Who forms a godhead out of gold or stone Gather ye rose-buds while ye may As lately I a garland bound Ye have been fresh and green Fair daffodils, we weep to see Fair pledges of a fruitful tree Shut not so soon; the dull-ey'd night James I., King (1566-1625) As I was pansing in a morning aire God gives not kings the stile of Gods in vaine Jones, Robert And is it night? are they thine eyes that shine? The sea hath many thousand sands Lovelace, Richard (1618-1658) Tell me not, (sweet,) I am unkinde Lucasta wept, and still the bright Thou snowy Oh, stay that covetous hand; first turn all eye 94 95 95 97 98 farme with thy five tenements Oh thou, that swing'st upon the waving care Sing out, pent soules, sing cheerfully When love with unconfinèd wings Middleton, Thomas (1570?-1627) Happy times we live to see 12 Milton, John (1608-1674) Now the bright Morning Star, day's harbinger 104 O'er the smooth enamelled green 104 105 106 Nymphs and shepherds, dance no more O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Nabbes, Thomas (1612?—) Quarles, Francis (1592-1664) Know then, my brethren, heaven is clear 106 89 77 79 79 81 Look not, my watch, being once repair'd, to stand 82 Believe her not, her glass diffuses What need that house be daub'd with flesh and blood? Sandys, George (1577-1643) The Muse who from your influence took her birth Shirley, James (1594-1666) You virgins, that did late despair 82 84 23 24 24 101 Victorious men of earth, no more Suckling, Sir John (1609-1641) I tell thee, Dick, where I have been The little boy, to show his might and power I am a man of war and might Wither, George (1588-1667) Shall I, wasting in despair Now gentle sleep hath closed up those eyes. Amaryllis I did woo Lordly gallants, tell me this Hence, away, thou Siren, leave me Farewell, sweet groves, to you THE TABLE or, Index to first Lines A About the sweet bag of a bee (Herrick) And is it night? are they thine eyes that shine? As I was pansing in a morning aire (King James I.) B Be fixed, you rapid Orbs, that bear (Caret) By the rushy fringèd bank (Milton) C Chaste Nymph, you who extracted are (Sandys) 24 Chloe, why wish you that your years (Cartwright) Close thine eyes, and sleep secure (King Charles 1.) 75 22 Come! Come away! the Spring (Richard Brome) 100 D ost see how unregarded now (Suckling) Dost 67 F Fair daffodils, we weep to see (Herrick) Fair pledges of a fruitful tree (Herrick) False world, thou ly'st; thou canst not lend (Quarles) Farewell, fair Saint! may not the sea and wind Farewell, sweet groves, to you (Wither) G Gather ye rose-buds while ye may (Herrick) God gives not kings the stile of Gods in vaine (King James I.) Great, good, and just, could I but rate (Grahame) 27 Great Monarch of the world, from whose power springs (King Charles I.) H Hail sister Springs (Crashaw) Happy times we live to see (Middleton) Harden now thy tired heart with more than flinty rage (Campion) Hark, how my Celia, with the choice (Carew) 19 |