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INDEX

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A book was writ of late called Tetrachordon, 74.
A little onward lend thy guiding hand, 293.
A young, and meek, and simple lover, 65.
Adhuc madentes rore squalebant genæ, 354.
Altera Torquatum cepit Leonora poetam, 345.
Αμαθει γεγράφθαι χειρὶ τήνδε πὲν εἰκόνα, 410,
Among the holy mountains high, 84.

Angelus unicuique suus (sic credite, gentes),

344.

Answer me when I call, 86.

As on a rough hillside, at dusk of evening, 64.
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered Saints whose
bones, 77.

Be not thou silent now at length, 81.

Because you have thrown off your Prelate
Lord, 75.

Before the starry threshold of Jove's court, 40.
Bellipotens Virgo, Septem regina Trionum,
410.

Blest is the man who hath not walked astray, 85.
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy, 30.

Captain, or colonel, or knight in arms, 74.
Cede, Meles; cedat depressâ Mincius urnâ, 321.
Credula quid liquidam Sirena, Neapoli, jactas,

345.

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a
cloud, 76.

Cum simul in regem nuper satrapasque Britan-
nos, 343.

Curre per immensum subitò, mea littera, pon-
tum, 329.

Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though
clear, 78.

Cyriack, whose grandsire on the royal bench, 78.

Daughter to that good Earl, once President, 74.
Dicite, sacrorum præsides nemorum deæ, 358.
Diodati (e te 'l dirò con maraviglia), 64.
Diodati (I tell it thee with wonder), 65.
Donna leggiadra, il cui bel nome onora,

63.
Erewhile of music, and ethereal mirth, 15.
Ergimi all' Etra o Clio, 321.

Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe
rings, 76.

Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race, 30.

Galli ex concubitu gravidam te, Pontia, Mori,
410.

Gaudete, scombri, et quicquid est piscium salo,
410.

Gemelli cultu simplici gaudens liber, 375.

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Jam pius extremâ veniens Iäcobus ab arcto,
347.

Jehovah, to my words give ear, 86.

Juveni patriâ, virtutibus, eximio, 322.

Lady gay and gracious, whose fair name hon-
ors, 63.

Lady! that in the prime of earliest youth, 74.
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son, 77.
Let us with a gladsome mind, 11.

Look, Nymphs and Shepherds, look! 38.
Lord God, that dost me save and keep, 84.
Lord, how many are my foes! 85.

Lord, in thy anger do not reprehend me, 87.
Lord, my God, to thee I fly, 87.

Methought I saw my late espoused saint, 78.
Mitto tibi sanam non pleno ventre salutem, 337.
Moestus eram, et tacitus, nullo comitante sede-
bam, 327.

Nondum blanda tuas leges, Amathusia nôram,
340.

Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger,
30.

Nunc mea Pierios cupiam per pectora fontes,
359.

Ω ἄνα, εἰ ὀλέσῃς με τὸν ἔννομον, οὐδέ τιν' ἀνδρῶν, 410.
O Fairest Flower, no sooner blown but blasted,

12.

O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great, 88.
O Musa gressum quæ volens trahis claudum,
362.

O Nightingale that on yon bloomy spray, 30.
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit, 102.

Parere Fati discite legibus, 346.

Per certo i bei vostr' occhi, Donna mia, 65.
Purgatorem animæ derisit Iäcobus ignem, 344.

Qual in colle aspro, all' imbrunir di sera, 64.
Quem modò Roma suis devoverat impia diris,
344.

Quis expedivit Salmasio suam Hundredam, 410.
Quis multâ gracilis te puer in rosâ, 79.

Ridonsi donne e giovani amorosi, 64.
Rusticus ex malo sapidissima poma quotannis,
409.

Siccine tentâsti cælo donâsse läcobum, 344.

Tandem, chare, tuæ mihi pervenere tabellæ,
323.

Te, qui conspicuus baculo fulgente solebas, 326.
The ladies and young lovers laugh at me, 64.
This is the month, and this the happy morn, 7.
This rich marble doth inter, 18.

Thy gracious ear, O Lord, incline, 83.
Thy land to favour graciously, 82.
Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keep, 79.
To God our strength sing loud and clear, 80.

Ut mens, forma, decor, facies, mos, si pietas sic,
321.

Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old, 77.

What needs my Shakespeare, for his honoured
bones, 16.

What slender youth, bedewed with liquid
odours, 79.

When Faith and Love, which parted from thee
never, 76.

When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, 101.
When I consider how my light is spent, 77.
When the blest seed of Terah's faithful Son, 10.
Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations,
85.

Ye flaming Powers, and winged Warriors bright,
31.

Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more,
60.

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