Here dwells no hartlesse Love, no palsey fears,

No short joys purchased with eternal tears. A182, H60

51 hot loves Walton: hot youths H60: past years A182

53 be] prove A182

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

The poems marked * are contained in Appendixes B and C of doubtful or unauthentic poems. Those marked † are poems to or on Donne.

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[A Sheafe of Snakes used heretofore to be][399]
[*Absence heare my protestation][428]
[After those reverend papers, whose soule is][214]
[All haile sweet Poët, more full of more strong fire,][203]
[†All is not well when such a one as I][374]
[All Kings, and all their favorites][24]
[Although thy hand and faith, and good workes too,][82]
[*And though thy glasse a burning one become][462]
[As due by many titles I resigne][322]
[As the sweet sweat of Roses in a Still][90]
[As virtuous men passe mildly away][49]
[At once, from hence, my lines and I depart,][206]
[At the round earths imagin'd corners, blow][325]
[Away thou fondling motley humorist,][145]
[Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you][328]
[Before I sigh my last gaspe, let me breath,][56]
[*Beleeve yor Glasse, and if it tell you (Deare)][455]
[Beyond th'old Pillers many have travailed][76]
[Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with teares][28]
[Blest are your North parts, for all this long time][213]
[Both rob'd of aire, we both lye in one ground,][75]
[Busie old foole, unruly Sunne,][11]
[By childrens births, and death, I am become][75]
[*By Euphrates flowry side][424]
[By miracles exceeding power of man,][320]
[By our first strange and fatall interview,][111]
[†Can we not force from widdowed Poetry,][378]
[*Chast Love, let mee embrace thee in mine armes][445]
[*Come, Fates; I feare you not. All whom I owe][407]
[Come live with mee, and bee my love,][46]
[Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defie,][119]
[*Comend her? no. I dare not terme her fayre,][439]
[Compassion in the world againe is bred:][78]
[†Conquerar? ignavoque sequar tua funera planctu?][390]
[*Cruell since that thou dost not feare the curse][446]
[*Deare Love, continue nice and chaste,][412]
[Deare love, for nothing lesse then thee][37]
[Death be not proud, though some have called thee][326]
[*Death be not proud, thy hand gave not this blow,][422]
[Death I recant, and say, unsaid by mee][282]
[Deigne at my hands this crowne of prayer and praise,][318]
[†Donne dead? 'Tis here reported true, though I][386]
[†Donne, the delight of Phoebus, and each Muse,][5]
[Eternall God, (for whom who ever dare][348]
[Even as lame things thirst their perfection, so][208]
[Faire eies do not think scorne to read of Love][447]
[Faire, great, and good, since seeing you, wee see][224]
[Faire soule, which wast, not onely, as all soules bee,][271]
[*Farewel ye guilded follies, pleasing troubles,][465]
[Father of Heaven, and him, by whom][338]
[Father, part of his double interest][329]
[Fond woman, which would'st have thy husband die,][79]
[For every houre that thou wilt spare mee now][13]
[For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love][14]
[For the first twenty yeares, since yesterday,][69]
[*Fye, Fye you sonnes of Pallas what madd rage][435]
[God grant thee thine own wish, and grant thee mine,][400]
[Goe, and catche a falling starre,][8]
[*Goe and Count her better howres][451]
[Good wee must love, and must hate ill,][32]
[*Greate and goode if she deryde mee][452]
[*Greate Lord of love, how busy still thou art][448]
[Haile Bishop Valentine, whose day this is,][127]
[Harke newes, o envy, thou shalt heare descry'd][104]
[Hast thee harsh verse, as fast as thy lame measure][205]
[He is starke mad, who ever sayes,][48]
[He that cannot chuse but love,][73]
[†Hee that would write an Epitaph for thee,][374]
[*He was the Word that spake it,][427]
[Her of your name, whose fair inheritance][317]
[†Heere lies Deane Donne; Enough; Those words alone][388]
[Here's no more newes, then vertue,'I may as well][187]
[Here take my Picture; though I bid farewell,][86]
[Here where by All All Saints invoked are,][221]
[Honour is so sublime perfection,][218]
[How sits this citie, late most populous,][354]
[I am a little world made cunningly][324]
[I am two fooles, I know,][16]
[I am unable, yonder begger cries,][76]
[I can love both faire and browne,][12]
[†I cannot blame those men, that knew thee well,][373]
[I fixe mine eye on thine, and there][45]
[I have done one braver thing][10]
[I'll tell thee now (deare Love) what thou shalt doe][29]
[I long to talke with some old lovers ghost,][54]
[I never stoop'd so low, as they][66]
