First-Line Index to DD

C. A. Patrides, ed., The Complete English Poems of John Donne (1985)

Compiled February 2014 by Danielle Lake

with assistance from Tracy McLawhorn

In left-to-right order, each item listed below is identified by (a) its Donne Variorum short form (nc = noncanonical), (b) its location in the artifact (by page nos.), and (c) diplomatic transcriptions of its heading (HE) and first line. Generic section headings appear as given in the volume.

This index last corrected 2-26-14.

Flea pp. 47-48 HE   The Flea.
Marke but this flea, and marke in this,
GoodM pp. 48-49 HE   The good-morrow.
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
SGo pp. 50-51 HE   Song.
Goe, and catche a falling starre,
WomCon p. 51 HE   Womans constancy.
Now thou hast lov’d me one whole day,
Under pp. 52-53 HE   The undertaking.
I have done one braver thing
SunRis pp. 53-54 HE   The Sunne Rising.
Busie old foole, unruly Sunne,
Ind pp. 54-55 HE   The Indifferent.
I can love both faire and browne,
LovUsury pp. 56-57 HE   Loves Usury.
For every houre that thou wilt spare mee now,
Canon pp. 57-59 HE   The Canonization.
For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Triple pp. 59-60 HE   The triple Foole.
I am two fooles, I know,
LovInf pp. 60-61 HE   Lovers infinitenesse.
If yet I have not all thy love,
SSweet pp. 62-63 HE   Song.
Sweetest love, I do not goe,
Leg pp. 63-64 HE   The Legacie.
When I dyed last, and, Deare, I dye
Fever pp. 64-66 HE   A Feaver.
Oh doe not die, for I shall hate
Air pp. 66-67 HE   Aire and Angels.
Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Break p. 68 HE   Breake of day.
‘Tis true, ’tis day, what though it be?
Anniv pp. 68-69 HE   The Anniversarie.
All Kings, and all their favorites,
ValName pp. 70-73 HE   A Valediction of my name, /in the window.
My name engrav’d herein,
Twick pp. 73-74 HE   Twicknam garden.
Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with teares,
ValBook pp. 75-77 HE   Valediction to his booke.
I’ll tell thee now (deare Love) what thou shalt doe
Commun p. 78 HE   Communitie.
Good wee must love, and must hate ill,
LovGrow pp. 79-80 HE   Loves growth.
I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure
LovExch pp. 80-82 HE   Loves exchange.
Love, any devill else but you,
ConfL pp. 82-83 HE   Confined Love.
Some man unworthy to be possessor
Dream pp. 83-84 HE   The Dreame.
Deare love, for nothing lesse then thee
ValWeep pp. 84-85 HE   A Valediction of weeping.
Let me powre forth
LovAlch pp. 86-87 HE   Loves Alchymie.
Some that have deeper digg’d loves Myne then I,
Curse pp. 87-88 HE   The Curse.
Who ever guesses, thinks, or dreames he knowes
Mess p. 89 HE   The Message.
Send home my long strayed eyes to mee,
Noct pp. 90-92 HE   A nocturnall upon S. Lucies day, /Being the shortest day.
Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes,
Witch p. 92 HE   Witchcraft by a picture.
I fixe mine eye on thine, and there
Bait pp. 93-94 HE   The Baite.
Come live with mee, and bee my love,
Appar pp. 94-95 HE   The Apparition.
When by thy scorne, O murdresse, I am dead,
Broken pp. 95-96 HE   The broken heart.
He is starke mad, who ever sayes,
ValMourn pp. 97-98 HE   A Valediction forbidding mourning.
As virtuous men passe mildly away,
Ecst pp. 99-102 HE   The Extasie.
Where, like a pillow on a bed,
LovDeity pp. 102-03 HE   Loves Deitie.
I long to talke with some old lovers ghost,
LovDiet pp. 103-05 HE   Loves diet.
To what a combersome unwieldinesse
Will pp. 105-07 HE   The Will.
Before I sigh my last gaspe, let me breath,
Fun pp. 107-08 HE   The Funerall.
Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harme
Blos pp. 109-10 HE   The Blossome.
Little think’st thou, poore flower,
Prim pp. 110-11 HE   The Primrose.
Upon this Primrose hill,
Relic pp. 112-13 HE   The Relique.
When my grave is broke up againe
Damp pp. 113-14 HE   The Dampe.
When I am dead, and Doctors know not why,
Dissol pp. 114-15 HE   The Dissolution.
Shee’is dead; And all which die
Jet p. 116 HE   A Jeat Ring sent.
Thou art not so black, as my heart,
NegLove p. 117 HE   Negative love.
I never stoop’d so low, as they
Prohib pp. 118-19 HE   The Prohibition.
Take heed of loving mee,
Expir p. 119 HE   The Expiration.
So, so, breake off this last lamenting kisse,
Compu p. 120 HE   The Computation.
For the first twenty yeares, since yesterday,
Para pp. 120-21 HE   The Paradox.
No Lover saith, I love, nor any other
Fare pp. 121-23 HE   Farewell to love.
Whilst yet to prove,
Lect pp. 123-24 HE   A Lecture upon the Shadow.
Stand still, and I will read to thee
Token pp. 124-25 HE   Sonnet. The Token.
Send me some tokens, that my hope may live,
SelfL pp. 125-26 HE   [Selfe Love.]
He that cannot chuse but love,
Hero p. 127 HE   Hero and Leander.
Both rob’d of aire, we both lye in one ground,
Pyr p. 127 HE   Pyramus and Thisbe.
Two, by themselves, each other, love and feare
Niobe p. 128 HE   Niobe.
By childrens births, and death, I am become
Ship p. 128 HE   A burnt ship.
Out of a fired ship, which, by no way
Wall p. 128 HE   Fall of a wall.
Under an undermin’d, and shot-bruis’d wall
Beggar p. 129 HE   A lame begger.
I am unable, yonder begger cries,
SelfAc p. 129 HE   A selfe accuser.
Your mistris, that you follow whores, still taxeth you:
Licent p. 129 HE   A licentious person.
Thy sinnes and haires may no man equall call,
Antiq p. 129 HE   Antiquary.
If in his Studie he hath so much care
Disinher p. 130 HE   Disinherited.
Thy father all from thee, by his last Will,
Phrine p. 130 HE   Phryne.
Thy flattering picture, Phryne, is like thee,
Philo p. 130 HE   An obscure writer.
Philo, with twelve yeares study, hath beene griev’d
Klock p. 130 HE   Klockius.
Klockius so deeply hath sworne, ne’r more to come
Martial p. 131 HE   Raderus.
Why this man gelded Martiall I muse
Merc p. 131 HE   Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus.
Like Esops fellow-slaves, O Mercury,
Ralph p. 132 HE   Ralphius.
Compassion in the world againe is bred:
Liar p. 132 HE   The Lier.
Thou in the fields walkst out thy supping howers,
Cales p. 132 HE   Cales and Guyana.
If you from spoyle of th’old worlds farthest end
Wing p. 133 HE   Sir John Wingefield.
Beyond th’old Pillers many have travailed
Jug p. 133 HE   The Jughler.
Thou call’st me effeminat, for I love womens joyes;
ElJeal pp. 135-36 HE   Elegie I. /Jealosie.
Fond woman, which would’st have thy husband die,
ElAnag pp. 137-39 HE   Elegie II. /The Anagram.
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for, shee
ElChange pp. 140-41 HE   Elegie III. /Change.
Although thy hand and faith, and good workes too,
ElPerf pp. 141-44 HE   Elegie IV. /The Perfume.
Once, and but once found in thy company,
ElPict pp. 144-45 HE   Elegie V. /His Picture.
Here take my Picture, though I bid farewell;
ElServe pp. 146-47 HE   Elegie VI.
Oh, let mee not serve so, as those men serve
ElNat pp. 148-49 HE   Elegie VII.
