A weary lot is thine, fair maid. A wet sheet and a flowing sea Absence, hear thou this protestation All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd All thoughts, all passions, all delights And is this-Yarrow?-This the Stream And thou art dead, as young and fair Ariel to Miranda :-Take Art thou pale for weariness Art thou poor, yet hast thou gelden slumbers 210 95 225 235 8 86 217 149 199 181 297 231 26 288 305 50 27 107 251 288 At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears. At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly. 230 Avenge, O Lord! Thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones. Being your slave, what should I do but tend Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art 228 Call for the robin-red breast and the wren Calm was the day, and through the trembling air PAGE 41 45 75 Care-charmer Sleep, son of the Sable Night Come away, come away, Death Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me Come little babe, come silly soul 28 38 51 35 Come unto these yellow sands Come live with me and be my Love Come, Sleep: O Sleep! the certain knot of peace Crabbed Age and Youth. Cupid and my Campaspé play'd Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench 5 24 2 6 44 80 Daughter of Jove, relentless power 188 Daughter to that good Earl, once President 89 283 Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new Get up, get up, for shame! The blooming morn He that loves a rosy cheek He sang of God, the mighty source High-way, since you my chief Parnassus be PAGE 90 264 103 116 120 164 9 How happy is he born and taught How like a winter hath my absence been How sleep the brave who sink to rest How sweet the answer Echo makes 76 10 144 217 In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining 195 In the sweet shire of Cardigan 248 PAGE Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting. Like to the clear in highest sphere Love in my bosom, like a bee Love in thy youth, fair Maid, be wise Love not me for comely grace Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours 43 79 20 196 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore 25 12 43 90 98 166 320 191 Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour 242 169 73 309 199 346 257 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My Love in her attire doth shew her wit My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow 279 341 96 38 My true-love hath my heart, and I have his Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note O Friend! I know not which way I must look O me what eyes hath love put in my head O talk not to me of a name great in story 202 O Thou, by Nature taught. 134 O waly waly up the bank 104 PAGE O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Obscurest night involved the sky 224 325 340 193 Of all the girls that are so smart 151 Of a' the airts the wind can blaw 183 Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd. 306 84 Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth 52 258 . Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair 81 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea 4 Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part 30 Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king Sweet Love, if thou wilt gain a monarch's glory 14 C C |