[I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure][33]
[†I see in his last preach'd, and printed Booke,][3]
[I sing no harme good sooth to any wight,][105]
[I sing the progresse of a deathlesse soule,][295]
[*I that ye higher half of loues][440]
[I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I][7]
[If, as mine is, thy life a slumber be,][209]
[If faithfull soules be alike glorifi'd][325]
[*If great men wrong me, I will spare my selfe;][415]
[*If her disdaine least change in you can move,][430]
[If in his Studie he hath so much care][77]
[If poysonous mineralls, and if that tree,][326]
[*If shaddowes be the pictures excellence;][460]
[If yet I have not all thy love,][17]
[If you from spoyle of th'old worlds farthest end][76]
[Image of her whom I love, more then she,][95]
[Immensitie cloysterd in thy deare wombe,][319]
[*In that, ô Queene of Queenes, thy birth was free][427]
[†In thy Impression of Donnes Poems rare,][3]
[In what torn ship soever I embarke,][352]
[†Is Donne, great Donne deceas'd? then England say][376]
[Is not thy sacred hunger of science][212]
[Kinde pitty chokes my spleene; brave scorn forbids][154]
[Kindly I envy thy songs perfection][210]
[Klockius so deeply hath sworne, ne'r more to come][77]
[Language thou art too narrow, and too weake][284]
[Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,][336]
[Let me powre forth][38]
[Like Esops fellow-slaves, O Mercury,][78]
[Like one who'in her third widdowhood doth professe][185]
[Little think'st thou, poore flower,][59]
[†Long since this taske of teares from you was due,][394]
[Looke to mee faith, and looke to my faith, God;][267]
[Love, any devill else but you,][34]
[*Love bred of Glances twixt amorous eyes][450]
[*Love if a god thou art,][448]
[†Lucy, you brightnesse of our Spheare, who are,][6]
[Mad paper stay, and grudge not here to burne][216]
[*Madam that flea that Crept between your brests][459]
[Man is a lumpe, where all beasts kneaded bee,][193]
[Man is the World, and death th'Ocean,][279]
[Man to Gods image; Eve, to mans was made,][201]
[Marke but this flea, and marke in this,][40]
[Marry, and love thy Flavia, for, shee][80]
[*Men write that love and reason disagree,][406]
[Moyst with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule][321]
[Muse not that by thy mind thy body is led:][207]
[My Fortune and my choice this custome break,][292]
[*My love doth fly wth wings of feare][437]
[My name engrav'd herein,][25]
[*Nature amaz'd sawe man without mans ayde][443]
[Natures lay Ideot, I taught thee to love,][89]
[No Lover saith, I love, nor any other][69]
[No Spring, nor Summer Beauty hath such grace,][92]
[*Not Kisse? By Jove I must, and make impression][456]
[Not that in colour it was like thy haire,][96]
[Nothing could make me sooner to confesse][251]
[†Now by one yeare, time and our frailtie have][392]
[Now thou hast lov'd me one whole day,][9]
[*Now y'have killd mee with yor scorne ][450]
[*O eyes, what do you see?][438]
[*O frutefull garden, and yet never tilde,][434]
[O might those sighes and teares returne againe][323]
[O Thou which to search out the secret parts][211]
[*O what a blisse][441]
[Of that short Roll of friends writ in my heart][212]
[Oh do not die, for I shall hate][21]
[Oh, let mee not serve so, as those men serve][87]
[Oh my blacke Soule! now thou art summoned][323]
[Oh, to vex me, contraryes meet in one:][331]
[Oh to what height will love of greatnesse drive][172]
[Once, and but once found in thy company,][84]
[Our storme is past, and that storms tyrannous rage,][178]
[Out of a fired ship, which, by no way][75]
[Parturiunt madido quae nixu praela, recepta,][397]
[Philo, with twelve yeares study, hath beene griev'd][77]
[†Poets attend, the Elegie I sing][380]
[Pregnant again with th'old twins Hope, and Feare,][206]
[Qui prius assuetus Serpentum fasce Tabellas][398]
[Quod arte ausus es hic tuâ, Poeta,,][398]
[Quot, dos haec, Linguists perfetti, Disticha fairont,][174]
[Reason is our Soules left hand, Faith her right][189]
[Salute the last and everlasting day,][321]
[Salvation to all that will is nigh;][319]
[See Sir, how as the Suns hot Masculine flame][317]
[Send home my long strayd eyes to mee,][43]
[Send me some token, that my hope may live,][72]
[*Shall I goe force an Elegie? abuse][410]
[Shee'is dead; And all which die][64]
[Show me deare Christ, thy spouse, so bright and clear.][330]
[Since Christ embrac'd the Crosse it selfe, dare I][331]
[*Since ev'ry Tree beginns to blossome now][433]
[Since I am comming to that Holy roome,][368]
[Since she must go, and I must mourn, come Night,][100]
[Since she whom I lov'd hath payd her last debt][330]
[Sir, more then kisses, letters mingle Soules;][180]
