[The Poems to which no mark is prefixed are arranged above (pp. xliv.
xlix) in Class I., i. e. poems which are given to Raleigh with some shew
of probability; those which are marked by an asterisk are arranged in
Class II (pp. xlix-li) i. e. poems for which no direct evidence has been
found, either to substantiate or to refute his claim; those which are marked
by an obelus are arranged in Class III (pp. li-liv) i. e. poems which cer-
tainly belong to other writers.-The "Nos" appended to each line refer
to the detailed list of Raleigh's reputed poems.-Those lines which are printed
in Italics belong to poems which are only quoted or mentioned, but not
reprinted, in this volume.]

As at noon Dulcina rested (No. xxv. See pp. xxviii-ix.)
As you came from the holy land (No. xxxv)....
Calling to mind, my eyes went long about (No. xxxii. See also pp.
xxix, xxxv-xxxvi.).

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122

xlvi

• Come live with me and be my dear (No. xiii. Ignoto in E. H. See pp.
xxxi, xxxiii, n. 126, n.)

Conceit, begotten by the eyes (No. xl.)

118

Coridon, arise my Coridon (No. v.

Ignoto in E. H. See p. xxxi.).

Court's commender, State's maintainer (No. xxxvii. See p. 96.)

+ Court's scorn, State's disgracing (No. xxxvi. See p. 95.).
Cowards [may] fear to die; but Courage stout (No. iii.)
Even such is Time, that takes on trust (No. vi.)...

74

75

Fain would I, but I dare not (No. xxxiv. See p. 121, n.)....
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet (No. xxvii.)..

106

Go, Soul, the Body's guest (No. xxviii. See also pp. xxix, n. lxx-lxxii.) 99
Had Lucan hid the truth to please the time (No. xlii. See also p.
xlv, n.)....

xxxviii

Here lies Hobinoll, our pastor while ere (No. xxxviii. See p. 122, n.)
Her face, her tongue, her wit, &c. (No. xxix. See also p. xxxv, n.) xlvii

This Index is confined to the forty-four poems enumerated in the list
given in the Introduction. For some additional fragments by Raleigh, see
pp. xl, note, and xli.-Three other poems in this volume have been assigned
to him, but incorrectly. See pp. 46, 69, 111.-For other cases of the same
kind, see pp. xxxvi, note, xxxvii, note, and xxxix.

• Hey, down a down, did Dian sing (No. ix. Ignoto in E. H. See p.
xxxi.)

If all the World and Love were young (No. xii.

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See also p. 136).. 128

+ If Love be life, I long to die (No. ii. By A. W. See p. xxx.)....
• In Peascod time, when hound to horn (No. vii. Ignoto in E. H. See
p. xxxi.)...

+ Like desert woods, with darksome shades obscured (No. xvii. Probably
by Lodge, but ascribed also to Dyer. See pp. xxx, lii, n.)

Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expired (No. xxx. See also p.
xxxv, n.)...

xlviii

Man's Life's a Tragedy: his Mother's womb (No. viii. Ignoto in
R. W.)....

82

Many desire, but few or none deserve (No. xxxi. See also p. xxxv, n.) xlviii
Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay (No. xxi.)

116

+ My wanton Muse, that whilome wont to sing (No. xiv. By A. W.
See also p. xxx.)

lii

Now have I learnt, with much ado, at last (No. xxiv. By A. W. See
p. xxx.)

Passions are likened best to floods and streams (No. xx.).

132

Prais'd be Diana's fair and harmless light (No. xix. See also pp.
1, n. 125, n.)

xxviii

• Quivering Fears, heart-tearing Cares (No. i. Ignoto in R. W.).... 57
• Rise, oh my Soul, with thy desires to Heaven (No. xi. Ignoto in
R. W.)

• Shall I like a hermit dwell (No. xxvi. See p. xxix.).

72

• Shepherd, what's Love, I pray thee tell (No. x. See pp. xxvii, 1, n.
125, n. and 136.).

Sweet violets, Love's Paradise, that spread (No. xv. Ignoto in E.
H. See also p. xxxi.)...

Sweet were the sance would please each kind of taste (No. xvi. See
also pp. xxvi-vii.).

+ The frozen snake, oppress'd with heaped snow (No. xxiii. By A. W.
See p. xxx.)

+ The fairest pearls that Northern seas do breed (No. xviii. By A. W.
See p. xxx.)

The praise of meaner wits this work like profit brings (No. xxii. See
also p. 116.)..

xlv

The word of denial, and the letter of fifty (No. xxxix. See also p.
xxxv, n.)

Three things there be, that prosper all apace (No. xliv.)

......

......

To praise thy life, or wail thy worthy death (No. xli. See extracts on
pp. xxxvii-viii.)..........

xlix

xlix

+ Water thy plants with Grace divine,&c. (No. xxxiii. See also p. lxxiii.) 114
What is our Life? the play of passion (No. xliii.)

81

Whilst my Soul's eye beheld no Light (N°. iv. Ignoto in R. W.). 61

Other copies (in Phœnix Nest, 1593, and Davison) begin, "Now what
is Love, I pray thee tell"-.

Dum puer es, vanæ nescisque incommoda vocis (Hoskins)

84

Eternal Mover, whose diffused glory (Wotton)

46

Eternal Time, that wastest without waste (A. W.)....

xlii

Farewell, ye gilded follies, pleasing troubles (Uncertain. See also p. 135.) 111

Go! bid the world, with all its trash, farewell (Breton).

98

Go! Echo of the mind (Unknown)..

93

He first deceas'd: she for a little tried (Wotton. See also p. 136.).

44

Here lies the man was born and cried (Hoskins)

9

1

How happy is he born and taught (Wotton)....

29

If breath were made for every man to buy (Unknown)

83

If life be time that here is lent (Hoskins)..

In vain I live, such sorrow lives in me (A. W.)...

9

xlii

It is not I that die, &c. (Ascribed to Sidney)

My prime of Youth is but a frost of cares (Tychbourne).
My Soul, exalt the Lord with hymns of praise (Wotton)
Noble, lovely, virtuous creature (Wotton and Hoskins)..
O faithless World, and thy most faithless part (Wotton).
Of many now that sound with hope's consort (Gorges).
O Thou great Power! in Whom I move (Wotton)
Rouse up thyself, my gentle Muse (Wotton).
Silence (in truth) would speak my sorrow best (Wotton).
Sweet Benjamin, since thou art young (Hoskins).
The World's a bubble, and the life of man (Lord Bacon).
The worst is told, the best is hid (Hoskins)....

Ixix

69

37

10

4

xxxix

51

24

41

85

78

S

Thy flower of youth is with a north wind blasted (Unknown)
Untimely Fever, rude insulting guest (Wotton).

68

16

Who would have thought there could have been (Dr. Brooke).
Wotton, the country and the country swain (Bastard)
You meaner Beauties of the night (Wotton. See also p. 135).
You that on stars do look (Wotton).

+ Another copy begins, "This day dame Nature seem'd in love"-.

65

xi

14

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