- Page 86 - 128 Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore, 60 Fresh Spring, the herald of love's mighty king, Full many a glorious morning have I seen, Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, - Give Beauty all her right, Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease, God Lyæus, ever young, - Go, happy rose, and interwove, - 134 - 137 - 17 4 87 89 - 213 - 135 - 128 - 160 - 156 Go, heart, unto the lamp of light, Go, lovely rose, Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good, Happy were he could finish forth his fate, Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, Heavenly fair Urania's son, - Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, He that loves a rosy cheek, Hey nonny no! His golden locks time hath to silver turned, Page 14 How happy was I when I saw her lead, - I dare not ask a kiss, I have done one braver thing, I have lost, and lately, these, I never drank of Aganippe well, In hope to 'scape the law, do nought amiss, In the hour of my distress, In vain he seeks for beauty that excelleth, In what dark silent grove, I saw Eternity the other night, I saw my lady weep, I saw my lady weeping, and Love did languish, I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, It is not growing like a tree, It is too clear a brightness for man's eye, I would thou wert not fair, or I were wise, Jolly shepherd, shepherd on a hill, Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting, Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust, Like as a ship, that through the ocean wide, Live in these conquering leaves; live all the same, Love, that liveth and reigneth in my thought, Maids to bed and cover coal, - Martial, the things that do attain, Matilda, now go take thy bed, May! be thou never graced with birds that sing, Most glorious Lord of life! that, on this day, - My Girl, thou gazest much, - My light thou art, without thy glorious sight, My mind to me a kingdom is, My soul, there is a country, My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, No longer mourn for me when I am dead, - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul, Now is the time for mirth, - 206 - 192 - 158 Nymphs and Shepherds, dance no more, - O'er the smooth enamelled green, O no more, no more, too late, O the merry Christ-Church bells, - 131 121 84 92 - 196 - 238 - 161 - 170 O the month of May, the merry month of May, Out upon it, I have loved, Over hill, over dale, Over the mountains, O waly, waly, up the bank, O whither dost thou fly? cannot my vow, Pack clouds away, and welcome day, Pinch him, pinch him, black and blue, Pipe, merry Annot, Pluck the fruit and taste the pleasure, Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Rose-cheeked Laura, Roses, their sharp spines being gone, Sabrina fair, See where she issues in her beauty's pomp, Set me where Phoebus' heat the flowers slayeth, Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Since, there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, Sing Lullaby, as women do, Sing to Apollo, god of day, Sing we and chant it, Sitting by a river's side, - Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears, - 58 - 212 Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours, Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph, that livest unseen, Sweet rose, whence is this hue, Sweet, serene, sky-like flower, Sweet Spring, thou com'st with all thy goodly train, Sweet thrall, first step to Love's felicity,- Take, O take those lips away, Tell me where is fancy bred, - That time of year thou mayst in me behold, The glories of our blood and state, The hunt is up, the hunt is up, The Lady Mary Villers lies, The last and greatest herald of heaven's King, The means, therefore, which unto us is lent, There is none, O none but you, The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er, - This way, this way come, and hear, · 143 142 - 141 Though I have twice been at the doors of death, ness! · 132 89 - 166 |