Ah fading joy! how quickly art thou past! 280 Ah! Freedom is a noble thing...
Ah! Sun flower! weary of time..
Ah, what avails the sceptered race.
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight... 535
Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb.. 441
Alas! for Peter, not a helping hand.... 454
Allan-a-Dale has no faggots for burning.. 500
All human things are subject to decay...
All in the Downs the fleet was moored..
All joys are there in that countrie....
All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their
lair....
Blessed be simple life, withouten dreid.
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!..
Break, break, break. . .
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art..
Brittle beauty, that nature made so frail..
But do not let us quarrel any more.
But though true worth and virtue, etc.
But welaway! so is my hearté woe.
By the blue taper's trembling light.
Behold her, single in the field. . .
Be it right or wrong, these men among.
Be merry, man! and tak not sair in mind..
Beowulf said to them, etc..
All the flowers of the spring..