List of First Lines

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A grove there grows, round with the sea confin'd, ii.

A king and no king! Is he gone from us, ii.

A tender kid—see, where 'tis put— ii.

A ward, and still in bonds, one day i. 19

A wit most worthy in tried gold to shine, i. 2

Accept, dread Lord, the poor oblation; i. 92

Accipe prærapido salmonem in gurgite captum, ii.

Against the virtuous man we all make head, ii.

Ah! He is fled! i. 40

Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry i. 123

All sorts of men, who live on Earth, ii.

All worldly things, even while they grow, decay ii.

Almighty Spirit! Thou that by ii.

Amyntas go, thou art undone ii.

And do they so? have they a sense i. 87

And for life's sake to lose the crown of life. ii.

And is the bargain thought too dear ii.

And rising at midnight the stars espied ii.

And will not bear the cry ii.

As Egypt's drought by Nilus is redress'd ii.

As kings do rule like th' heavens, who dispense ii.

As Time one day by me did pass, i. 234

As travellers, when the twilight's come i. 146

Ask, lover, e'er thou diest; let one poor breath ii.

Awake, glad heart! get up and sing! i. 105

Base man! and couldst thou think Cato alone ii.

Be dumb, coarse measures, jar no more; to me i. 195

Be still, black parasites, i. 187

Bless me! what damps are here! how stiff an air! ii.

Blessed, unhappy city! dearly lov'd, i. 218

Blessings as rich and fragrant crown your heads ii.

Blest be the God of harmony and love! i. 76

Blest infant bud, whose blossom-life i. 120

Boast not, proud Golgotha, that thou canst show ii.

Bright and blest beam! whose strong projection, i. 121

Bright books! the perspectives to our weak sights: ii.

Bright Queen of Heaven! God's Virgin Spouse! i. 225

Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of bliss; i. 114

But night and day doth his own life molest, ii.

Can any tell me what it is? Can you ii.

Chance taking from me things of highest price ii.

Come, come! what do I here? i. 61

Come, drop your branches, strew the way i. 216

Come, my heart! come, my head, i. 52

Come, my true consort in my joys and care! ii.

Come sapless blossom, creep not still on earth, i. 166

Curtain'd with clouds in a dark night ii.

Darkness, and stars i' th' mid-day! They invite ii.

Dear, beauteous saint! more white than day i. 227

Dear friend, sit down, and bear awhile this shade i. 193

Dear friend! whose holy, ever-living lines i. 91

Dearest! if you those fair eyes—wond'ring—stick ii.

Death and darkness, get you packing, i. 133

Diminuat ne sera dies præsentis honorem ii.

Draw near, fond man, and dress thee by this glass, ii.

Dust and clay, i. 180

Early, while yet the dark was gay ii.

Eternal God! Maker of all i. 285

Et sic in cithara, sic in dulcedine vitæ ii.

Excel then if thou canst, be not withstood, ii.

Fair and young light! my guide to holy i. 236

Fair order'd lights—whose motion without noise i. 155

Fair Prince of Light! Light's living well! ii.

Fair, shining mountains of my pilgrimage ii.

Fair, solitary path! whose blessed shades i. 256

Fair vessel of our daily light, whose proud ii.

Fairly design'd! to charm our civil rage ii.

False life! a foil and no more, when i. 282

Fancy and I, last evening, walk'd, ii.

Farewell! I go to sleep; but when i. 73

Farewell thou true and tried reflection ii.

Farewell, you everlasting hills! I'm cast i. 43

Father of lights! what sunny seed, i. 189

Feeding on fruits which in the heavens do grow, ii.

Flaccus, not so: that worldly he ii.

Fool that I was! to believe blood ii.

For shame desist, why shouldst thou seek my fall? ii.

Fortune—when with rash hands she quite turmoils ii.

Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair face ii.

From fruitful beds and flow'ry borders, ii.

From the first hour the heavens were made ii.

Go catch the phœnix, and then bring ii.

Go, go, quaint follies, sugar'd sin, i. 113

Go, if you must! but stay—and know ii.

Had I adored the multitude and thence ii.

Hail, sacred shades! cool, leafy house! ii.

Happy is he, that with fix'd eyes ii.

Happy that first white age! when we ii.

Happy those early days, when I i. 59

Have I so long in vain thy absence mourn'd? ii.

He that thirsts for glory's prize, ii.

Here holy Anselm lives in ev'ry page, ii.

Here, take again thy sackcloth! and thank heav'n ii.

Here the great well-spring of wash'd souls, with beams ii.

His deep, dark heart—bent to supplant— ii.

Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all night i. 207

How could that paper sent, ii.

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.

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.

I call'd it once my sloth: in such an age ii.

I cannot reach it; and my striving eye i. 249

I did but see thee! and how vain it is ii.

I have consider'd it; and find i. 90

I have it now: i. 238

I knew it would be thus! and my just fears ii.

I knew thee not, nor durst attendance strive ii.

I saw beneath Tarentum's stately towers ii.

I saw Eternity the other night i. 150

I see the Temple in thy pillar rear'd; i. 261

I see the use: and know my blood i. 69

I've read thy soul's fair nightpiece, and have seen ii.

