PAGE TITLE 200 204 207 211 212 213 NOBLE NUMBERS 9 Unflead, unskinned—with crust intact. Dr. Grosart 66 suggests good, undamaged by mold." 14 Handsel, propitiatory gift, a pledge. 15 Cauls, nets for confining the hair. Falls, loose or pendent trimmings. 19 Deal, portion. 66 The Maundy, alms distributed on Thursday in Holy Week. Calamus, flag-root. Jet it, swagger. INDEX OF FIRST LINES A crystal vial Cupid brought, 145 A funeral stone, 23 A golden fly one show'd to me, 119 A Gyges' ring they bear about them still, 161 A little mushroom table spread, 68 A man prepar'd against all ills to come, 56 A sweet disorder in the dress, 20 A way enchas'd with glass and beads, 63 A wearied pilgrim, I have wandered here, 186 Adversity hurts none, but only such, 33 Ah, Lycidas! come tell me why, 116 Ah, my Perilla! dost thou grieve to see, 6 Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly, 90 All things decay with time: the forest sees, 15 Along the dark and silent night, 209 Anthea laugh'd, and fearing lest excess, 180 As Julia once a-slumbering lay, 46 As shows the air when with a rainbow grac'd, 41 Ask me why I send you here, 136 Bad are the times. And worse than they are we, 105 Be bold, my book, nor be abash'd, or fear, 138 Both you two have, 152 Bright tulips, we do know, 118 By those soft tods of wool, 165 Call me no more, 96 Can I not sin, but thou wilt be, 194 Charm me asleep and melt me so, 72 Charms, that call down the moon from out her sphere, 74 Charon! O gentle Charon! let me woo thee, 157 Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, 13 Come, Anthea, let us two, 162 Come, bring your sampler, and with art, 8 Come down and dance ye in the toil, 7 Come, sit we under yonder tree, 141 Come, sons of summer, by whose toil, 77 Come, then, and like two doves with silvery wings, 132 Come, thou who art the wine and wit, 120 Come with the springtime forth, fair maid, and be, 126 Command the roof, great Genius, and from thence, 159 Dean Bourn, farewell; I never look to see, 21 Dew sat on Julia's hair, 111 Down with the rosemary and bays, 172 Down with the rosemary, and so, 177 Droop, droop no more, or hang the head, 4 Dull to myself, and almost dead to these, 139 Fair daffodils, we weep to see, 86 Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, 112 First, April, she with mellow showers, 16 First, for effusions due unto the dead, 16 First offer incense; then, thy field and meads, 96 Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear, 146 Fly me not, though I be gray, 125 Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee, 76 For a kiss or two, confess, 177 For brave comportment, wit without offense, 175 Frolic virgins once these were, 103 From noise of scare-fires rest ye free, 85 From the dull confines of the drooping West, 155 Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, 54 Get up, get up for shame; the blooming morn, 43 Go, happy rose, and interwove, 74 Go, pretty child, and bear this flower, 204 Go thou forth, my book, though late, 188 Gold I've none, for use or show, 61 Good morrow to the day so fair, 104 Good speed, for I this day, 60 Good things that come of course, far less do please, 85 Great men by small means oft are overthrown, 84 Handsome you are, and proper you will be, 17 Hear, ye virgins, and I 'll teach, 84 Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, 143 Here a little child I stand, 194 Here a pretty baby lies, 146 Here a solemn fast we keep, 111 Here, here I live with what my board, 139 Here lies Jonson with the rest, 173 Here she lies, a pretty bud, 85 Here she lies, in bed of spice, 170 Here we are all by day; by night we 're hurl'd, 19 Here we securely live and eat, 127 Honor to you who sit, 163 How rich and pleasing thou, my Julia, art, 22 I bring ye love. What will love do? 179 I cannot pipe as I was wont to do, 131 I could but see thee yesterday, 169 I dare not ask a kiss, 151 I do believe that die I must, 198 I dreamt the roses one time went, 5 I have been wanton and too bold, I fear, 176 I have lost, and lately, these, 11 I held Love's head while it did ache, 122 I make no haste to have my numbers read, 186 I saw about her spotless wrist, 41 I saw a cherry weep, and why? 9 I saw a fly within a bead, 168 I send, I send here my supremest kiss, 181 I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, 1 I'll to thee a simnel bring, 154 If, after rude and boisterous seas, 72 If, dear Anthea, my hard fate it be, 8 If hap it must, that I must see thee lie, 176 If ye will with Mab find grace, 70 Immortal clothing I put on, 168 In holy meetings there a man may be, 108 In man ambition is the commonest thing, 23 In numbers, and but these few, 195 In sober mornings, do not thou rehearse, 3 In the hour of my distress, 196 In this little urn is laid, 164 In this world, the Isle of Dreams, 208 Is this a life, to break thy sleep, 152 Julia, if I chance to die, 20 Kindle the Christmas brand, and then, 173 Laid out for dead, let thy last kindness be, 12 Let me be warm, let me be fully fed, 24 Lord, thou hast given me a cell, 199 Lost to the world; lost to myself; alone, 47 Love brought me to a silent grove, 119 Love is a circle that doth restless move, 10 Love like a gipsy lately came, 40 Make haste away, and let one be, 185 Make me a heaven, and make me there, 33 Man may want land to live in; but for all, 168 More discontents I never had, 12 Music, thou queen of Heaven, care-charming spell, 79 My dearest love, since thou wilt go, 184 My faithful friend, if you can see, 50 My muse in meads has spent her many hours, 71 My soul would one day go and seek, 171 Never was day so over-sick with showers, 34 Night hath no wings to him that cannot sleep, 203 No wrath of men or rage of seas, 141 Noonday and midnight shall at once be seen, 42 Now is the time, when all the lights wax dim, 14 |