Natures lay Ideot, I taught thee to love,
ElComp pp. 149-52 HE   Elegie VIII. /The Comparison.
As the sweet sweat of Roses in a Still,
ElAut pp. 152-54 HE   Elegie IX. /The Autumnall.
No Spring, nor Summer Beauty hath such grace,
Image pp. 154-55 HE   Elegie X. /The Dreame.
Image of her whom I love, more then she,
ElBrac pp. 156-60 HE   Elegie [XI]. /The Bracelet. /Upon the losse of his Mistresses Chaine, /for which he
made satisfaction.
Not that in colour it was like thy haire,
ElPart pp.161-65 HE   Elegie [XII]. /His parting from her.
Since she must go, and I must mourn, come night,
Julia pp. 165-66 HE   Elegie [XIII]. /Julia.
Harke newes, o envy, thou shalt heare descry’d
Citizen pp. 167-69 HE   Elegie [XIV]. /A Tale of a Citizen and his Wife.
I sing no harme good sooth to any wight,
ElExpost pp. 170-72 HE   Elegie [XV]. /The Expostulation.
To make the doubt cleare, that no woman’s true,
ElFatal pp. 173-75 HE   Elegie [XVI]. /On his Mistris.
By our first strange and fatall interview,
ElVar pp. 175-78 HE   Elegie [XVII].
The heavens rejoyce in motion, why should I
ElProg pp. 179-83 HE   Elegie [XVIII]. /Loves Progress.
Who ever loves, if he do not propose
ElBed pp. 183-85 HE   Elegie [XIX]. /To his Mistress /Going to Bed.
Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defie,
ElWar pp. 186-88 HE   Elegie [XX]. /Loves Warre.
Till I have peace with thee, warr other men,
Sappho pp. 189-191 HE   [om]
Where is that holy fire, which Verse is said
EpEliz pp. 192-97 HE   An Epithalamion, Or marriage Song /on the Lady Elizabeth, and Count Palantine /being married
on St. Valentines day.
Haile Bishop Valentine, whose day this is,
Eclog pp. 197-208 HE   Ecclogue. /1613. December 26. /Allophanes finding Idios in the country in Christmas time,
/reprehends his absense from court, at the mariage of the /Earle of Sommerset, Idios gives an
account of his purpose /therein, and of his absence thence.
Allophanes. /Unseasonable man, statue of ice,
EpLin pp. 209-12 HE   Epithalamion made at Lincolnes Inne.
The Sun-beames in the East are spred,
Sat1 pp. 214-18 HE   Satyre I.
Away thou fondling modly humorist,
Sat2 pp. 219-24 HE   Satyre II.
Sire, though (I thanke God for it) I do hate
Sat3 pp. 224-29 HE   Satyre III.
Kinde pitty chokes my spleene; brave scorn forbids
Sat4 pp. 229-40 HE   Satyre IV.
Well; I may now receive, and die; My sinne
Sat5 pp. 241-44 HE   Satyre V.
Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor they
Coryat pp. 245-48 HE   Upon Mr Thomas Coryats Crudities
Oh to what heigth will love of greatnesse drive
Storm pp. 250-53 HE   The Storme. /To Mr. Christopher Brooke.
Thou which art I, (’tis nothing to be soe)
Calm pp. 254-56 HE   The Calme..
Our storme is past, and that storms tyrannous rage,
HWKiss pp. 256-59 HE   To Sir Henry Wotton.
Sir, more then kisses, letters mingle Soules;
HG pp. 260-62 HE   To Sir Henry Goodyere.
Who makes the Past, a patterne for next yeare,
RWThird pp. 262-64 HE   To Mr Rowland Woodward.
Like one who’in her third widdowhood doth professe
HWNews pp. 264-65 HE   To Sir Henry Wotton.
Here’s no more newes, then vertue, ‘I may as well
BedfReas pp. 266-67 HE   To the Countesse of Bedford.
Madame, /Reason is our Soules left hand, Faith her right,
BedfRef pp. 268-70 HE   To the Countesse of Bedford.
