Waller, Edmund (1605-1687) [115], [122]
Webster, John (—— -1638?) [66]
Wilmot, John (1647-1680) [107]
Wither, George (1588-1667) [131]
Wolfe, Charles (1791-1823) [262], [277]
Wordsworth, William (1770-1850) [217], [220], [221], [222], [223], [226], [233], [244], [252], [254], [255], [256], [257], [258], [263], [267], [284], [286], [288], [289], [291], [294], [296], [297], [298], [299], [301], [302], [305], [306], [309], [313], [317], [319], [320], [323], [325], [326], [327], [330], [331], [336], [337], [338]
Wotton, Henry (1568-1639) [95], [110]
Wyat, Thomas (1503-1542) [28], [44]
Anonymous, [8], [20], [21], [22], [30], [33], [36], [53], [54], [57], [70], [104], [114], [117], [121], [125], [133], [135], [136], [164], [195]
[134] is by Richard Verstegan (-c. 1635).
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
| PAGE | |
| A Chieftain to the Highlands bound | [211] |
| A child's a plaything for an hour | [270] |
| A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by | [305] |
| A slumber did my spirit seal | [210] |
| A sweet disorder in the dress | [95] |
| A weary lot is thine, fair maid | [225] |
| A wet sheet and a flowing sea | [235] |
| Absence, hear thou this protestation | [8] |
| Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit | [86] |
| Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh | [217] |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd | [149] |
| All thoughts, all passions, all delights | [199] |
| And are ye sure the news is true | [181] |
| And is this—Yarrow?—This the Stream | [297] |
| And thou art dead, as young and fair | [231] |
| And wilt thou leave me thus | [26] |
| Ariel to Miranda:—Take | [288] |
| Art thou pale for weariness | [305] |
| Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers | [50] |
| As it fell upon a day | [27] |
| As I was walking all alane | [107] |
| As slow our ship her foamy track | [251] |
| At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears | [288] |
| At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly | [230] |
| Avenge, O Lord! Thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones | [64] |
| Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake | [157] |
| Awake, awake, my Lyre | [101] |
| Bards of Passion and of Mirth | [197] |
| Beauty sat bathing by a spring | [13] |
| Behold her, single in the field | [287] |
| Being your slave, what should I do but tend | [9] |
| Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed | [277] |
| Best and brightest, come away | [299] |
| Bid me to live, and I will live | [97] |
| Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy | [125] |
| Blow, blow, thou winter wind | [34] |
| Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art | [228] |
| Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren | [41] |
| Calm was the day, and through the trembling air | [45] |
| Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms | [75] |
| Care-charmer Sleep, son of the Sable Night | [28] |
| Come away, come away, Death | [38] |
| Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me | [51] |
| Come little babe, come silly soul | [35] |
| Come live with me and be my Love | [5] |
| Come, Sleep: O Sleep! the certain knot of peace | [24] |
| Come unto these yellow sands | [2] |
| Crabbed Age and Youth | [6] |
| Cupid and my Campaspe play'd | [44] |
| Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench | [80] |
| Daughter of Jove, relentless power | [188] |
| Daughter to that good Earl, once President | [89] |
| Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy lord | [283] |
| Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move | [54] |
| Down in yon garden sweet and gay | [147] |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes | [92] |
| Duncan Gray cam here to woo | [180] |
| Earl March look'd on his dying child | [228] |
| Earth has not anything to show more fair | [281] |
| E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks | [96] |
| Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind | [240] |
| Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky | [273] |
| Ever let the Fancy roam | [310] |
| Fain would I change that note | [6] |
| Fair Daffodils, we weep to see | [111] |
| Fair pledges of a fruitful tree | [110] |
| Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing | [25] |
| Fear no more the heat o' the sun | [40] |
| Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new | [22] |
| Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow | [30] |
| For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove | [155] |
| Forget not yet the tried intent | [18] |
| Four Seasons fill the measure of the year | [339] |
| From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony | [63] |
| From Stirling Castle we had seen | [295] |
| Full fathom five thy father lies | [40] |
| Gather ye rose-buds while ye may | [87] |
| Gem of the crimson-colour'd Even | [218] |
| Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn | [93] |
| Go fetch to me a pint o' wine | [152] |
| Go, lovely Rose | [91] |
| Hail thou most sacred venerable thing | [128] |
| Hail to thee, blithe Spirit | [274] |
| Happy the man, whose wish and care | [136] |
| Happy those early days, when I | [78] |
| Happy were he could finish forth his fate | [55] |
| He that loves a rosy cheek | [90] |
| He is gone on the mountain | [264] |
| Hence, all you vain delights | [103] |
| Hence, loathéd Melancholy | [116] |
| Hence, vain deluding Joys | [120] |
| He sang of God, the mighty source | [164] |
| High-way, since you my chief Parnassus be | [9] |
| How happy is he born and taught | [76] |
| How like a winter hath my absence been | [10] |
| How sleep the brave who sink to rest | [144] |
| How sweet the answer Echo makes | [217] |
| How vainly men themselves amaze | [113] |
| I am monarch of all I survey | [190] |
| I arise from dreams of Thee | [205] |
| I cannot change, as others do | [87] |
