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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
How sweet I roamed from field to field
If I freely can discover
If I had thought thou could'st have died
If love be life, I long to die
If Love his arrows shoot so fast
If thou wilt case 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 ʼmid 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 .
Love in fantastic triumph sat
Love in my bosom, like a bee
Love is a sickness full of woes
Love is like a lamb, and love is like a lion.
Margaret's beauteous-Grecian arts.
Men of England, wherefore plough
My days have been so wond'rous free
My mind to me a kingdom is
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
On a hill there grows a flower
One silent night of late
One word is too often profaned
On Linden, when the sun was low
Only a little more
O reader ! hast thou ever stood to see
Orpheus with his lute made trees
O ruddier than the cherry
O saw ye not fair Ines
Pack clouds away, and welcome day,
Phillis is my only joy .
Piping down the valleys wild
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair .
Ring out your bells, let mourning shews be spread
See the chariot at hand here of Love.
Send home my long-strayed eyes to me
Shall I, wasting in despair.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She is not fair to outward view
Shepherds all, and maidens fair.
She walks in beauty, like the night
She was a phantom of delight
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more
Since, Bacchus, thou art father.
Sing lullaby, as women do .
Still to be neat, still to be drest
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
Sweet Phillis, if a silly swain
Sweet violets, Love's paradise, that spread
I am unkind
Tell me where is fancy bred
The earth late choked with flowers
The glories of our blood and state
The lark now leaves his watery nest
The merchant, to secure his treasure .
The mountain sheep are sweeter
There be none of Beauty's daughters .
The sun is warm, the sky is clear
The sun upon the lake is low
The twentieth year is well nigh past
The world's a bubble; and the life of man
They are all gone into the world of light
Though I be now a gray, gray friar
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
When I a verse shall make .
When lovely woman stoops to folly
When Love with unconfined wings
When maidens such as Hester die
When the lamp is shattered
When we two parted .
Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn
Where shall the lover rest
Where the bee sucks, there suck I
Where the remote Bermudas ride
Whether on Ida's shady brow
While that the sun with his beams hot
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm
Who is Silvia? what is she
Why so pale and wan, fond lover
Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun.
Ye little birds that sit and sing
Ve mariners of England
You spotted snakes with double tongue
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