Volume 2 — 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 dayi.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 cryi.123
All sorts of men, who live on Earth,ii.235
All worldly things, even while they grow, decayii.304
Almighty Spirit! Thou that byii.144
Amyntas go, thou art undoneii.12
And do they so? have they a sensei.87
And for life's sake to lose the crown of life.ii.303
And is the bargain thought too dearii.311
And rising at midnight the stars espiedii.297
And will not bear the cryii.301
As Egypt's drought by Nilus is redress'dii.304
As kings do rule like th' heavens, who dispenseii.289
As Time one day by me did pass,i.234
As travellers, when the twilight's comei.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 aloneii.301
Be dumb, coarse measures, jar no more; to mei.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 headsii.92
Blest be the God of harmony and love!i.76
Blest infant bud, whose blossom-lifei.120
Boast not, proud Golgotha, that thou canst showii.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 youii.268
Chance taking from me things of highest priceii.292
Come, come! what do I here?i.61
Come, drop your branches, strew the wayi.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 nightii.132
Darkness, and stars i' th' mid-day! They inviteii.18
Dear, beauteous saint! more white than dayi.227
Dear friend, sit down, and bear awhile this shadei.193
Dear friend! whose holy, ever-living linesi.91
Dearest! if you those fair eyes—wond'ring—stickii.115
Death and darkness, get you packing,i.133
Diminuat ne sera dies præsentis honoremii.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 alli.285
Et sic in cithara, sic in dulcedine vitæii.266
Excel then if thou canst, be not withstood,ii.291
Fair and young light! my guide to holyi.236
Fair order'd lights—whose motion without noisei.155
Fair Prince of Light! Light's living well!ii.249
Fair, shining mountains of my pilgrimageii.247
Fair, solitary path! whose blessed shadesi.256
Fair vessel of our daily light, whose proudii.257
Fairly design'd! to charm our civil rageii.171
False life! a foil and no more, wheni.282
Fancy and I, last evening, walk'd,ii.15
Farewell! I go to sleep; but wheni.73
Farewell thou true and tried reflectionii.276
Farewell, you everlasting hills! I'm casti.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 heii.152
Fool that I was! to believe bloodii.209
For shame desist, why shouldst thou seek my fall?ii.200
Fortune—when with rash hands she quite turmoilsii.134
Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair faceii.252
From fruitful beds and flow'ry borders,ii.272
From the first hour the heavens were madeii.296
Go catch the phœnix, and then bringii.217
Go, go, quaint follies, sugar'd sin,i.113
Go, if you must! but stay—and knowii.222
Had I adored the multitude and thenceii.169
Hail, sacred shades! cool, leafy house!ii.26
Happy is he, that with fix'd eyesii.224
Happy that first white age! when weii.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'nii.83
Here the great well-spring of wash'd souls, with beamsii.313
His deep, dark heart—bent to supplant—ii.292
Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all nighti.207
How could that paper sent,ii.307
How is man parcell'd out! how ev'ry houri.139
How kind is Heav'n to man! if herei.107
How oft have we beheld wild beasts appearii.325
How rich, O Lord, how fresh Thy visits are!i.105
How shrill are silent tears! when sin got headi.124
I am confirm'd, and so much wing is givenii.79
I call'd it once my sloth: in such an ageii.58
I cannot reach it; and my striving eyei.249
I did but see thee! and how vain it isii.90
I have consider'd it; and findi.90
I have it now:i.238
I knew it would be thus! and my just fearsii.94
I knew thee not, nor durst attendance striveii.87
I saw beneath Tarentum's stately towersii.296
I saw Eternity the other nighti.150
I see the Temple in thy pillar rear'd;i.261
I see the use: and know my bloodi.69
I've read thy soul's fair nightpiece, and have seenii.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 historyii.70
I write not here, as if thy last in storeii.59
I wrote it down. But one that sawi.264
If Amoret, that glorious eye,ii.13
"If any have an ear,"i.242
If I were dead, and in my placeii.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 oncei.232
If weeping eyes could wash awayii.151
If with an open, bounteous handii.135
In all the parts of earth, from farthest West,ii.28
In March birds couple, a new birthii.295
In those bless'd fields of everlasting airii.119
Isca parens florum, placido qui spumeus oreii.157
It is perform'd! and thy great name doth runii.193
It lives when kill'd, and brancheth when 'tis lopp'dii.301
It would less vex distressèd manii.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 prizeii.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 fastii.23
Let me not weep to see thy ravish'd houseii.307
Let not thy youth and false delightsii.146
Life, Marcellina, leaving thy fair frame,ii.312
Like some fair oak, that when her boughsii.302
[Like] to speedy posts, bear hence the lamp of lifeii.304
Long life, oppress'd with many woes,ii.306
Long since great wits have left the stageii.211
Lord, bind me up, and let me liei.161
Lord Jesus! with what sweetness and delights,i.177
Lord, since Thou didst in this vile clayi.116
Lord! what a busy restless thingi.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 deathii.223
Man should with virtue arm'd and hearten'd beii.303
Mark, when the evening's cooler wingsii.21
Most happy man! who in his own sweet fieldsii.236
My dear, Almighty Lord! why dost Thou weep?i.220