| I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way | [307] |
| I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden | [208] |
| I have had playmates, I have had companions | [250] |
| I have no name | [165] |
| I heard a thousand blended notes | [312] |
| I meet thy pensive, moonlight face | [211] |
| I met a traveller from an antique land | [282] |
| I remember, I remember | [254] |
| I saw Eternity the other night | [129] |
| I saw her in childhood | [265] |
| I saw my lady weep | [19] |
| I saw where in the shroud did lurk | [268] |
| I travell'd among unknown men | [208] |
| I wander'd lonely as a cloud | [291] |
| I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile | [327] |
| I wish I were where Helen lies | [106] |
| If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song | [170] |
| If doughty deeds my lady please | [153] |
| If I had thought thou couldst have died | [263] |
| If Thou survive my well-contented day | [41] |
| If to be absent were to be | [100] |
| I'm wearing awa', Jean | [184] |
| In a drear-nighted December | [222] |
| In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining | [195] |
| In the sweet shire of Cardigan | [248] |
| In this still place, remote from men | [329] |
| In Xanadu did Kubla Khan | [308] |
| It is a beauteous evening, calm and free | [303] |
| It is not growing like a tree | [77] |
| It was a dismal and a fearful night | [108] |
| It was a lover and his lass | [8] |
| It was a summer evening | [244] |
| I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking | [145] |
| Jack and Joan, they think no ill | [115] |
| John Anderson my jo, John | [185] |
| Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting | [43] |
| Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son | [79] |
| Let me not to the marriage of true minds | [20] |
| Life! I know not what thou art | [196] |
| Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore | [25] |
| Like to the clear in highest sphere | [12] |
| Love in my bosom, like a bee | [43] |
| Love in thy youth, fair Maid, be wise | [90] |
| Love not me for comely grace | [98] |
| Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours | [166] |
| Many a green isle needs must be | [320] |
| Mary! I want a lyre with other strings | [191] |
| Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour | [242] |
| Mine be a cot beside the hill | [169] |
| Mortality, behold and fear | [73] |
| Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes | [309] |
| Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold | [199] |
| Music, when soft voices die | [346] |
| My days among the Dead are past | [257] |
| My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains | [279] |
| My heart leaps up when I behold | [341] |
| My Love in her attire doth shew her wit | [96] |
| My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow | [39] |
| My thoughts hold mortal strife | [38] |
| My true-love hath my heart, and I have his | [20] |
| Never love unless you can | [16] |
| Never seek to tell thy love | [156] |
| No longer mourn for me when I am dead | [42] |
| Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note | [247] |
| Not, Celia, that I juster am | [98] |
| Now the golden Morn aloft | [133] |
| Now the last day of many days | [301] |
| O blithe new-comer! I have heard | [278] |
| O Brignall banks are wild and fair | [203] |
| O Friend! I know not which way I must look | [242] |
| O happy shades! to me unblest | [188] |
| O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm | [18] |
| O leave this barren spot to me | [283] |
| O listen, listen, ladies gay | [266] |
| O lovers' eyes are sharp to see | [227] |
| O Mary, at thy window be | [175] |
| O me! what eyes hath love put in my head | [31] |
| O Mistress mine, where are you roaming | [22] |
| O my Luve's like a red, red rose | [177] |
| O never say that I was false of heart | [11] |
| O saw ye bonnie Lesley | [176] |
| O say what is that thing call'd Light | [136] |
| O talk not to me of a name great in story | [202] |
| O Thou, by Nature taught | [134] |
| O waly waly up the bank | [104] |
| O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms | [224] |
| O wild West Wind, thou breath Of Autumn's being | [325] |
| O World! O Life! O Time | [340] |
| Obscurest night involved the sky | [193] |
| Of all the girls that are so smart | [151] |
| Of a' the airts the wind can blaw | [183] |
| Of Nelson and the North | [237] |
| Of Neptune's empire let us sing | [80] |
| Of this fair volume which we World do name | [53] |
| Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray | [213] |
| Oft in the stilly night | [255] |
| Oh snatch'd away in beauty's bloom | [262] |
| On a day, alack the day | [17] |
| On a Poet's lips I slept | [329] |
| Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee | [241] |
| One more Unfortunate | [259] |
| One word is too often profaned | [233] |
| On Linden, when the sun was low | [243] |
| Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd | [306] |
| Over the mountains | [84] |
| Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day | [45] |
| Phoebus, arise | [2] |
| Pibroch of Donuil Dhu | [233] |
| Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth | [52] |
| Proud Maisie is in the wood | [258] |
| Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair | [81] |
| Rough Wind, that moanest loud | [339] |
| Ruin seize thee, ruthless King | [140] |
| Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness | [293] |
| See with what simplicity | [85] |
| Shall I compare thee to a summer's day | [15] |
| Shall I, wasting in despair | [102] |
| She dwelt among the untrodden ways | [208] |
| She is not fair to outward view | [207] |
| She walks in beauty, like the night | [206] |
| She was a Phantom of delight | [206] |
| Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea | [4] |
| Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part | [30] |
| Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me | [31] |
| Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile | [154] |
| Sleep, sleep, beauty bright | [165] |
| Souls of Poets dead and gone | [257] |
| Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king | [1] |
| Star that bringest home the bee | [304] |
| Stern Daughter of the Voice of God | [239] |
| Surprized by joy—impatient as the wind | [230] |
| Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes | [90] |
| Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower | [285] |
| Sweet Love, if thou wilt gain a monarch's glory | [14] |
| Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade | [154] |
| Swiftly walk over the western wave | [219] |
| Take, O take those lips away | [29] |
| Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense | [331] |
| Tell me not, Sweet, I an unkind | [88] |
| Tell me where is Fancy bred | [42] |
| That time of year thou may'st in me behold | [23] |
| That which her slender waist confined | [96] |
| The curfew tolls the knell of parting day | [172] |
| The forward youth that would appear | [65] |
| The fountains mingle with the river | [216] |
| The glories of our blood and state | [74] |
| The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King | [55] |
| The lovely lass o' Inverness | [144] |
| The man of life upright | [52] |
| The merchant, to secure his treasure | [155] |
| The more we live, more brief appear | [338] |
| The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth | [28] |
| The poplars are fell'd; farewell to the shade | [167] |
| There be none of Beauty's daughters | [204] |
| There is a flower, the lesser Celandine | [253] |
| There is a garden in her face | [92] |
| There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away | [252] |
| There's not a nook within this solemn Pass | [340] |
| There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream | [341] |
| The sea hath many thousand sands | [33] |
| The sun is warm, the sky is clear | [256] |
| The sun upon the lake is low | [304] |
| The twentieth year is well-nigh past | [192] |
| The world is too much with us; late and soon | [330] |
| They are all gone into the world of light | [109] |
| They that have power to hurt, and will do none | [26] |
| This is the month, and this the happy morn | [56] |
| This Life, which seems so fair | [51] |
| Though others may her brow adore | [21] |
| Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white | [34] |
| Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness | [331] |
| Three years she grew in sun and shower | [209] |
| Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream | [146] |
| Timely blossom, Infant fair | [138] |
| Tired with all these, for restful death I cry | [54] |
| Toll for the Brave | [148] |
| To me, fair Friend, you never can be old | [11] |
| To one who has been long in city pent | [282] |
| Turn back, you wanton flyer | [16] |
| 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won | [129] |
| 'Twas on a lofty vase's side | [137] |
| Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea | [241] |
| Under the greenwood tree | [7] |
| Upon my lap my sovereign sits | [105] |
| Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying | [333] |
| Victorious men of earth, no more | [74] |
| Waken, lords and ladies gay | [272] |
| Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie | [168] |
| Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee | [37] |
| Weep you no more, sad fountains | [14] |
| Were I as base as is the lowly plain | [21] |
| We talk'd with open heart, and tongue | [336] |
| We walk'd along, while bright and red | [334] |
| We watch'd her breathing thro' the night | [265] |
| Whenas in silks my Julia goes | [95] |
| When Britain first at Heaven's command | [139] |
| When first the fiery-mantled Sun | [294] |
| When God at first made Man | [78] |
| When he who adores thee has left but the name | [246] |
| When icicles hang by the wall | [23] |
| When I consider how my light is spent | [76] |
| When I have borne in memory what has tamed | [243] |
| When I have fears that I may cease to be | [229] |
| When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced | [4] |
| When I survey the bright | [126] |
| When I think on the happy days | [182] |
| When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes | [10] |
| When in the chronicle of wasted time | [15] |
| When lovely woman stoops to folly | [156] |
| When Love with unconfinéd wings | [99] |
| When maidens such as Hester die | [262] |
| When Music, heavenly maid, was young | [161] |
| When Ruth was left half desolate | [313] |
| When the lamp is shatter'd | [226] |
| When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame | [178] |
| When thou must home to shades of underground | [37] |
| When to the sessions of sweet silent thought | [24] |
| When we two parted | [221] |
| Where art thou, my beloved Son | [270] |
| Where shall the lover rest | [222] |
| Where the bee sucks, there suck I | [2] |
| Where the remote Bermudas ride | [124] |
| Whether on Ida's shady brow | [197] |
| While that the sun with his beams hot | [32] |
| Whoe'er she be | [82] |
| Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant | [220] |
| Why so pale and wan, fond lover | [100] |
| Why weep ye by the tide, ladie | [215] |
| With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies | [36] |
| With little here to do or see | [291] |
| With sweetest milk and sugar first | [112] |
| Ye banks and braes and streams around | [177] |
| Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon | [157] |
| Ye distant spires, ye antique towers | [185] |
| Ye Mariners of England | [235] |
| Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye | [284] |
| Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more | [68] |
| You meaner beauties of the night | [88] |