Hence, all you vain delights Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee Honest lover whosoever How delicious is the winning How happy is he born and taught How sleep the brave, who sink to rest If I freely can discover If I had thought thou could'st have died If Love his arrows shoot so fast If thou wilt ease thine heart If to be absent were to be I got me flowers to strew thy way I have had playmates, I have had companions I love, and he loves me again In a drear-nighted December In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept In the days of old In time of yore when shepherds dwelt I played with you 'mid cowslips blowing I wandered lonely as a cloud Lay a garland on my hearse Life! I know not what thou art. Like to Diana in her summer weed Like to the falling of a star Look not thou on beauty's charming . Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band Lord, thou hast given me a cell. 207 167 120 Love is like a lamb, and love is like a lion. 99 U 2 Margaret's beauteous-Grecian arts. My silks and fine array My soul, there is a country My true love hath my heart, and I have his Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note No! those days are gone away. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger O blithe new-comer! I have heard O'er the level plains, where mountains greet me as I go Of all the girls that are so smart O, fly my soul! What hangs upon O goodly hand O happy dames, that may embrace Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom Oh turn away those cruel eyes Oh! what a pain is love. O mistress mine! where are you roaming 163 60 Queen and huntress, chaste and fair Ring out your bells, let mourning shews be spread See the chariot at hand here of Love. She dwelt among the untrodden ways Sing lullaby, as women do. Still to be neat, still to be drest 77 The glories of our blood and state The lark now leaves his watery nest The twentieth year is well nigh past The world's a bubble; and the life of man 146 56 31 129 133 168 229 239 247 20 185 43 153 228 We watched her breathing through the night Weep with me all you that read. What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells When first mine eyes did view and mark 211 176 263 When I a verse shall make. Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn Where shall the lover rest While that the sun with his beams hot Why so pale and wan, fond lover Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun. Ye little birds that sit and sing You spotted snakes with double tongue 77 256 9 117 184 147 217 252 238 211 205 56 149 194 52 73 57 137 72 89 220 55 |