She got him up upon her back, She was dead herself ere evensong time. God send every gentleman, Down a down! Such hawks, such hounds, and such a leman With a down! (1611) 1147. WEEP YOU NO MORE, SAD FOUNTAINS WEEP you no more, sad fountains ; What need you flow so fast? 1148. Sleep is a reconciling, A rest that peace begets; Sleeping. WHEN MOLLY SMILES WHEN Molly smiles beneath her cow, What can I do? on worky days Good master curate, teach me how 1149. THE FAITHLESS LOVER WHILE that the sun with his beams hot In the shadow of a green oak tree, (1603) (1732) So long as I was in your sight I was your heart, your soul, your treasure; Adieu, Love, &c. Another shepherd you did see To whom your heart was soon enchainèd ; Soon came a third your love to win, Sure you have me passing glad That you your mind so soon removed To choose you for my best beloved: For all my love was passed and done (1589) 1150. THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY YE Highlands, and ye Lawlands, Oh, where have you been? They have slain the Earl of Murray, And they laid him on the green. Now wae to thee, Huntley, And wherefore did you sae ? I bade you bring him wi' you, But forbad you him to slay. He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring; Oh, he might have been a King ! He was a braw gallant, And he play'd at the ba'; And he play'd at the glove; Look o'er the Castle Down, Ere she see the Earl of Murray Come sounding through the town! (HERD'S Scots Songs: 1769) A little learning is a dangerous thing. A man he was to all the country dear A man so various that he seemed to be A mist was driving down the British Channel A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was A robin redbreast in a cage A sight in camp in the daybreak grey and dim. A sweet attractive kind of grace A sweet disorder in the dress A thing of beauty is a joy for ever A weary lot is thine, fair maid . A wet sheet and a flowing sea Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase) Absence, hear thou my protestation Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appeared PAGE Campbell 76 Herrick Brown 219 31 Spenser 463 Chaucer 92 Hawker 211 Chaucer 92 Coleridge 102 Darley 143 Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever Ah, Chloris! that I now could sit Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh Kingsley 264 All along the valley, stream that flashest white. All our praises why should Lords engross All the flowers of the spring All the world's a stage All thoughts, all passions, all delights Amarantha, sweet and fair Amid the loud ebriety of war An thou wert my ain thing And did those feet in ancient time And quickly arms him for the field And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) And were they not the happy days And what if cheerful shouts, at noon And wilt thou leave me thus Around the child bend all the three Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers As I laye a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge As it fell upon a day As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed As through the land at eve we went Tennyson Turner 506 At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones. Balow, my babe! lie still and sleep Clough 97 Beat! beat! drums!-Blow! bugles! blow Before my face the picture hangs Before the urchin well could go. Southwell 461 Egremont 560 Southwell 461 Behold her, single in the field Behold the sun, that seemed but now PAGE Wordsworth 542 Wither 536 Moore 338 Believe me, if all those endearing young charms Beneath an Indian palm a girl Beside the ungathered rice he lay Bid me to live, and I will live Bird of the wilderness Breathes there the man, with soul so dead But ah, though peace indeed is here. But are you sure the news is true But in the interval here the boiling, pent-up water But then the thrushes sang But vain the sword and vain the bow But who is He, with modest looks Call for the robin-red breast and the wren Cheer up, my mates, the wind does fairly blow Chloris, yourself you so excel Cold on Canadian hills or Minden's plain Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain. Come, all ye feathery people of mid air Come back, come back, across the flying foam Come, dear children, let us away Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height E. B. Browning 32 Blake 24 Wordsworth 543 Arnold 3 Mayne 322 Webster 522 Hemans 212 Arnold 3 Spenser 463 Sir J. Beaumont 21 Shakespeare 427 Daniel 142 Lovelace 292 B. W. Procter 383 98 4 Tennyson 477 Cowper 124 |