My God and King! to Theei.259
My God, how gracious art Thou! I had slipti.89
My God! Thou that didst die for me,i.13
My God, when I walk in those grovesi.30
My soul, my pleasant soul, and witty,ii.294
My soul, there is a countryi.83
Nature even for herself doth lay a snare,ii.303
Nimble sigh on thy warm wings,ii.10
Nothing on earth, nothing at allii.149
Now I have seen her; and by Cupidii.206
Now that the public sorrow doth subsideii.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 nightii.126
O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flowersi.71
O knit me, that am crumbled dust! the heapi.46
O my chief good!i.84
O quæ frondosæ per amœna cubilia silvæii.160
O, subtle Love! thy peace is war;ii.220
O tell me whence that joy doth springi.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 meii.263
O Thy bright looks! Thy glance of lovei.197
O when my God, my Glory, bringsi.260
Obdurate still and tongue-tied, you accuseii.308
Oft have I seen, when that renewing breathi.25
Patience digesteth miseryii.302
Peace? and to all the world? Sure One,ii.259
Peace, peace! I blush to hear thee; when thou arti.108
Peace, peace! I know 'twas brave;i.65
Peace, peace! it is not so. Thou dost miscalli.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 pyropisii.265
Quite spent with thoughts, I left my cell, and layi.57
Quod vixi, Mathæe dedit pater, hæc tamen olimii.158
Sacred and secret hand!i.223
Sad, purple well! whose bubbling eyei.254
Saw not, Lysimachus, last day, when weii.195
Say, witty fair one, from what sphereii.100
See what thou wert! by what Platonic roundii.175
See you that beauteous queen, which no age tames?ii.219
Sees not my friend, what a deep snowii.99
Shall I believe you can make me return,ii.306
Shall I complain, or not? or shall I maskii.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 morei.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 Theei.269
So from our cold, rude world, which all things tires,ii.204
So our decays God comforts byii.295
So, stick up ivy and the bays,ii.261
Some esteem it no point of revenge to killii.323
Some struggle and groan as if by panthers torn,ii.300
Still young and fine! but what is still in viewi.230
Sure, it was so. Man in those early daysi.101
Sure Priam will to mirth incline,ii.291
Sure, there's a tie of bodies! and as theyi.82
Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs,i.209
Sweet, harmless live[r]s!—on whose leisurei.158
Sweet, sacred hill! on whose fair browi.49
Tentasti, fateor, sine vulnere sæpius et mei.liv
Thanks, mighty Silver! I rejoice to seeii.68
That man for misery excell'dii.293
That the fierce pard doth at a beckii.325
That the world in constant forceii.142
The lucky World show'd me one dayi.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 bestii.323
The trees we set grow slowly, and their shadeii.297
The untired strength of never-ceasing motion,ii.324
The whole wench—how complete soe'er—was butii.298
There are that do believe all things succeedii.295
There's need, betwixt his clothes, his bed and boardii.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 byi.272
Thou that know'st for whom I mourn,i.54
Thou the nepenthe easing griefii.301
Thou who didst place me in this busy streeti.244
Thou, who dost flow and flourish here below,i.198
Thou, whose sad heart, and weeping head lies lowi.133
Through pleasant green fields enter you the wayii.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 dayi.23
'Tis dead night round about: Horror doth creepi.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 rosei.33
'Tis true, I am undone: yet, ere I die,ii.17
To live a stranger unto lifeii.304
True life in this is shown,ii.304
'Twas so; I saw thy birth. That drowsy lakei.45
Tyrant, farewell! this heart, the prizeii.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 fiti.219
Vain wits and eyesi.16
Virtue's fair cares some people measureii.303
Vivaces oculorum ignes et lumina diaii.159
Waters above! eternal springs!ii.248
Weary of this same clay and straw, I laidi.153
We thank you, worthy Sir, that now we seeii.97
Weighing the steadfastness and statei.169
Welcome, dear book, soul's joy and food! The feasti.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 penii.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 lawsii.228
What happy, secret fountain,i.241
What greater good hath decked great Pompey's crownii.306
What is't to me that spacious rivers runii.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 belowi.191
When Daphne's lover here first wore the bays,ii.61
When first I saw True Beauty, and Thy joysi.168
When first Thou didst even from the gravei.110
When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leavei.94
When Jove a heav'n of small glass did behold,ii.238
When the Crab's fierce constellationii.131
When the fair yeari.212
When the sun from his rosy bedii.136
When through the North a fire shall rushi.28
When to my eyes,i.63
When we are dead, and now, no moreii.5
When with these eyes, clos'd now by Thee,i.271
Whenever did, I pray,ii.322
Where reverend bards of old have sateii.172
Where'er my fancy calls, there I go still,ii.322
Whither, O whither didst thou flyii.250
Who wisely would for his retreatii.137
Who would unclouded see the lawsii.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 stateii.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 dododdii.323
You have consum'd my language, and my pen,ii.109
You have oblig'd the patriarch: and 'tis knownii.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, innocenceii.102
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