Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren. Cease your music, gentle swains Charm me asleep, and melt me so Come away, come away, death Come hither, shepherd swain Come live with me and be my love Come my Celia, let us prove Come sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving Condemned to hope's delusive mine Crabbed age and youth cannot live together Dark, deep, and cold the current flows Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly Drink to me only with thine eyes Drop, drop, slow tears Fair daffodils, we weep to see Fair pledges of a fruitful tree Fear no more the heat o' the sun First shall the heavens want starry light ཡ༷g་་88 100 113 116 34 2 108 107 96 253 . Good morrow to the day so fair Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings Hark! she is called, the parting hour is come 141 How sleep the brave, who sink to rest How sweet I roamed from field to field If I freely can discover If I had thought thou could'st have died If love be life, I long to die If Love his arrows shoot so fast. If thou wilt ease thine heart If to be absent were to be I got me flowers to strew thy way I have had playmates, I have had companions In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept In the days of old In time of yore when shepherds dwelt I played with you 'mid cowslips blowing I wandered lonely as a cloud Lay a garland on my hearse Life! I know not what thou art. Like to Diana in her summer weed Like to the falling of a star Look not thou on beauty's charming Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band Lord, thou hast given me a cell. 123 207 167 Love in fantastic triumph sat Love in my bosom, like a bee Love is a sickness full of woes Love is like a lamb, and love is like a lion. 120 162 32 45 99 PAGE Margaret's beauteous-Grecian arts. My true love hath my heart, and I have his 27 Not a druni was heard, not a funeral note 243 Of all the girls that are so smart O goodly hand No! those days are gone away. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger O'er the level plains, where mountains greet me as O, fly my soul! What hangs upon O happy dames, that may embrace Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom Oh turn away those cruel eyes 156 Pack clouds away, and welcome day. Queen and huntress, chaste and fair Ring out your bells, let mourning shews be spread See the chariot at hand here of Love. She dwelt among the untrodden ways Sing lullaby, as women do. Still to be neat, still to be drest Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright Tell me where is fancy bred The earth late choked with flowers The sun upon the lake is low The twentieth year is well nigh past. The world's a bubble; and the life of man We watched her breathing through the night Weep with me all you that read. What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells When first mine eyes did view and mark When I a verse shall make. When lovely woman stoops to foily When Love with unconfined wings When maidens such as Hester die When the lamp is shattered When we two parted Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn Where shall the lover rest Where the bee sucks, there suck I 211 176 Where the remote Bermudas ride Whether on Ida's shady brow While that the sun with his beams hot Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Why so pale and wan, fond lover Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun. Ye little birds that sit and sing You spotted snakes with double tongue END |