No More Learning
From the dull
confines
of the drooping West, II.
Robert Herrick
151.
Fortune did never favour one, I.
240.
Fortune no higher project can devise, I.
246.
Fortune's a blind profuser of her own, II.
45.
Fresh strewings allow, II.
69.
Frolic virgins once these were, I.
190.
From me my Sylvia ran away, II.
109.
From noise of scare-fires rest ye free, I.
151.
From the dull
confines
of the drooping West, II.
150.
From the temple to your home, II.
21.
From this bleeding hand of mine, I.
108.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, I.
102.
Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn, I.
82.
Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known, II.
116.
Give if thou canst an alms; if not, afford, II.
193.
Give me a cell, II.
73.
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