Jahannam, next Lazá, and third Hatim, v. 240.
Jamrkan am I! and a man of might, vii. 23.
Joy from stroke of string doth to me incline, viii. 227.
Joy is nigh, O Masrúr, so rejoice in true rede, viii. 221.
“Joy needs shall come,” a prattler ’gan to prattle, iii. 7.
Joy of boughs, bright branch of Myrobalan!, viii. 213.
Joy so o’ercometh me, for stress of joy, v. 355.
Joyance is come, dispelling cark and care, v. 61.
Kingdom with none endures; if thou deny this truth, where be the Kings
of earlier earth?, i. 129.
Kinsmen of mine were those three men who came to thee, iv. 289.
Kisras and Cæsars in a bygone day, ii. 41.
Kiss then his fingers which no fingers are, iv. 147.
Lack of good is exile to man at home, ix. 199.
Lack-gold abaseth man and doth his worth away, ix. 290.
Lady of beauty, say, who taught thee hard and harsh design, iii. 5.
Laud not long hair, except it be dispread, ii. 230.
Laud to my Lord who gave thee all of loveliness, iv. 143.
Leave this blame, I will list to no enemy’s blame!, iii. 61.
Leave this thy design and depart, O man!, viii. 212.
Leave thou the days to breed their ban and bate, ii. 41.
Leave thy home for abroad an wouldest rise on high, ix. 138.
Let days their folds and plies deploy, ii. 309.
Let destiny with slackened rein its course appointed fare!, viii. 70.
Let Fate with slackened bridle fare her pace, iv. 173.
Let Fortune have her wanton way, i. 107.
Let thy thought be ill and none else but ill, iii. 142.
Leyla’s phantom came by night, viii. 14.
Life has no sweet for me since forth ye fared, iii. 177.
Like are the orange hills when zephyr breathes, viii. 272.
Like a tree is he who in wealth doth wone, ii. 14.
Like fullest moon she shines on happiest night, v. 347.
Like moon she shines amid the starry sky, v. 32.
Like peach in vergier growing, viii. 270.
Like the full moon she shineth in garments all of green, viii. 327.
Lion of the wold wilt thou murder me, v. 40.
Long as earth is earth, long as sky is sky, ix. 317.
Long have I chid thee, but my chiding hindereth thee not, vii. 225.
Long have I wept o’er severance ban and bane, i. 249.
Long I lamented that we fell apart, ii. 187.
Long, long have I bewailed the sev’rance of our loves, iii. 275.
Long was my night for sleepless misery, iv. 263.
Longsome is absence; Care and Fear are sore, ii. 295.
Longsome is absence, restlessness increaseth, vii. 212.
Look at the Lote-tree, note on boughs arrayed, viii. 271.
Look at the apricot whose bloom contains, viii. 268.
Look on the Pyramids and hear the twain, v. 106.
Love, at first sight, is a spurt of spray, vii. 280.
Love, at the first, is a spurt of spray, vii. 330.
Love for my fair they chide in angry way, iii. 233.
Love in my breast they lit and fared away, iii. 296.
Love in my heart they lit and went their ways, i. 232.
Love-longing urged me not except to trip in speech o’er free, ix. 322.
Love smote my frame so sore on parting day, ii. 152.
Love’s tongue within my heart speaks plain to thee, iv. 135.
Love’s votaries I ceased not to oppose, iii. 290.
Lover with his beloved loseth will and aim, v. 289.
Lover, when parted from the thing he loves, viii. 36.
Luck to the Rubber, whose deft hand o’erflies, iii. 17.
Make me not (Allah save the Caliph!) one of the betrayed, vii. 129.
Make thy game by guile for thou’rt born in a time, iii. 141.
Man is known among men as his deeds attest, ix. 164.
Man wills his wish to him accorded be, iv. 157.
Many whose ankle rings are dumb have tinkling belts, iii. 302.
