Part 44

Farewell thou true and tried reflection ii. 276

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. 291

Flaccus, not so: that worldly he ii. 152

Fool that I was! to believe blood ii. 209

For shame desist, why shouldst thou seek my fall? ii. 200

Fortune--when with rash hands she quite turmoils ii. 134

Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair face ii. 252

From fruitful beds and flow'ry borders, ii. 272

From the first hour the heavens were made ii. 296

Go catch the phnix, and then bring ii. 217

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

Go, if you must! but stay--and know ii. 222

Had I adored the multitude and thence ii. 169

Hail, sacred shades! cool, leafy house! ii. 26

Happy is he, that with fix'd eyes ii. 224

Happy that first white age! when we ii. 138

Happy those early days, when I i. 59

Have I so long in vain thy absence mourn'd? ii. 309

He that thirsts for glory's prize, ii. 140

Here holy Anselm lives in ev'ry page, ii. 298

Here, take again thy sackcloth! and thank heav'n ii. 83

Here the great well-spring of wash'd souls, with beams ii. 313

His deep, dark heart--bent to supplant-- ii. 292

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

How could that paper sent, ii. 307

How is man parcell'd out! how ev'ry hour i. 139