INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE A Ah Chloris! that I now could sit Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh A ho! A ho! CCURST be love, and they that trust his trains 37 119 160 208 126 271 Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers As I in hoary winter's night As it fell upon a day. Ask me no more where Jove bestows 41 87 94 67 Ask not the cause why sullen Spring. A slumber did my spirit seal A sunny shaft did I behold As virtuous men pass mildly away Away, delights, go seek some other dwelling 101 157 201 213 70 95 246 206 Before my face the picture hangs Behold her single in the field Beyond the sea, beyond the sea. Bid me to live, and I will live Blow, blow, thou winter wind Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear PAGE Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren. 68 Come worthy Greek, Ulysses, come . Crabbed age and youth cannot live together 46 180 64 Happy those early days, when I Hark! she is called, the parting hour is come 108 107 96 253 134 114 268 175 151 62 125 141 |