Masrur joys life made fair by all delight of days, viii. 234.
May Allah never make you parting dree, v. 74.
May coins thou makest joy in heart instil, ix. 69.
May God deny me boon of troth if I, viii. 34.
May that Monarch’s life span a mighty span, ii. 75.
Mazed with thy love no more I can feign patience, viii. 321.
Melted pure gold in silvern bowl to drain, v. 66.
Men and dogs together are all gone by, iv. 268.
Men are a hidden malady, iv. 188.
Men craving pardon will uplift their hands, iii. 304.
Men have ’plained of pining before my time, iii. 183.
Men in their purposes are much alike, vii. 169.
Men’s turning unto bums of boys is bumptious, v. 162.
Methought she was the forenoon sun until she donned the veil, viii.
284.
Mine ear forewent mine eye in loving him, ix. 222.
Mine eyes I admire that can feed their fill, viii. 224.
Mine eyes ne’er looked on aught the Almond like, viii. 270.
Mine eyes were dragomans for my tongue betied, i. 121.
Mine is a Chief who reached most haught estate, i. 253.
’Minish this blame I ever bear from you, iii. 60.
Morn saith to Night, “withdraw and let me shine,” i. 132.
Most beautiful is earth in budding bloom, ii. 86.
Muawiyah, thou gen’rous lord, and best of men that be, vii. 125.
My best salam to what that robe enrobes of symmetry, ix. 321.
My blamers instant chid that I for her become consoled, viii. 171.
My blamers say of me, He is consoled, And lie!, v. 158.
My body bides the sad abode of grief and malady, iv. 230.
My censors say, What means this pine for him?, v. 158.
My charmer who spellest my piety, ix. 243.
My coolth of eyes, the darling child of me, v. 260.
My day of bliss is that when thou appearest, iii. 291.
My friend I prithee tell me, ’neath the sky, v. 107.
My friend who went hath returned once more, vi. 196.
My friends, despite this distance and this cruelty, viii. 115.
My friends, I yearn in heart distraught for him, vii. 212.
My friends! if ye are banisht from mine eyes, iii. 340.
My friends, Rayyá hath mounted soon as morning shone, vii. 93.
My fondness, O my moon, for thee my foeman is, iii. 256.
My heart disheartened is, my breast is strait, ii. 238.
My heart is a thrall: my tears ne’er abate, viii. 346.
My life for the scavenger! right well I love him, i. 312.
My life is gone but love-longings remain, viii. 345.
My longing bred of love with mine unease for ever grows, vii. 211.
My Lord hath servants fain of piety, v. 277.
My lord, this be the Sun, the Moon thou hadst before, vii. 143.
My lord, this full moon takes in Heaven of thee new birth, vii. 143.
My love a meeting promised me and kept it faithfully, iii. 195.
My loved one’s name in cheerless solitude aye cheereth me, v. 59.
My lover came in at the close of night, iv. 124.
My lover came to me one night, iv. 252.
My mind’s withdrawn from Zaynab and Nawár, iii. 239.
My patience failed me when my lover went, viii. 259.
My patience fails me and grows anxiety, viii. 14.
My prickle is big and the little one said, iii. 302.
My Salám to the Fawn in the garments concealed, iv. 50.
My sin to thee is great, iv. 109.
My sister said, as saw she how I stood, iii. 109.
My sleeplessness would show I love to bide on wake, iii. 195.
My soul and my folk I engage for the youth, vii. 111.
My soul for loss of lover sped I sight, viii. 67.
My soul be sacrifice for one, whose going, iii. 292.
My soul thy sacrifice! I chose thee out, iii. 303.
My soul to him who smiled back my salute, iii. 168.
My tale, indeed, is tale unlief, iv. 265.
My tears thus flowing rival with my wine, iii. 169.
My tribe have slain that brother mine, Umaym, iv. 110.
My wish, mine illness, mine unease! by Allah, own, viii. 68.
