An ecstasy. too big to be suppressed A mere mechanic art A mind so pure, so perfect fine A mistress moderately fair Amoret, as sweet and good A name Which bids defiance to all sense of shame And art thou grieved, sweet and sacred Dove And ever as they mount, like larks they sing And scatters day And what Timotheus was is Dryden now Another Savage to be starved in me 243 59 189 158 331 85 87 214 174 213 106 241 313 330 A stoic of the woods a man without a tear 373 PAGE At every turn she made a little stand 217 At heart's desire 223 At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still 319 Beauty clear and fair 69 Before that sinne turn'd flesh to stone 86 Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law Be thine own palace, or the world's thy gaol Bid me to live, and I will live Bind the sea to slumber stilly Blest place of my nativity 238 Beneath an ancient bridge, the straiten'd flood 347 77 145 374 Bless'd be the great! for those they take away 242 136 But oh! what storm was in that mind! what strife Call, and I'll come; say Thou the when and where Cease, eager Muse; peace, pen; for my sake stay Chaste as th' air whither she 's fled Cheer up, my mates, the wind does fairly blow Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry Christ's gallant humbleness 27 176 184 139 77 PAGE Clever Tom Clinch, while the rabble was bawling. 229 141 Come unto these yellow sands 44 Comming to kisse her lyps-such grace I found 36 Death, be not proud, though some have called thee 77 Divinest Spenser, heav'n-bred, happy Muse ! 128 Down on the deck he laid himself, and died. 203 Drink on't even till we weep 197 Drink to me, only with thine eyes 57 Each seem'd to act that part he came to see 193 |