INDEX OF FIRST LINES A A CHANGE came o'er the spirit of my dream A happiness will thus, my friend, be thine A pearly dewdrop see some flower adorn A vision on his sleep. Acis and Galatea whispering Ah! good, my master, you may sigh for death Ah, my lord Arthur, whither shall I go? Ah, prince, you cannot hide PAGE 408 234 365 105 288 221 47 549 409 307 496 574 448 405 Alas, my lord, what griefful thing is this Alas, poor Richard, where rides he the while Alcun non puo saper da chi sia amato All is best though we oft doubt All night he worked in the serene moonshine All places, honours, offices, are theirs All things decay with time: the forest sees 117 288 455 552 459 527 68 350 459 591 348 548 517 79 517 461 485 103 161 434 261 314 239 138 544 Are they immortal then, that did partake Are we all met Arm you against your other enemies Art thou a man, and sham'st thou not to beg As doth the flower revolve to meet the sun As fearfull fowle that long in secret cave As lately I a garland bound As slow our ship her foamy track As the isle of Delos whilome men report As they heard her lamentations in their troubled anguish deep As when the air is serene in the sultry solstice of summer. As when the moon hath comforted the night As when to seek her food abroad doth rove At last, the deadly bitten point tugged off. Ay, ay, Iarbas, after this is done Ay, do thy worst. Thou art omnipotent Beneath the chilling air when I behold Beneath a sleeping infant lies: to earth her body's lent Beneath those rugged elms, that yew tree's shade 95 186 225 293 474 542 553 565 298 342 376 465 365 129 87 375 503 213 521 Desire that is of things ungot 449 Despised things may live, although they pine in paine 79 94 Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart Ease, delight of human kind Eftsoones her shallow ship away did slide Ein quidam sagt, Ich bin von keiner Schule Ell était de ce monde, ou les plus belles choses Empress of this fair world, resplendent Eve Et où vas tu, petit soupir Even as a flower Even in that note a fool's beatitude Even now thy torturer arms 207 449 479 486 547 542 583 140 48 572 585 134 Even to the utmost I have been to thee 49 Fairest virgin now adieu False Paris, this was not thy vow, when thou and I were one 204 408 558 |