hat 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

How kind is Heav'n to man! if here i. 107

How oft have we beheld wild beasts appear ii. 325

How rich, O Lord, how fresh Thy visits are! i. 105

How shrill are silent tears! when sin got head i. 124

I am confirm'd, and so much wing is given ii. 79

I call'd it once my sloth: in such an age ii. 58

I cannot reach it; and my striving eye i. 249

I did but see thee! and how vain it is ii. 90

I have consider'd it; and find i. 90

I have it now: i. 238

I knew it would be thus! and my just fears ii. 94

I knew thee not, nor durst attendance strive ii. 87

I saw beneath Tarentum's stately towers ii. 296

I saw Eternity the other night i. 150

I see the Temple in thy pillar rear'd; i. 261

I see the use: and know my blood i. 69

I've read thy soul's fair nightpiece, and have seen ii. 77

I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour, i. 171

I whose first year flourished with youthful verse, ii. 125

I wonder, James, through the whole history ii. 70

I write not here, as if thy last in store ii. 59

I wrote it down. But one that saw i. 264

If Amoret, that glorious eye, ii. 13

"If any have an ear," i. 242

If I were dead, and in my place ii. 16

If old tradition hath not fail'd, ii. 233

If sever'd friends by sympathy can join, ii. 178

If this world's friends might see but once i. 232

If weeping eyes coul