Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921.
Index of First Lines
- Absence heare my protestation
- Accept thou Shrine of my dead Saint
- After those reverend papers, whose soule is
- All Kings, and all their favorites
- And do they so? have they a Sense
- And here the precious dust is laid
- Ask me no more where Jove bestowes
- As time one day by me did pass
- As virtuous men passe mildly away
- At the round earths imagin’d corners, blow
- A ward, and still in bonds, one day
- Batter my heart, three person’d God; for, you
- Before we shall again behold
- Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with teares
- Brave flowers, that I could gallant it like you
- Busie old foole, unruly Sunne
- By our first strange and fatall interview
- Can we not force from widdowed Poetry
- Clora come view my Soul, and tell
- Cloris, it is not thy disdaine
- Come we shepheards whose blest Sight
- Courage my Soul, now learn to wield
- Dear, back my wounded heart restore
- Dear hope! earth’s dowry, & heavn’s debt!
- Dear urge no more that killing cause
- Deare love, for nothing lesse then thee
- Death be not proud, though some have called thee
- Do not conceale thy radiant eyes
- Draw neer
- Ev’n like two little bank-dividing brookes
- Faire as unshaded Light; or as the Day
- False life! a foil and no more, when
- Fancy, and I, last Evening walkt
- Farewel ye guilded follies, pleasing troubles
- First born of Chaos, who so fair didst come
- Give me more Love, or more Disdain
- Goe, and catche a falling starre
- Goe! hunt the whiter Ermine! and present
- Good in Graves as Heavenly Seed are sown
- Had we but World enough, and Time
- Hail, sister springs!
- Happy those early dayes! when I
- Happy Choristers of Aire
- Having interr’d her Infant-birth
- Having been tenant long to a rich Lord
- Here take my Picture; though I bid farewell
- He was in Logick a great Critick
- Holinesse on the head
- Honour is so sublime perfection
- Hope, whose weak Being ruin’d is
- How ill doth he deserve a Lovers name
- How vainly men themselves amaze
- I did not live until this time
- If to be absent were to be
- If yet I have not all thy love
- I made a posie, while the day ran by
- In what torne ship soever I embarke
- I struck the board, and cry’d, No more
- I presse not to the Quire, nor dare I greet
- I was foretold, your rebell sex
- I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
- Jesu is in my heart, his sacred name
- Kinde pitty chokes my spleene; brave scorn forbids
- Know Celia, since thou art so proud
- Lark now leaves his watry Nest
- Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this
- Let me powre forth
- Little think’st thou, poore flower
- Lord, how can man preach thy eternall word?
- Lord when the wise men came from farr
- Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store
- Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back
- Love, brave Vertues younger Brother
- Love in her Sunny Eyes does basking play
- Love, thou art Absolute sole lord
- Mark you the floore? that square & speckled stone
- Must I then see, alas! eternal night
- My dearest Rival, least our Love
- My Love is of a birth as rare
- My Life is measur’d by this glasse, this glasse
- Noe more unto my thoughts appeare
- Not that by this disdain
- Now you have freely given me leave to love
- Of thee (kind boy) I ask no red and white
- Oh! for some honest Lovers ghost
- Oh thou great Power, in whom I move
- Oh thou that swing’st upon the waving haire
- O my Lucasia, let us speak our Love
- Out upon it, I have lov’d
- O who shall, from this Dungeon, raise
- Poet and Saint! to thee alone are given
- Proud Ægyptian Queen, her Roman Guest
- Romira, stay
- See how the Orient Dew
- See! with what constant Motion
- See with what simplicity
- Send home my long strayd eyes to mee
- Show me deare Christ, thy spouse, so bright and clear
- Since I am comming to that Holy roome
- Since that this thing we call the world
- Sluggish morne as yet undrest
- So, so, breake off this last lamenting kisse
- Strange and unnatural! lets stay and see
- Sweetest love, I do not goe
- Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
- Take heed of loving mee
- Tell me no more how fair she is
- Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkinde
- Tell me, O tell, what kind of thing is Wit
- They are all gone into the world of light!
- This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint
- This is the Month, and this the happy morn
- Though you be absent here, I needs must say
- Thou hast made me, And shall thy worke decay?
- Through that pure Virgin-shrine
- Throw away thy rod
- ‘Tis not how witty, nor how free
- Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes
- To make a final conquest of all me
- Twice or thrice had I loved thee
- Victorious beauty, though your eyes
- Weighing the stedfastness and state
- What heav’n-intreated Heart is This
- What happy, secret fountain
- What if this present were the worlds last night?
- What needs my Shakespear for his honour’d Bones
- When first thou didst entice to thee my heart
- When for the Thorns with which I long, too long
- When I survay the bright
- When Love with unconfined wings
- When my grave is broke up againe
- When thou, poore excommunicate
- Where, like a pillow on a bed
- Whilst my Souls eye beheld no light
- Who ere she be
- Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harme
- Who first reform’d our Stage with justest Lawes
- Who sayes that fictions onely and false hair
- Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why
- Why should you sweare I am forsworn
- Wilt thou forgive that sinn, where I begunn
- With all the powres my poor Heart hath
- With what deep murmurs through times silent stealth
- Yee blushing Virgins happy are
- You earthly Souls that court a wanton flame
- You meaner Beauties of the Night