Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie..

503

Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.

85

Sylvarum liber

Syene, and where the shadow both way falls.

Tandem, chare, tuæ mihi pervenere tabella
Te, qui conspicuus baculo fulgente solebas
Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth
That golden key that opes the palace of eternity
That power which erring men call Chance
Their fatal hands no second stroke intend
Their rising all at once was as the sound
Then passed he to a flowery mountain green
Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue
There can be slain

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme
This is the month and this the happy morn

325

593

575

577

56

508

521

76

71

568

254

569

138

50

43

479

Thrice he assay'd, and thricee in spite of scorn

Thus with the year seasons return

56

245

85

Thy gracious ear, O Lord, incline

557

Thy land to favour graciously

556

Time will run back and fetch the age of gold

To know that which before us lies in daily life
To Mr. H. Lawes on his airs

183

542

544

To the Lord General Cromwell, May, 1652
To the nightingale

Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new
Tower'd cities please us then

537

536

497

Ut mens, forma, decor, facies, mos, si pietas sic

571

Vain wisdom all and false philosophy

73

Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old

544

What slender youth bedewed with liquid odours
What though the field be lost?

548

45

When Faith and Love, which parted from thee never

543

When I consider how my light is spent

545

Where peace and rest can never dwell, hope never comes.

Where eldest Night

Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.

80

45

57

Whom do we count a good man? Whom but he

Ye flaming powers, and winged warriors bright
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more

486

532

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