From the first hour the heavens were made ii. 296
Go catch the ph[oe]nix, and then bring ii. 217
Go, go, quaint follies, sugar'd sin, i. 113
Go, if you must! but stay--and know ii. 222
Had I adored the multitude and thence ii. 169
Hail, sacred shades! cool, leafy house! ii. 26
Happy is he, that with fix'd eyes ii. 224
Happy that first white age! when we ii. 138
Have I so long in vain thy absence mourn'd? ii. 309
He that thirsts for glory's prize, ii. 140
Here holy Anselm lives in ev'ry page, ii. 298
Here, take again thy sackcloth! and thank heav'n ii. 83
Here the great well-spring of wash'd souls, with beams ii. 313
His deep, dark heart--bent to supplant-- ii. 292
Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all night i. 207
How is man parcell'd out! how ev'ry hour i. 139
How kind is Heav'n to man! if here i. 107
How oft have we beheld wild beasts appear ii. 325
How rich, O Lord, how fresh Thy visits are! i. 105
How shrill are silent tears! when sin got head i. 124
I am confirm'd, and so much wing is given ii. 79
I call'd it once my sloth: in such an age ii. 58
I cannot reach it; and my striving eye i. 249
I did but see thee! and how vain it is ii. 90
I knew it would be thus! and my just fears ii. 94
I knew thee not, nor durst attendance strive ii. 87
I saw beneath Tarentum's stately towers ii. 296
I see the Temple in thy pillar rear'd; i. 261
I've read thy soul's fair nightpiece, and have seen ii. 77
I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour, i. 171
I whose first year flourished with youthful verse, ii. 125
I wonder, James, through the whole history ii. 70
I write not here, as if thy last in store ii. 59
If old tradition hath not fail'd, ii. 233
If sever'd friends by sympathy can join, ii. 178
If this world's friends might see but once i. 232
In all the parts of earth, from farthest West, ii. 28
In March birds couple, a new birth ii. 295
In those bless'd fields of everlasting air ii. 119
Isca parens florum, placido qui spumeus ore ii. 157
It is perform'd! and thy great name doth run ii. 193
It lives when kill'd, and brancheth when 'tis lopp'd ii. 301
Jesus, my life! how shall I truly love Thee? i. 200
Knave's tongues and calumnies no more doth prize ii. 292
Learning and Law, your day is done, ii. 213
Leave Amoret, melt not away so fast ii. 23