Madame, /You have refin’d mee, and to worthyest things
EdHerb pp. 271-72 HE   To Sir Edward Herbert. at Julyers.
Man is a lumpe, where all beasts kneaded bee,
BedfWrit pp. 273-76 HE   To the Countesse of Bedford.
T’have written then, when you writ, seem’d to mee
BedfTwi pp. 277-79 HE   To the Countesse of Bedford. /On New-yeares day.
This twilight of two yeares, not past nor next,
HuntMan pp. 280-83 HE   To the Countesse of Huntingdon.
Madame, /Man to Gods image, Eve, to mans was made,
TWHail pp. 283-84 HE   To Mr T. W.
All haile sweet Poët, more full of more strong fire,
TWHarsh p. 285 HE   To Mr T. W.
Hast thee harsh verse as fast as thy lame measure
TWPreg pp. 285-86 HE   To Mr T. W.
Pregnant again with th’old twins Hope, and Feare,
TWHence pp. 286-87 HE   To Mr T. W.
At once, from hence, my lines and I depart,
CB p. 287 HE   To Mr C. B.
Thy friend, whom thy deserts to thee enchaine,
SB p. 288 HE   To Mr S. B.
O thou which to search out the secret parts
BB pp. 289-90 HE   To Mr B. B.
Is not thy sacred hunger of science
RWSlumb pp. 290-91 HE   To Mr R. W.
If, as mine is, thy life a slumber be,
ILRoll p. 292 HE   To Mr I. L.
Of that short Roll of friends writ in my heart
ILBlest pp. 292-93 HE   To Mr I. L.
Blest are your North parts, for all this long time
ED p. 294 HE   To E. of D. with six holy Sonnets.
See Sir, how as the Suns hot Masculine flame
HWVenice pp. 294-96 HE   To Sir H. W. /at his going Ambassador to Venice.
After those reverend papers, whose soule is
MHPaper pp. 296-98 HE   To Mrs M. H.
Mad paper stay, and grudge not here to burne
BedfHon pp. 299-301 HE   To the Countesse of Bedford.
Honour is so sublime perfection,
BedfDead pp. 301-02 HE   To the Countesse of Bedford. /Begun in France but never perfected.
Though I be dead, and buried, yet I have
Carey pp. 303-06 HE   A Letter to the Lady Carey, and Mrs Essex Riche, /From Amyens.
Madame, /Here, where by all, all Saints invoked are,
Sal pp. 306-09 HE   To the Countesse of Salisbury. /August. 1614.
Faire, great, and good, since seeing you, wee see
BedfShe pp. 309-10 HE   Elegie to the Lady Bedford.
You that are she and you, that’s double shee,
HuntUn pp. 311-15 HE   To the Countesse of Huntingdon.
That unripe side of earth, that heavy clime
GHerb-trans pp. 316-17 HE   To Mr. George Herbert, /which my Seal, /of the Anchor and Christ
A sheafe of Snakes used heretofore to be
MHMary p. 317 HE   To the Lady Magdalen Herbert, of St Mary Magdalen.
Her of your name, whose fair inheritance
AltVic pp. 318-19 HE   A Letter written by Sir H. G. and J. D. /alternis vicibus
Since ev’ry Tree beginns to blossome now,
EG pp. 319-20 HE   To Mr. E. G.
Even as lame things thirst their perfection, so
RWZeal p. 320 HE   To Mr R. W.
Zealously my Muse doth salute all thee,
HWHiber p. 321 HE   Henrico Wottoni /in Hibernia belligeranti.
Went you to conquer? and have so much lost
RWEnvy p. 322 HE   To Mr R. W.
Kindly I envy thy songs perfection
RWMind p. 323 HE   To Mr R. W.
Muse not that by thy Mind thy body is led:
Praise pp. 325-27 HE   To The Praise of the Dead, and the Anatomy. /[by Joseph Hall?]
Wel dy’de the world, that we might live to see
FirAn pp. 327-45 HE   The First Anniversary. /An Anatomy of the World.
