fix'd affections, and lov'd laws | ii. | [228] |
| What happy, secret fountain, | i. | 241 |
| What greater good hath decked great Pompey's crown | ii. | [306] |
| What is't to me that spacious rivers run | ii. | [295] |
| What planet rul'd your birth? what witty star? | ii. | [57] |
| What smiling star in that fair night, | ii. | [214] |
| What though they boast their riches unto us? | ii. | [292] |
| Whatever 'tis, whose beauty here below | i. | 191 |
| When Daphne's lover here first wore the bays, | ii. | [61] |
| When first I saw True Beauty, and Thy joys | i. | 168 |
| When first Thou didst even from the grave | i. | 110 |
| When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave | i. | 94 |
| When Jove a heav'n of small glass did behold, | ii. | [238] |
| When the Crab's fierce constellation | ii. | [131] |
| When the fair year | i. | 212 |
| When the sun from his rosy bed | ii. | [136] |
| When through the North a fire shall rush | i. | 28 |
| When to my eyes, | i. | 63 |
| When we are dead, and now, no more | ii. | [5] |
| When with these eyes, clos'd now by Thee, | i. | 271 |
| Whenever did, I pray, | ii. | [322] |
| Where reverend bards of old have sate | ii. | [172] |
| Where'er my fancy calls, there I go still, | ii. | [322] |
| Whither, O whither didst thou fly | ii. | [250] |
| Who wisely would for his retreat | ii. | [137] |
| Who would unclouded see the laws | ii. | [230] |
| Who on you throne of azure sits, | i. | 142 |
| Whom God doth take care for, and love, | ii. | [306] |
| Whose calm soul in a settled state | ii. | [128] |
| Whose guilty soul, with terrors fraught, doth frame, | ii. | [303] |
| Whose hissings fright all Nature's monstrous ills, | ii. | [305] |
| With restless cares they waste the night and day, | ii. | [322] |
| With what deep murmurs, through Time's silent stealth, | i. | 280 |
| Y Pader, pan trier, Duw-tri a'i dododd | ii. | [323] |
| You have consum'd my language, and my pen, | ii. | [109] |
| You have oblig'd the patriarch: and 'tis known | ii. | [187] |
| You minister to others' wounds a cure, | ii. | [291] |
| You see what splendour through the spacious aisle, | ii. | [314] |
| You that to wash your flesh and souls draw near, | ii. | [312] |
| Youth, beauty, virtue, innocence | ii. | [102] |
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