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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Index of First Lines
Fain would I change that note to Hyd, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere
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- Fain would I change that note
- Fair Amoret is gone astray
- Fair and fair, and twice so fair
- Fair daffodils, we weep to see
- Fair is my Love and cruel as she ‘s fair
- Fair pledges of a fruitful tree
- Fair ship, that from the Italian shore
- Fair stood the wind for France
- False though she be to me and love
- False world, good night! since thou hast brought
- Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
- Fear no more the heat o’ the sun
- Fierce exulting worlds, the motes in rays
- Fine knacks for ladies! cheap, choice, brave, and new
- First came the primrose
- Flowers nodding gaily, scent in air
- Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race
- Fly hence, shadows, that do keep
- Follow a shadow, it still flies you
- Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow!
- Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet!
- Foolish prater, what dost thou
- For a name unknown
- Forbear, bold youth; all ‘s heaven here
- Forget not yet the tried intent
- For her gait, if she be walking
- For knighthood is not in the feats of warre
- Forward youth that would appear
- Fra bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin
- Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king
- From harmony, from heavenly harmony
- From low to high doth dissolution climb
- From the forests and highlands
- From you have I been absent in the spring
- From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass
- Full fathom five thy father lies
- Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
- Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn
- Give all to love
- Give a man a horse he can ride
- Give me my scallop-shell of quiet
- Give pardon, blessèd soul, to my bold cries
- Give place, you ladies, and begone
- Glories of our blood and state
- Go and catch a falling star
- God Lyaeus, ever young
- God of our fathers, known of old
- God who created me
- Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine
- Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill
- Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
- Go, lovely Rose
- Gone were but the winter cold
- Good-morrow to the day so fair
- Gray sea and the long black land
- Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d
- Had we but world enough, and time
- Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!
- Hail holy light, ofspring of Heav’n first-born
- Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
- Hail, sister springs
- Hallow the threshold, crown the posts anew!
- Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be
- Happy those early days, when I
- Hark! ah, the Nightingale!
- Hark! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings
- Hark! Now everything is still
- Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes
- Hear the voice of the Bard
- Hear, ye ladies that despise
- He first deceased; she for a little tried
- He has conn’d the lesson now
- Helen, thy beauty is to me
- Hence, all you vain delights
- Hence, heart, with her that must depart
- Hence loathèd Melancholy
- Hence vain deluding joyes
- Here a little child I stand
- Here a pretty baby lies
- Here, ever since you went abroad
- Here in this sequester’d close
- Here she lies, a pretty bud
- Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee
- He that is by Mooni now
- He that is down needs fear no fall
- He that loves a rosy cheek
- He who has once been happy is for aye
- Hey nonny no!
- Hey! now the day dawis
- Hierusalem, my happy home
- High-spirited friend
- Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be
- His golden locks Time hath to silver turn’d
- How happy is he born and taught
- How like a Winter hath my absence been
- How many times do I love thee, dear?
- How near me came the hand of Death
- How sleep the brave, who sink to rest
- How vainly men themselves amaze
- Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber
- Hyd, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere
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