Dunbar, William (1460?-1520) 99 103 Fenton, Elijah (1685-1730) Gibson, Wilfrid Wilson (1878) Graham, James, Marquis of Montrose (1612-1650) Gray, Thomas (1716-1771) Habington, William (1605-1654) Hall, John (1627–1656) Hardy, Thomas (1840) Hawker, Robert Stephen (1804-1875) Herbert, George (1593-1632) Herrick, Robert (1591-1674) 28 (3), 107 Hodgson, Ralph (1871) Howard, Henry, Earl of Surrey (1517?-1547) Hughes, John (1677-1720) 211 4 58 23, 24, 25 77 (2), 78, 171, 174, 176, 320 Landor, Walter Savage (1775-1864) Marlowe, Christopher (1564-1593) 30, 109 73 (2), 74 (2) 44, 46 12 129, 131, 239 95 36, 37 (2), 113, 233 Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718) Philips, Katherine (Orinda) (1631-1664) Pope, Alexander (1688-1744) Prior, Matthew (1664–1721) Quarles, Francis (1592-1644) Rossetti, Dante Gabriel (1828-1882) Scott, Alexander (1525?-1584) 143 50 147 56, 57 29 190 4 54 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822) Tennyson, Alfred, Lord (1809-1892) 62 46 33 59 9, IO 42 38, 39 204 II 82, 178 Wilde, Robert (1609-1679) 39 Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester (1647-1680) 55 Wither, George (1588-1667) 105 Wordsworth, William (1770-1850) 68, 70, 71, 72, 160, 258 INDEX OF FIRST LINES A drop, one drop, how sweetly one fair drop A good sword and a trusty hand! A Ward, and still in bonds, one day 4I 81 134 Aske me no more where Jove bestowes And did those feet in ancient time As I in hoarie Winters night stood shiuering in the snowe Ask not the Cause, why sullen Spring 64 9 51 32 At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time 82 37 Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed 68 143 Call for the Robin-Red-Brest and the Wren 26 Come liue with mee and be my loue Death! that struck when I was most confiding Dull soul aspire 86 73 25 43 Earth has not anything to show more fair 71 229 44 Faire stood the Wind for France Fear death? - to feel the fog in my throat Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet Glide soft ye siluer Floods Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill Go, spend your penny, Beauty, when you will Had she come all the way for this 147 85 18 20 15 26 336 35 63 345 129 124 56 4 Hence, vain deluding joyes Here lies a piece of Christ, a Star in Dust 233 39 Here lyes the fairest Flowre, that stood Here was old Rome that stretch'd her Empire far 29 53 How weak a Star doth rule Mankind I die with too transporting Joy I know a little garden close I strove with none, for none was worth my strife I that in heill wes and glaidnes I wandered lonely as a cloud 36 131 50 58 89. 73 99 72 299 93 |