I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour, i. 171

I whose first year flourished with youthful verse, ii.

I wonder, James, through the whole history ii.

I write not here, as if thy last in store ii.

I wrote it down. But one that saw i. 264

If Amoret, that glorious eye, ii.

"If any have an ear," i. 242

If I were dead, and in my place ii.

If old tradition hath not fail'd, ii.

If sever'd friends by sympathy can join, ii.

If this world's friends might see but once i. 232

If weeping eyes could wash away ii.

If with an open, bounteous hand ii.

In all the parts of earth, from farthest West, ii.

In March birds couple, a new birth ii.

In those bless'd fields of everlasting air ii.

Isca parens florum, placido qui spumeus ore ii.

It is perform'd! and thy great name doth run ii.

It lives when kill'd, and brancheth when 'tis lopp'd ii.

It would less vex distressèd man ii.

Jesus, my life! how shall I truly love Thee? i. 200

Joy of my life while left me here! i. 67

Knave's tongues and calumnies no more doth prize ii.

King of comforts! King of Life! i. 127

King of mercy, King of love, i. 174

Learning and Law, your day is done, ii.

Leave Amoret, melt not away so fast ii.

Let me not weep to see thy ravish'd house ii.

Let not thy youth and false delights ii.

Life, Marcellina, leaving thy fair frame, ii.

Like some fair oak, that when her boughs ii.

[Like] to speedy posts, bear hence the lamp of life ii.

Long life, oppress'd with many woes, ii.

Long since great wits have left the stage ii.

Lord, bind me up, and let me lie i. 161

Lord Jesus! with what sweetness and delights, i. 177

Lord, since Thou didst in this vile clay i. 116

Lord! what a busy restless thing i. 48

Lord, when Thou didst on Sinai pitch, i. 148

Lord, when Thou didst Thyself undress, i. 51

Lord, with what courage, and delight i. 80

Love, the world's life! What a sad death ii.

Man should with virtue arm'd and hearten'd be ii.

Mark, when the evening's cooler wings ii.

Most happy man! who in his own sweet fields ii.

My dear, Almighty Lord! why dost Thou weep? i. 220

My God and King! to Thee i. 259

My God, how gracious art Thou! I had slipt i. 89

My God! Thou that didst die for me, i. 13

My God, when I walk in those groves i. 30

My soul, my pleasant soul, and witty, ii.

My soul, there is a country i. 83

Nature even for herself doth lay a snare, ii.

Nimble sigh on thy warm wings, ii.

Nothing on earth, nothing at all ii.

Now I have seen her; and by Cupid ii.

Now that the public sorrow doth subside ii.

O book! Life's guide! how shall we part; i. 287

O come, and welcome! come, refine! ii.

O come away, i. 274

O day of life, of light, of love! i. 267

O do not go! Thou know'st I'll die! i. 214

O dulcis luctus, risuque potentior omni! ii.

O health, the chief of gifts divine! ii.

O holy, blessed, glorious Three, i. 201

O in what haste, with clouds and night ii.

O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flowers i. 71

O knit me, that am crumbled dust! the heap i. 46

O my chief good! i. 84

O quæ frondosæ per amœna cubilia silvæ ii.

O, subtle Love! thy peace is war; ii.

O tell me whence that joy doth spring i. 284

O the new world's new-quick'ning Sun! i. 289

O Thou great builder of this starry frame, ii.

O Thou that lovest a pure and whiten'd soul; i. 130

O Thou! the first-fruits of the dead, i. 78

O Thou who didst deny to me ii.

O Thy bright looks! Thy glance of love i. 197

O when my God, my Glory, brings i. 260

Obdurate still and tongue-tied, you accuse ii.

Oft have I seen, when that renewing breath i. 25

Patience digesteth misery ii.

Peace? and to all the world? Sure One, ii.

Peace, peace! I blush to hear thee; when thou art i. 108

Peace, peace! I know 'twas brave; i. 65

Peace, peace! it is not so. Thou dost miscall i. 137

Peter, when thou this pleasant world dost see, ii.

Praying! and to be married! It was rare, i. 37

Quid celebras auratam undam, et combusta pyropis ii.

Quite spent with thoughts, I left my cell, and lay i. 57

Quod vixi, Mathæe dedit pater, hæc tamen olim ii.

Sacred and secret hand! i. 223

Sad, purple well! whose bubbling eye i. 254

Saw not, Lysimachus, last day, when we ii.

Say, witty fair one, from what sphere ii.

See what thou wert! by what Platonic round ii.

See you that beauteous queen, which no age tames? ii.

Sees not my friend, what a deep snow ii.

Shall I believe you can make me return, ii.

Shall I complain, or not? or shall I mask ii.

Sickness and death, you are but sluggish things, ii.

Silence and stealth of days! 'Tis now, i. 74

Since dying for me, Thou didst crave no more i. 278

Since I in storms us'd most to be, i. 283

Since in a land not barren still, i. 145

Since last we met, thou and thy horse—my dear— ii.

Sion's true, glorious God! on Thee i. 269

So from our cold, rude world, which all things tires, ii.

So our decays God comforts by ii.

So, stick up ivy and the bays, ii.

Some esteem it no point of revenge to kill ii.

Some struggle and groan as if by panthers torn, ii.

Still young and fine! but what is still in view i. 230

Sure, it was so. Man in those early days i. 101

Sure Priam will to mirth incline, ii.

Sure, there's a tie of bodies! and as they i. 82

Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, i. 209

Sweet, harmless live[r]s!—on whose leisure i. 158

Sweet, sacred hill! on whose fair brow i. 49

Tentasti, fateor, sine vulnere sæpius et me i. liv

Thanks, mighty Silver! I rejoice to see ii.

That man for misery excell'd ii.

That the fierce pard doth at a beck ii.

That the world in constant force ii.

The lucky World show'd me one day i. 226

The naked man too gets the field, ii.

The painful cross with flowers and palms is crown'd, ii.

The pains of Saints and Saints' rewards are twins, ii.

The plenteous evils of frail life fill the old: ii.

The strongest body and the best ii.

The trees we set grow slowly, and their shade ii.

The untired strength of never-ceasing motion, ii.

The whole wench—how complete soe'er—was but ii.

There are that do believe all things succeed ii.

There's need, betwixt his clothes, his bed and board ii.

They are all gone into the world of light! i. 182

—They fain would—if they might— ii.

This is the day—blithe god of sack—which we, ii.

This pledge of your joint love, to heaven now fled, ii.

Those sacred days by tedious Time delay'd, ii.

Though since thy first sad entrance by i. 272

Thou that know'st for whom I mourn, i. 54

Thou the nepenthe easing grief ii.

Thou who didst place me in this busy street i. 244

Thou, who dost flow and flourish here below, i. 198

Thou, whose sad heart, and weeping head lies low i. 133

Through pleasant green fields enter you the way ii.

Through that pure virgin shrine, i. 251

Time's teller wrought into a little round, ii.

'Tis a sad Land, that in one day i. 23

'Tis dead night round about: Horror doth creep i. 41

'Tis madness sure; and I am in the fit, ii.

'Tis not rich furniture and gems, ii.

'Tis now clear day: I see a rose i. 33

'Tis true, I am undone: yet, ere I die, ii.

To live a stranger unto life ii.

True life in this is shown, ii.

'Twas so; I saw thy birth. That drowsy lake i. 45

Tyrant, farewell! this heart, the prize ii.

Unfold! Unfold! Take in His light, ii.

Up, O my soul! and bless the Lord! O God, i. 202

Up to those bright and gladsome hills, i. 136

Vain, sinful art! who first did fit i. 219

Vain wits and eyes i. 16

Virtue's fair cares some people measure ii.

Vivaces oculorum ignes et lumina dia ii.

Waters above! eternal springs! ii.

Weary of this same clay and straw, I laid i. 153

We thank you, worthy Sir, that now we see ii.

Weighing the steadfastness and state i. 169

Welcome, dear book, soul's joy and food! The feast i. 103

Welcome sweet and sacred feast! welcome life! i. 134

Welcome, white day! a thousand suns, i. 184

Well, we are rescued! and by thy rare pen ii.

What can the man do that succeeds the king? i. 247

What clouds, Menalcas, do oppress thy brow, ii.

What fix'd affections, and lov'd laws ii.

What happy, secret fountain, i. 241

What greater good hath decked great Pompey's crown ii.

What is't to me that spacious rivers run ii.

What planet rul'd your birth? what witty star? ii.

What smiling star in that fair night, ii.

What though they boast their riches unto us? ii.

Whatever 'tis, whose beauty here below i. 191

When Daphne's lover here first wore the bays, ii.

When first I saw True Beauty, and Thy joys i. 168

When first Thou didst even from the grave i. 110

When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave i. 94

When Jove a heav'n of small glass did behold, ii.

When the Crab's fierce constellation ii.

When the fair year i. 212

When the sun from his rosy bed ii.

When through the North a fire shall rush i. 28

When to my eyes, i. 63

When we are dead, and now, no more ii.

When with these eyes, clos'd now by Thee, i. 271

Whenever did, I pray, ii.

Where reverend bards of old have sate ii.

Where'er my fancy calls, there I go still, ii.

Whither, O whither didst thou fly ii.

Who wisely would for his retreat ii.

Who would unclouded see the laws ii.

Who on you throne of azure sits, i. 142

Whom God doth take care for, and love, ii.

Whose calm soul in a settled state ii.

Whose guilty soul, with terrors fraught, doth frame, ii.

Whose hissings fright all Nature's monstrous ills, ii.

With restless cares they waste the night and day, ii.

With what deep murmurs, through Time's silent stealth, i. 280

Y Pader, pan trier, Duw-tri a'i dododd ii.

You have consum'd my language, and my pen, ii.

You have oblig'd the patriarch: and 'tis known ii.

You minister to others' wounds a cure, ii.

You see what splendour through the spacious aisle, ii.

You that to wash your flesh and souls draw near, ii.

Youth, beauty, virtue, innocence ii.

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