And when thou breath'st, the winds are ready straight 321 289 As I stood by the lakelet of love, to my view..... 25 At Venus' entreaty for Cupid her son Awake, my harp, some joyful measure Ay, they are Love's own words! his breath of fifme.. Beauties, have ye seen this toy Because from all that round thee move Because I breathe not love to every one Before his lion-court Begone! bold rival, from my fair PAGE 478 147 325 266 216 373 454 330 314 487 Believe me 'tis nothing of jealous pride Bid me not go where neither suns nor showers Bow the head, thou lily fair Brimful of anger, not of love By all the sweet saints in the Missal of Love... 102 Come in the evening, or come in the morning Come, let us now resolve at last .. Come live with me, and be my love Come rouse thee, dearest! 'tis not well Come, thou best of painters ..... Come, thou lover, in whose eyes.. Could I bring lost youth back again Could I see his face Cupid and my Campaspe played Cupid if storying legends tell aright. Custom, alas! doth partial prove Dear, leave thy home and come with me 271 185 105 188 305 99 396 78 269 261 186 607 272 407 296 566 430 589 561 252 185 523 276 219 414 Down by the woods, where the blooming purple heather Fairest and loveliest of created things Flowers are love's truest language; they betray Flowers to the fair: to you these flowers I bring For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove.... Forget me not, when, friends and fortune smiling Forget thee? if to dream by night, and muse on thee by day Forgive, fair creature, form'd to please...... For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes. For me I'm woman's slave confest Frolic virgins once there were.... From place to place forlorn I go. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may Gentle, happy Beatrice Get up, get up, for shame! the blooming morn.. Go where the waves run rather Holborn-hilly 556 Hail, holy love! thou word that seeins all human bliss 151 Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie! here's a hearty health to thee Hence, every gloomy care away!.. High in the glowing heavens with cloudless beam High peace to the soul of the dead.... High state and honours to others impart Honest lover, whosoever How clear the sky! how soft the gale How have I heard the fair lament How have I thought of thee? as flies PAGE 499 240 476 82 291 382 184 575 242 300 How, lady, can it be-which yet is shown How much are they deceiv'd who vainly strive How shall I woo her? I will stand.. How sweet thy modest light to view How vainly then do idle wits invent..... I aince fell in love wi' a sweet young thing.. I Iam, cry'd Apollo, when Daphne he woo'd I arise from dreams of thee I cannot enter death's dark gloom I cannot look in thy sweet face, dear maid I cannot stain this snowy leaf I cannot think love thrives by artifice I class'd and counted once.. I did but look and love awhile I die, dear life! unless to me be given I die for thy sweet love! the ground....... I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way I dreamed that at even a white mist arose I dreamed that in the Paphian groves I hae lost my love, an' I dinna ken how I have done penance for contemning love I have heard of reasons manifold 462 608 181 348 303 9 504 316 538 97 181 426 126 402 140 199 213 262 290 188 490 8 120 94 67 I miss thee each lone hour.... I must not grieve, my love! whose eyes should read I must not say that thou wert true I ne'er could any lustre see 394 340 288 22 191 177 264 79 304 300 311 572 479 I never said I loved you, John... I once may see when years shall wreck my wrong.. I often tried in vain to find I pray thee let my heart alone.. I prithee leave this peevish fashion I said it was a wilful, wayward thing I sang to my heart in the sunshine of May I say not regret me .. I saw two ladies once-illustrious, rare.. I send a question to my dear I sing to him! I dream he hears I stood with Ellen where the stream I sought at morn the beechen bower I thank you for that downcast look I think of thee in the night I think of thee when morning spring I will love her no more-'tis a waste of the heart I will never love thee more I will not wish, I cannot vow .. I wish to make my sermon brief-to shorten my oration I would have stemmed misfortune's tide If all that I love is her face If all the world and love were young... If chance some pensive stranger thither led.. If faith in love, a heart that ne'er betrays If I am fair, 'tis for myself alone If this be love to draw a weary breath PAGE 582 376 328 419 385 198 210 463 74 179 557 594 343 345 106 410 464 306 513 408 168 396 463 17 461 138 375 In accents sad and low In Christian world Mary the garland wears In courts, where revel reigns, and passionate song In Clementina's artless mien In fair Elfrida's chains I once was bound... In joyous youth, what soul hath never known |