Contents -BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD

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

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