My wrongs hide I, withal they show to sight, viii. 260.
My yearning for thee though long is fresh, iv. 211.
Naught came to salute me in sleep save his shade, vii. 111.
Naught garred me weep save where and when of severance spake he, viii.
63.
Nears my parting fro’ my love, nigher draws the severance-day, viii.
308.
Need drives a man into devious roads, ii. 14.
Needs must I bear the term by Fate decreed, ii. 41.
Ne’er cease thy gate be Ka’abah to mankind, iv. 148.
Ne’er dawn the severance-day on any wise, viii. 49.
Ne’er incline thee to part, ii. 105.
Ne’er was a man with beard grown overlong, viii. 298.
News my wife wots is not a locket in a box!, i. 311.
News of my love fill all the land, I swear, iii. 287.
No breeze of Union to the lover blows, viii. 239.
No! I declare by Him to whom all bow, v. 152.
No longer beguile me, iii. 137.
“No ring-dove moans from home on branch in morning light,” ii. 152.
None but the good a secret keep And good men keep it unrevealed, i. 87.
None but the men of worth a secret keep, iii. 289.
None keepeth a secret but a faithful person, iv. 233.
None other charms but thine shall greet mine eyes, i. 156.
None wotteth best joyance but generous youth, v. 67.
Not with his must I’m drunk, but verily, v. 158.
Now an, by Allah, unto man were fully known, iii. 128.
Now, an of woman ask ye, I reply, iii. 214.
Now blame him not; for blame brings only vice and pain, ii. 297.
Now, by my life, brown hue hath point of comeliness, iv. 258.
Now, by thy life, and wert thou just my life thou hadst not ta’en, i.
182.
Now, by your love! your love I’ll ne’er forget, viii. 315.
Now I indeed will hide desire and all repine, v. 267.
Now is my dread to incur reproaches, which, iii. 59.
Now love hast banished all that bred delight, iii. 259.
Now with their says and said no more vex me the chiding race, iv. 207.
O Adornment of beauties to thee write I, vii. 176.
O beauty’s Union! love for thee’s my creed, iii. 303.
O best of race to whom gave Hawwá boon of birth, v. 139.
O bibber of liquor, art not ashamed, v. 224.
O breeze that blowest from the land Irak, viii. 103.
O child of Adam let not hope make mock and flyte at thee, vi. 116.
O culver of the copse, with salams I greet, v. 49.
O day of joys to either lover fain!, v. 63.
O dwelling of my friends, say is there no return, viii. 319.
O fair ones forth ye cast my faithful love, ix. 300.
O fertile root and noble growth of trunk, ii. 43.
O fisherman no care hast thou to fear, v. 51.
O flier from thy home when foes affright!, v. 290.
O friends of me one favour more I pray, v. 125.
O glad news bearer well come!, ii. 326.
O hail to him whose locks his cheeks o’ershade, x. 58.
O Hayát al-Nufús be gen’rous and incline, vii. 217.
O heart, an lover false thee, shun the parting bane, viii. 94.
O heart! be not thy love confined to one, iii. 232.
O hope of me! pursue me not with rigour and disdain, iii. 28.
O joy of Hell and Heaven! whose tormentry, iii. 19.
O Keener, O sweetheart, thou fallest not short, i. 311.
O Kings of beauty, grace to prisoner ta’en, viii. 96.
O Lord, by the Five Shaykhs, I pray deliver me, vii. 226.
O Lord, how many a grief from me hast driven, v. 270.
O Lord, my foes are fain to slay me in despight, viii. 117.
O Lords of me, who fared but whom my heart e’er followeth, iv. 239.
O Love, thou’rt instant in thy cruellest guise, iv. 204.
O lover thou bringest to thought a tide, v. 50.
O Maryam of beauty return for these eyne, viii. 321.
O Miriam thy chiding I pray, forego, ix. 8.
O moon for ever set this earth below, iii. 323.