When that rich soule which to her Heaven is gone,
FunEl pp. 346-49 HE   A Funerall Elegie.
Tis lost, to trust a Tombe with such a ghest,
Harb pp. 350-51 HE   The Harbinger to the Progres. /[by Joseph Hall]
Two soules move here, and mine (a third) must move
SecAn pp. 352-71 HE   The Second Anniversary. /Of the Progres of the Soule.
Nothing could make mee sooner to confesse
Henry pp. 372-76 HE   Elegie /On the untimely Death /of the incomparable Prince, Henry.
Look to me, Faith; and look to my Faith, God:
Sorrow pp. 376-77 HE   Elegie on the L. C.
Sorrow, who to this house scarce knew the way:
Mark pp. 378-80 HE   Elegie on the Lady Marckham.
Man is the World, and death th’Ocean,+
BoulRec pp. 381-84 HE   Elegie on Mris Boulstred.
Death I recant, and say, unsaid by mee
prose (Har ltr) p. 384 HE   To the Countesse of Bedford.
Madame, /I have learned
Har pp. 385-94 HE   Obsequies to the Lord Harrington, /brother to the Lady Lucy, /Countesse of Bedford.
Faire soule, which wast, not onely, as all soules bee,
prose (Ham ltr) p. 395 HE   An hymne to the Saints, /and to Marquesse Hamylton. /To Sir Robert Carr.
Sir, /I presume you rather try
Ham   pp. 395-97 HE   [om]
Whether that soule which now comes up to you
BoulNar pp. 397-400 HE   Elegie.
Language thou art too narrow, and too weake
BedfCab pp. 400-01 HE   On himselfe.
Madame, /That I might make your Cabinet my tombe,
prose (Metem ltr) pp. 403-05 HE   Epistle
Others at the Porches
Metem  pp. 405-27 HE   The Progresse of the Soule. /First Song.
I sing the progresse of a deathlesse soule,
Cor1 pp. 429-30 HE   La Corona.
Deigne at my hands this crown of prayer and praise,
Cor2 p. 430 HE   Annunciation
Salvation to all that will is nigh,
Cor3 p. 431 HE   Nativitie.
Immensitie cloystered in thy deare wombe,
Cor4 pp. 431-32 HE   Temple.
With his kinde mother who partakes thy woe,
Cor5 p. 432 HE   Crucifying.
By miracles exceeding power of man,
Cor6 pp. 432-33 HE   Resurrection.
Moyst with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule,
Cor7 pp. 433-34 HE   Ascention.
Salute the last and everlasting day,
HSMade p. 434 HE   I
Thou hast made me, And shall thy worke decay?
HSDue p. 435 HE   II
As due by many titles I resigne
HSSighs pp. 435-36 HE   III
O might those sighes and teares returne againe
HSBlack p. 436 HE   IV
Oh my black Soule! now thou art summoned
HSLittle p. 437 HE   V
I am a little world made cunningly
HSScene pp. 437-38 HE   VI
This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint
HSRound pp. 438-39 HE   VII
At the round earths imagin’d corners, blow
HSSouls p. 439 HE   VIII
If faithfull soules be alike glorifi’d
HSMin p. 440 HE   IX
If poysonous mineralls, and if that tree,
HSDeath pp. 440-41 HE   X
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
HSSpit p. 441 HE   XI
Spit in my face you Jewes, and pierce my side,
HSWhy p. 442 HE   XII
Why are wee by all creatures waited on?
HSWhat pp. 442-43 HE   XIII
What if this present were the worlds last night?
HSBatter p. 443 HE   XIV
Batter my heart, three person’d God; for, you
HSWilt p. 444 HE   XV
Wilt thou love God, as he thee! then digest,
HSPart pp. 444-45 HE   XVI
Father, part of his double interest
HSShe pp. 445-46 HE   [XVII]
Since she whom I lov’d hath payd her last debt
HSShow p. 446 HE   [XVIII]
Show me deare Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear.
HSVex p. 447 HE   [XIX]
Oh, to vex me, contraryes meet in one: