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 Abstract as in a trance, methought I saw Accept it, Olive? Surely, yes. Accept, my love, as true a heart A chieftain, to the Highlands bound. Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit Ah me! for aught that ever I could read Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon All thoughts, all passions, all delights And wilt thou leave me thus Ask me no more where Jove bestows A slumber did my spirit seal A sunny shaft did I behold At midnight by the stream I roved Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake 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 Daft Jean Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace Dear love, I have not ask'd you yet. Dear, why should you command me to my rest 172 152 15 148 175 Farewell, then. It is finished. I forego. 23 Fie, foolish Earth, think you the heaven wants glory 86 Hapless doom of woman happy in betrothing Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance He that loves a rosy cheek 172 159 160 47 148 6 II2 98 132 180 184 High over the breakers His love was passion's essence-as a tree How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 106 84 207 I arise from dreams of thee How happy is the blameless vestal's lot PAGE 30 178 I am undone there is no living, none 27 52 174 157 170 134 135 218 136 I asked my fair, one happy day I cannot change, as others do I dare not ask a kiss If doughty deeds my lady please If I were dead, and in my place If thou must love me, let it be for nought. If thou wilt ease thine heart 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 166 22 216 202 II 82 16 80 190 202 169 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 will not let thee go. 150 117 144 159 44 5 68 213 King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport PAGE Lights Love, the timorous bird, to dwell. 192 Lo! mirror of delight in cloudless days 217 80 108 My letters! all dead paper, mute and white 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 138 199 On the way to Kew O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South O waly, waly, my gay goss hawk O waly, waly, up the bank O weel befa' the guileless heart. 102 63 23 III 71. 32 O where have you been, my long lost love Remember me-oh! pass not thou my grave |