O Moslem! thou whose guide is Alcoràn, iv. 173.
O most noble of men in this time and stound, iv. 20.
O my censor who wakest amorn to see, viii. 343.
O my friend, an I rendered my life, my sprite, ix. 214.
O my friend! reft of rest no repose I command, ii. 35.
O my friends, have ye seen or have ye heard, vi. 174.
O my heart’s desire, grows my misery, vii. 248.
O my Lord, well I weet thy puissant hand, vi. 97.
O Night of Union, Time’s virginal prize, viii. 328.
O my lords, shall he to your minds occur, ix. 299.
O Night here I stay! I want no morning light, iv. 144.
O passing Fair I have none else but thee, vii. 365.
O pearl-set mouth of friend, iv. 231.
O pearly mouth of friend, who set those pretty pearls in line, iv. 231.
O Rose, thou rare of charms that dost contain, viii. 275.
O sire, be not deceived by worldly joys, v. 114.
O son of mine uncle! same sorrow I bear, iii. 61.
O spare me, thou Ghazban, indeed enow for me, ii. 126.
O Spring-camp have ruth on mine overthrowing, viii. 240.
O thou Badi’a ’l-Jamál, show thou some clemency, vii. 368.
O thou of generous seed and true nobility, vi. 252.
O thou sheeniest Sun who in night dost shine, viii. 215.
O Thou, the One, whose grace doth all the world embrace, v. 272.
O thou tomb! O thou tomb! be his horrors set in blight?, i. 76.
O thou to whom sad trembling wights in fear complain!, iii. 317.
O thou who barest leg-calf better to suggest, ii. 327.
O thou who claimest to be prey of love and ecstasy, vii. 220.
O thou who deignest come at sorest syne, iii. 78.
O thou who dost comprise all Beauty’s boons!, vii. 107.
O thou who dyest hoariness with black, viii. 295.
O Thou who fearest Fate, i. 56.
O thou who for thy wakeful nights wouldst claim my love to boon, iii.
26.
O thou who givest to royal state sweet savour, ii. 3.
O thou who gladdenest man by speech and rarest quality, ix. 322.
O thou who seekest innocence to ’guile, iii. 137.
O thou who seekest parting, safely fare!, ii. 319.
O thou who seekest separation, act leisurely, iv. 200.
O thou who seekest severance, i. 118.
O thou who shamest sun in morning sheen, viii. 35.
O thou who shunnest him thy love misled!, viii. 259.
O thou who wooest Severance, easy fare!, iii. 278.
O thou who woo’st a world unworthy learn, iii. 319.
O thou whose boons to me are more than one, iii. 317.
O thou whose favours have been out of compt, iii. 137.
O thou whose forehead, like the radiant East, i. 210.
O to whom I gave soul which thou torturest, iv. 19.
O to whom now of my desire complaining sore shall I, v. 44.
O toiler through the glooms of night in peril and in pain, i. 38.
O turtle dove, like me art thou distraught?, v. 47.
O waftings of musk from the Babel-land!, ix. 195.
O who didst win my love in other date, v. 63.
O who hast quitted these abodes and faredst lief and light, viii. 59.
O who passest this doorway, by Allah, see, viii. 236.
O who praisest Time with the fairest appraise, ix. 296.
O who shamest the Moon and the sunny glow, vii. 248.
O who suest Union, ne’er hope such delight, viii. 257.
O whose heart by our beauty is captive ta’en, v. 36.
O Wish of wistful men, for Thee I yearn, v. 269.
O ye that can aid me, a wretched lover, ii. 30.
O ye who fled and left my heart in pain low li’en, iii. 285.
O ye who with my vitals fled, have ruth, viii. 258.
O you whose mole on cheek enthroned recalls, i. 251.
O Zephyr of Morn, an thou pass where the dear ones dwell, viii. 120.
O Zephyr of Najd, when from Najd thou blow, vii. 115.
