I am he who is known on the day of fight, vi. 262. 
I am distraught, yet verily, i. 138. 
I am going, O mammy, to fill up my pot, i.311. 
I am not lost to prudence, but indeed, ii. 98. 
I am taken:  my heart burns with living flame, viii. 225. 
I am the wone where mirth shall ever smile, i. 175. 
I am when friend would raise a rage that mote, iv. 109. 
I and my love in union were unite, viii. 247. 
I ask of you from every rising sun, i. 238. 
I asked of Bounty, “Art thou free?” v. 93. 
I asked the author of mine ills, ii. 60. 
I bade adieu, my right hand wiped my tears away, ii. 113. 
I attained by my wits, x. 44. 
I bear a hurt heart, who will sell me for this, vii. 115. 
I call to mind the parting day that rent our loves in twain,
viii. 125. 
I can’t forget him, since he rose and showed with fair design,
ix. 253. 
I ceased not to kiss that cheek with budding roses dight,viii.
329. 
I clips his form and wax’d drunk with his scent, ii. 292. 
I came to my dear friend’s door, of my hopes the goal, v. 58. 
I craved of her a kiss one day, but soon as she beheld, iv. 192. 
I cried, as the camels went off with them viii. 63. 
I’d win good will of everyone, but whoso envies me, ix. 342. 
I deemed my brethren mail of strongest steel, i. 108. 
I deemed you coat-o’-mail that should withstand, i. 108. 
I die my death, but He alone is great who dieth not, ii. 9. 
I drank the sin till my reason fled, v. 224
I drink, but the draught of his glance, not wine, i. 100. 
I drooped my glance when seen thee on the way, iii. 331. 
I dyed what years have dyed, but this my staining, v. 164. 
I embrace him, yet after him yearns my soul, ix. 242. 
I ever ask for news of you from whatso breezes pass, viii. 53. 
I feed eyes on their stead by the valley’s side, iii. 234
I fix my glance on her, whene’er she wends, viii. 158. 
I fly the carper’s injury, ii. 183. 
I gave her brave old wine that like her cheeks blushed red, i.
89. 
I had a heart and with it lived my life, v. 131. 
I have a friend with a beard, viii. 298. 
I have a friend who hath a beard, iv. 194. 
I have a friend, whose form is fixed within mine eyes, iv. 246. 
I have a froward yard of temper ill, viii. 293. 
I have a lover and when drawing him, iv. 247. 
I have a sorrel steed, whose pride is fain to bear the rein, ii.
225. 
I have borne for thy love what never bore iii. 183. 
I have fared content in my solitude, iii. 152. 
I have no words though folk would have me talk, ix. 276
I have won my wish and my need have scored, vii. 59. 
I have wronged mankind, and have ranged like wind, iii. 74. 
I have a yard that sleeps in base and shameful way, viii. 293. 
I have sorrowed on account of our disunion, viii. 128. 
I heard a ring-dove chanting plaintively v.47. 
I hid what I endured of him and yet it came to light,