To print our poems, the
propulsive
cause, I.
Robert Herrick
222.
To his book's end this last line he'd have placed, II. 165.
To house the hag, you must do this, II. 104.
To join with them who here confer, II. 255.
To me my Julia lately sent, I. 14.
To-morrow, Julia, I betimes must rise, I. 127.
To mortal men great loads allotted be, II. 51.
To my revenge, and to her desperate fears, I. 107.
To print our poems, the propulsive cause, I. 211.
To read my book the virgin shy, I. 5.
To safeguard man from wrongs, there nothing must, I. 81.
To seek of God more than we well can find, II. 192.
To sup with thee thou did'st me home invite, II. 78.
To this white temple of my heroes, here, I. 232.
To work a wonder, God would have her shown, II. 231.
Touch but thy lyre, my Harry, and I hear, II. 94.
To his book's end this last line he'd have placed, II. 165.
To house the hag, you must do this, II. 104.
To join with them who here confer, II. 255.
To me my Julia lately sent, I. 14.
To-morrow, Julia, I betimes must rise, I. 127.
To mortal men great loads allotted be, II. 51.
To my revenge, and to her desperate fears, I. 107.
To print our poems, the propulsive cause, I. 211.
To read my book the virgin shy, I. 5.
To safeguard man from wrongs, there nothing must, I. 81.
To seek of God more than we well can find, II. 192.
To sup with thee thou did'st me home invite, II. 78.
To this white temple of my heroes, here, I. 232.
To work a wonder, God would have her shown, II. 231.
Touch but thy lyre, my Harry, and I hear, II. 94.