Of dust was I created, and man did I become, v. 237.
Of evil thing the folk suspect us twain, iii. 305.
Of my sight I am jealous for thee, of me, ix. 248.
Of Time and what befel me I complain, viii. 219.
Of wit and wisdom is Maymúnah bare, i. 57.
Oft hath a tender bough made lute for maid, v. 244.
Oft hunchback added to his bunchy back, viii. 297.
Oft times mischance shall straiten noble breast, viii. 117.
Oft when thy case shows knotty and tangled skein, vi. 71.
Oh a valiant race are the sons of Nu’umán, iii. 80.
Oh soul of me, an thou accept my rede, ii. 210.
Oh ye gone from the gaze of these lidded eyne, ii. 139.
Old hag, of high degree in filthy life, v. 96.
On earth’s surface we lived in rare ease and joy, vii. 123.
On her fair bosom caskets twain I scanned, i. 156.
On me and with me bides thy volunty, viii. 129.
On Sun and Moon of palace cast thy sight, i. 85.
On the brow of the World is a writ; an thereon thou look, ix. 297.
On the fifth day at even-tide they went away from me, ii. 10.
On the fifth day I quitted all my friends for evermore, ii. 10.
On the glancing racer outracing glance, ii. 273.
On the shaded woody island His showers Allah deign, x. 40.
On these which once were chicks, iv. 235.
One, I wish him in belt a thousand horns, v. 129.
One craved my love and I gave all he craved of me, iii. 210.
One wrote upon her cheek with musk, his name was Ja’afar hight, iv.
292.
Open the door! the leach now draweth near, v. 284.
Oppression ambusheth in sprite of man, ix. 343.
Our aim is only converse to enjoy, iv. 54.
Our Fort is Tor, and flames the fire of fight, ii. 242.
Our life to thee, O cup-boy Beauty-dight!, iii. 169.
Our trysting-time is all too short, iii. 167.
Pardon my fault, for ’tis the wise man’s wont, i. 126.
Pardon the sinful ways I did pursue, ii. 38.
Part not from one whose wont is not to part from you, iii. 295.
Parting ran up to part from lover twain, iii. 209.
Pass round the cup to the old and the young man, too, viii. 278.
Pass o’er my fault, for ’tis the wise man’s wont, viii. 327.
Patience hath fled, but passion fareth not, v. 358.
Patience with sweet and with bitter Fate!, viii. 146.
Patient I seemed, yet Patience shown by me, vii. 96.
Patient, O Allah! to Thy destiny I bow, iii. 328.
Pause ye and see his sorry state since when ye fain withdrew, viii. 66.
Peace be to her who visits me in sleeping phantasy, viii. 241.
Peace be to you from lover’s wasted love, vii. 368.
Peace be with you, sans you naught compensateth me, viii. 320.
Perfect were lover’s qualities in him was brought amorn, viii. 255.
Pink cheeks and eyes enpupil’d black have dealt me sore despight, viii.
69.
Pleaseth me more the fig than every fruit, viii. 269.
Pleaseth me yon Hazár of mocking strain, v. 48.
Pleasure and health, good cheer, good appetite, ii. 102.
Ply me and also my mate be plied, viii. 203.
Poverty dims the sheen of man whate’er his wealth has been, i. 272.
Pray’ee grant me some words from your lips, belike, iii. 274.
Pray, tell me what hath Fate to do betwixt us twain?, v. 128.
Preserve thy hoary hairs from soil and stain, iv. 43.
Prove how love can degrade, v. 134.
Quince every taste conjoins; in her are found, i. 158.
Quoth I to a comrade one day, viii. 289.
Quoth our Imam Abu Nowas, who was, v. 157.
Quoth she (for I to lie with her forbare), iii. 303.
Quoth she, “I see thee dye thy hoariness,” iv. 194.
Quoth she to me,—and sore enraged, viii. 293.
