gloom is relieved by passages of great sweetness, and others of extravagant splendour. CLXXXVIII. From The Sad Shepherd. CXCIII. From The Captain, by Beaumont and Fletcher. CXCVII. From The Tragicall Historie of Dr. Faustus. CCII. From Gebir, Book IV. CCIII. From The Poetaster. CCVI. Written, evidently, in conscious and direct imitation of Wyatt. See Wyatt's two lyrics given in this volume. INDEX OF FIRST LINES PAGE Abstract as in a trance, methought I saw. 88 Ah me! for aught that ever I could read 3 sunny shaft did I behold At midnight by the stream I roved Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake Away, delights; go seek some other dwelling Beating heart! we come again. Beauties, have ye seen this toy. Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call Because I breathe not love to every one Because I oft in dark abstracted guise Believe me, if all those endearing young charms Bid me to live, and I will live Bonny lassie, will ye go, will ye go, will ye go 4I 183 147 103 191 60 168 209 184 144 157 211 128 175 146 151 130 107 137 14 204 Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace 172 152 Daft Jean 15 Dear love, I have not ask'd you yet 148 Dear, why should you command me to my rest 175 False though she be to me and love Farewell, then. It is finished. I forego 161 137 28 171 167 23 Farewell to Northmaven Fate! I have asked few things of thee Forget not yet the tried intent For love is a celestial harmony For love is Lord of truth and loyalty Gather ye rosebuds while ye may 132 Fie, foolish Earth, think you the heaven wants glory 86 131 78 91 Gaze not upon the stars, fond sage Give me more love, or more disdain Go, lovely rose 172 159 160 47 6 Hapless doom of woman happy in betrothing Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance He that loves a rosy cheek High over the breakers His love was passion's essence-as a tree. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 112 98 132 180 184 106 84 164 207 How happy is the blameless vestal's lot I am undone there is no living, none I arise from dreams of thee I asked my fair, one happy day I cannot change, as others do If doughty deeds my lady please If I were dead, and in my place If thou must love me, let it be for nought. I have heard of reasons manifold I know it will not ease the smart I loved her for that she was beautiful I loved thee once, I'll love no more I never drank of Aganippe well. I never gave a lock of hair away In the days when Earth was young I prythee send me back my heart Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear in the pine overhead It is the miller's daughter. It was a lover and his lass. It was an English ladye bright. It was not like your great and gracious ways It was the cooling hour, just when the rounded I've wandered east, I've wandered west I will not let thee go I wish I could remember that first day Joy of my life! full oft for loving you 133 King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport 188 Lights Love, the timorous bird, to dwell Music, when soft voices die Never seek to tell thy love No more, my dear, no more these counsels try. Of a' the airts the wind can blaw O lovers' eyes are sharp to see O luve will venture in, where it daur na weel be seen O, mark yon Rose-tree! when the West One year ago my path was green On the Sabbath-day On the way to Kew O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay O waly, waly, up the bank O weel befa' the guileless heart. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O where have you been, my long lost love Pack clouds away, and welcome day 145 53 106 149 Remember me-oh! pass not thou my grave Seek not the tree of silkiest bark |