431 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint A hundred wings are dropt as soft as one All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom. And are ye sure the news is true?" An hour with thee !-When earliest day As, by some tyrant's stern command A steed, a steed of matchless speed Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Away, let nought to love displeasing A wee bird came to our ha' door Cold in the earth-and the deep snow piled above thee 319 Death, be not proud, though some have called thee 34 29 4 211 144 Fear no more the heat o' the sun First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come Five years have passed; five summers, with the length Forget not yet the tried intent Fresh clad from heaven in robes of white Friend faber, cast me a round hollow ball From you have I been absent in the spring Genius and its rewards are briefly told. Give place, ye lovers, here before Go, empty joys Go, lovely Rose!. God gives not kings the style of gods in vain Gone were but the winter cold Go, silly worm, drudge, trudge, and travel Go, Soul, the body's guest Great Monarch of the world, from whose power springs Green little vaulter on the sunny grass. Grieve not, dear love, although we often part. How happy is he born and taught How sleep the brave, who sink to rest How soon doth man decay! How wisely Nature did decree . 60 180 152 79 I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair If all the world and Love were young. If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song If, dumb too long, the drooping Muse hath stayed If I had thought thou could'st have died If the base violence of wicked men If thou wilt ease thine heart If women could be fair, and yet not fond I give thee treasures hour by hour I hear no more the locust beat FF I love to rise ere gleams the tardy light I mourn no more my vanished years I'm wearin' awa', John In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes In this marble casket lies I press not to the choir, nor dare I greet I saw where in the shroud did lurk Is this the spot where Rome's eternal foe I stood within the grave's o'ershadowing vault I thought to meet no more, so dreary seemed It is a beauteous evening, calm and free It is not growing like a tree I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile I weigh not fortune's frown or smile I were unkind unless that I did shed I will not praise the often-flattered rose Jerusalem, my happy home Joy for the promise of our loftier homes Lady, I bid thee to a sunny dome Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son Lay a garland on my hearse 98 Let him that will, ascend the tottering seat 35 Like as a huntsman after weary chace. 132 Like as the damask rose you see 22 Like to Diana in her summer weed 203 104 22 42 53 57 108 287 68 |