Quoth she to me—I see thou dy’st thy hoariness, viii. 295.
Quoth they and I had trained my taste thereto, viii. 269.
Quoth they, Black letters on his cheek are writ!, iv. 196.
Quoth they, Maybe that Patience lend thee ease!, iii. 178.
Quoth they, Thou rav’st on him thou lov’st, iii. 258.
Quoth they, “Thou’rt surely raving mad for her thou lov’st,” viii. 326.
Racked is my heart by parting fro’ my friends, i. 150.
Rain showers of torrent tears, O Eyne, and see, viii. 250.
Rebel against women and so shalt thou serve Allah the more, iii. 214.
Red fruits that fill the hand, and shine with sheen, viii. 271.
Rely not on women: Trust not to their hearts, i. 13.
Reserve is a jewel, Silence safety is, i. 208.
Restore my heart as ’twas within my breast, viii. 37.
Right near at hand, Umaymah mine!, v. 75.
Robe thee, O House, in richest raiment Time, viii. 206.
Roll up thy days and they shall easy roll, iv. 220.
Rosy red Wady hot with summer-glow, ix. 6.
Round with big and little, the bowl and cup, ii. 29.
Said I to slim-waist who the wine engraced, viii. 307.
Salam from graces treasured by my Lord, iii. 273.
Salams fro’ me to friends in every stead, iii. 256.
Say, cans’t not come to us one momentling, iv. 43.
Say, doth heart of my fair incline to him, v. 127.
Say him who careless sleeps what while the shaft of Fortune flies, i.
68.
Say me, on Allah’s path has death not dealt to me, iv. 247.
Say me, will Union after parting e’er return to be, viii. 320.
Say then to skin “Be soft,” to face “Be fair,” i. 252.
Say thou to the she-gazelle, who’s no gazelle, v. 130.
Say to angry lover who turns away, v. 131.
Say to the charmer in the dove-hued veil, i. 280.
Say to the fair in the wroughten veil, viii. 291.
Say to the pretty one in veil of blue, iv. 264.
Say what shall solace one who hath nor home nor stable stead, ii. 124.
Say, will to me and you the Ruthful union show, viii. 323.
Scented with sandal and musk, right proudly doth she go, v. 192.
Seeing thy looks wots she what thou desir’st, v. 226.
Seest not how the hosts of the Rose display, viii. 276.
Seest not that Almond plucked by hand, viii. 270.
Seest not that musk, the nut-brown musk, e’er claims the highest price,
iv. 253.
Seest not that pearls are prized for milky hue, iv. 250.
Seest not that rosery where Rose a-flowering displays, viii. 275.
Seest not the bazar with its fruit in rows, iii. 302.
Seest not the Lemon when it taketh form, viii. 272.
Seest not we want for joy four things all told, i. 86.
Semblance of full-moon Heaven bore, v. 192.
Severance-grief nighmost, Union done to death, iv. 223.
Shall I be consoled when Love hath mastered the secret of me, viii.
261.
Shall man experience-lectured ever care, vii. 144.
Shall the beautiful hue of the Basil fail, i. 19.
Shall the world oppress me when thou art in’t, ii. 18.
Shall we e’er be united after severance-tide, viii. 322.
Shamed is the bough of Bán by pace of her, viii. 223.
She bade me farewell on our parting day, ii. 35.
She beamed on my sight with a wondrous glance, ii. 87.
She came apparelled in an azure vest, i. 218.
She came apparelled in a vest of blue, viii. 280.
She came out to gaze on the bridal at ease, v. 149.
She came thick veiled, and cried I, O display, viii. 280.
She comes apparelled in an azure vest, x. 58.
She comes like fullest moon on happy night, i. 218; x. 59.
She cried while played in her side Desire, ix. 197.
She dispread the locks from her head one night, iii. 226.
She drew near whenas death was departing us, v. 71.
She gives her woman’s hand a force that fails the hand of me, iii. 176.