[Sir; though (I thanke God for it) I do hate][149]
[*Sleep, next Society and true friendship,][401]
[Sleep sleep old Sun, thou canst not have repast][333]
[So, so breake off this last lamenting kisse,][68]
[Some man unworthy to be possessor][36]
[Some that have deeper digg'd loves Myne then I,][39]
[Sorrow, who to this house scarce knew the way:][287]
[*Soules joy, now I am gone,][429]
[Spit in my face you Jewes, and pierce my side,][327]
[Stand still, and I will read to thee][71]
[*Stay, O sweet, and do not rise,][432]
[Sweetest love, I do not goe,][18]
[Take heed of loving mee,][67]
[Tamely, fraile body,'abstaine to day; to day][334]
[*Tell her if she to hired servants shew][416]
[*Tell me who can when a player dies][443]
[That I might make your Cabinet my tombe,][291]
[*That unripe side of earth, that heavy clime][417]
[The heavens rejoyce in motion, why should I][113]
[*The State and mens affaires are the best playes][414]
[The Sun-beames in the East are spred,][141]
[†This decent Urne a sad inscription weares,][389]
[This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint][324]
[*This lyfe it is not life, it is a sight][437]
[This twilight of two yeares, not past nor next,][198]
[*Those drossy heads & irrepurged braynes][440]
[Thou art not so black, as my heart,][65]
[Thou art repriv'd old yeare, thou shalt not die,][135]
[Thou hast made me, And shall thy worke decay?][322]
[Thou in the fields walkst out thy supping howers,][78]
[Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor they][168]
[Thou which art I, ('tis nothing to be soe)][175]
[Thou, whose diviner soule hath caus'd thee now][351]
[Though I be dead, and buried, yet I have][220]
[Thy father all from thee, by his last Will,][77]
[Thy flattering picture, Phryne, is like thee,][77]
[Thy friend, whom thy deserts to thee enchaine,][208]
[Thy sinnes and haires may no man equall call][77]
[Till I have peace with thee, warr other men,][122]
['Tis lost, to trust a Tombe with such a quest,][245]
[Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes,][44]
['Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?][23]
[*To sue for all thy Love, and thy whole hart][449]
[†To have liv'd eminent, in a degree][371]
[T'have written then, when you writ, seem'd to mee][195]
[To make the doubt cleare, that no woman's true,][108]
[To what a combersome unwieldinesse][55]
[Transiit in Sequanam Moenus; Victoris in aedes;][397]
[*True Love findes witt, but he whose witt doth move][412]
[Twice or thrice had I loved thee,][22]
[Two, by themselves, each other, love and feare][75]
[†Two Soules move here, and mine (a third) must move][249]
[Vnder an undermin'd, and shot-bruis'd wall][76]
[Vnseasonable man, statue of ice,][131]
[Vpon this Primrose hill,][61]
[Vengeance will sit above our faults; but till][350]
[Well dy'd the World, that we might live to see][229]
[Well; I may now receive, and die; My sinne][158]
[Went you to conquer? and have so much lost][188]
[*What if I come to my mistris bedd][453]
[What if this present were the worlds last night?][328]
[*What is or life? a play of passion][441]
[When by thy scorne, O murdresse, I am dead,][47]
[*When fortune, love, and Tyme bad me be happie,][440]
[When I am dead, and Doctors know not why,][63]
[When I dyed last, and, Deare, I dye][20]
[When my grave is broke up againe][62]
[When that rich Soule which to her heaven is gone,][231]
[†When thy Loose raptures, Donne, shall meet with Those][372]
[Where is that holy fire, which Verse is said][124]
[Where, like a pillow on a bed,][51]
[*Wherefore peepst thou, envious daye?][451]
[Whether that soule which now comes up to you][288]
[Whilst yet to prove,][70]
[†Who dares say thou art dead, when he doth see][384]
[Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harme][58]
[Who ever guesses, thinks, or dreames he knowes][41]
[Who ever loves, if he do not propose][116]
[Who makes the Past, a patterne for next yeare,][183]
[†Who shall doubt, Donne, where I a Poet bee,][6]
[†Who shall presume to mourn thee, Donne, unlesse][382]
[Why are wee by all creatures waited on?][327]
[*Why chose shee black; was it that in whitenes][436]
[Why this man gelded Martiall I muse,][78]
[Wilt thou forgive that sinne where I begunne,][369]
[Wilt thou forgive that sinn, where I begunn,][370]
[Wilt thou love God, as he thee! then digest,][329]
[With his kinde mother who partakes thy woe,][320]
[*Wonder of Beautie, Goddesse of my sense,][447]
[You have refin'd mee, and to worthyest things][191]
[You that are she and you, that's double shee,][227]
[Your mistris, that you follow whores, still taxeth you:][76]
[Zealously my Muse doth salute all thee,][207]