Part 48

O knit me, that am crumbled dust! the heap i. 46

O my chief good! i. 84

O quæ frondosæ per amna cubilia silvæ ii. 160

O, subtle Love! thy peace is war; ii. 220

O tell me whence that joy doth spring i. 284

O the new world's new-quick'ning Sun! i. 289

O Thou great builder of this starry frame, ii. 129

O Thou that lovest a pure and whiten'd soul; i. 130

O Thou! the first-fruits of the dead, i. 78

O Thou who didst deny to me ii. 263

O Thy bright looks! Thy glance of love i. 197

O when my God, my Glory, brings i. 260

Obdurate still and tongue-tied, you accuse ii. 308

Oft have I seen, when that renewing breath i. 25

Patience digesteth misery ii. 302

Peace? and to all the world? Sure One, ii. 259

Peace, peace! I blush to hear thee; when thou art i. 108

Peace, peace! I know 'twas brave; i. 65

Peace, peace! it is not so. Thou dost miscall i. 137

Peter, when thou this pleasant world dost see, ii. 299

Praying! and to be married! It was rare, i. 37

Quid celebras auratam undam, et combusta pyropis ii. 265

Quite spent with thoughts, I left my cell, and lay i. 57

Quod vixi, Mathæe dedit pater, hæc tamen olim ii. 158

Sacred and secret hand! i. 223

Sad, purple well! whose bubbling eye i. 254

Saw not, Lysimachus, last day, when we ii. 195

Say, witty fair one, from what sphere ii. 100