She hath eyes whose babes wi’ their fingers sign, viii. 166.
She hath those hips conjoined by thread of waist, iii. 226.
She hath wrists which, did her bangles not contain, iii. 226.
She is a sun which towereth high asky, iii. 163.
She joineth charms were never seen conjoined in mortal dress, vii. 104.
She lords it o’er our hearts in grass-green gown, ii. 318.
She prayeth; the Lord of grace her prayer obeyed, v. 273.
She proffered me a tender coynte, iii. 304.
She rose like the morn as she shone through the night, i. 11.
She saith sore hurt in sense the most acute, iii. 303.
She shineth forth a moon, and bends a willow-wand, iv. 50.
She shone out in the garden in garments all of green, v. 346.
She shot my heart with shaft, then turned on heel, vii. 141.
She sits it in lap like a mother fond, ix. 191.
She ’spied the moon of Heaven reminding me, iv. 51.
She split my casque of courage with eye-swords that sorely smite, iii.
179.
She spread three tresses of unplaited hair, iv. 51.
She wears a pair of ringlets long let down, v. 240.
She who my all of love by love of her hath won, viii. 254.
Shoulder thy tray and go straight to thy goal, i. 278.
Showed me Sir Such-an-one a sight, and what a sight!, iv. 193.
Silent I woned and never owned my love, v. 151.
Silky her skin and silk that zonèd waist, iii. 163.
Since my toper-friend in my hand hath given, iv. 20.
Since none will lend my love a helping hand, vii. 225.
Since our Imam came forth from medicine, v. 154.
Sleep fled me, by my side wake ever shows, viii. 68.
Slept in mine arms full moon of brightest blee, x. 39.
Slim-waist and boyish wits delight, v. 161.
Slim-waist craved wine from her companeer, viii. 307.
Slim-waisted loveling, from his hair and brow, viii. 299.
Slim-waisted loveling, jetty hair encrowned, i. 116.
Slim-waisted one whose looks with down of cheek, v. 158.
Slim-waisted one, whose taste is sweetest sweet, v. 241.
Sojourn of stranger, in whatever land, vii. 175.
Sought me this heart’s dear love at gloom of night, vii. 253.
Source of mine evils, truly, she alone’s, iii. 165.
Sow kindness-seed in the unfittest stead, iii. 136.
Stand by and see the derring-do which I to-day will show, iii. 107.
Stand by the ruined home and ask of us, iii. 328.
Stand thou and hear what fell to me, viii. 228.
Stand thou by the homes and hail the lords of the ruined stead, ii.
181.
Stay! grant one parting look before we part, ii. 15.
Steer ye your steps to none but me, v. 65.
Still cleaves to this homestead mine ecstasy, viii. 243.
Stint ye this blame, viii. 254.
Straitenèd bosom; reveries dispread, iii. 182.
Strange is my story, passing prodigy, iv. 139.
Strange is the charm which dights her brows like Luna’s disk that
shine, ii. 3.
Strive he to cure his case, to hide the truth, ii. 320.
Such is the world, so bear a patient heart, i. 183.
Suffer mine eye-babes weep lost of love and tears express, viii. 112.
Suffice thee death such marvels can enhance, iii. 56.
Sun riseth sheen from her brilliant brow, vii. 246.
Sweetest of nights the world can show to me, ii. 318.
Sweetheart! How long must I await by so long suffering tried?, ii. 178.
Sweetly discourses she on Persian string, viii. 166.
Take all things easy; for all worldly things, iv. 220.
Take thy life and fly whenas evils threat; let the ruined house tell
its owner’s fate, i. 109.
Take, O my lord to thee the Rose, viii. 275.
Take patience which breeds good if patience thou can learn, iv. 221.
Take warning, O proud, iv. 118.
Tear-drops have chafed mine eyelids and rail down in wondrous wise, v.
53.
Tell her who turneth from our love to work it injury sore, i. 181.