The birds against the April wind The bush that has most briars and bitter fruit The curfew tolls the knell of parting day The daughter of a king, how should I know?. The destiny, minister general The earth goes on, the earth glittering in gold The feathered songster Chanticleer The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices The gods be your terror. The harp that once through Tara's halls. The king is full of grace and fair regard The king is kind; and well we know The king sits in Dunfermline town The king was on his throne The Lord descended from above The minstrels played their Christmas tune The muse, nae poet ever fand her The night is come like to the day The night is made for cooling shade. The night is past and shines the sun 340 BEN JONSON 125 79 153 TENNYSON 296 DONNE 517 PROF. WILSON (Trans.) 58 SHAKSPEARE 317 SHAKSPEARE 517 J. W. MORRIS. 491 The old man said, "Take thou this shield, my son" The old mayor climbed the belfry tower The owl is abroad, the bat, the toad WHITTIER There are points from which we can command our life P. BAILEY The recluse hermit ofttimes more doth know. There in the fane a beauteous creature stands There is a history in all men's lives There is a mystery in the soul of state There is a pleasure in the pathiess woods There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale There was a laughing devil in his sneer There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream. The sea rolls vaguely, and the stars are dumb A. H. CLOUGH. WORDSWORTH WORDSWORTH ADDISON 173 CHAUCER 3-5 ALLINGHAM 130 J. MONTGOMERY 151 BYRON. 42 THOMSON 23 180 513 441 268 231 218 455 BYRON SCOTT MARVELL W. MITCHell. SCOTT 330 GEORGE MACDONALD. 318 40 The wintry west extends his blast Think we King Harry strong. This ae night, this ae night This army led by a delicate and tender prince. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Thou hast learned the woes of all the world Thou that hast a daughter Thou that hast given so much to me. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird!" Thou whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance. Three score o' nobles rade up the king's ha' Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back. 'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more. 'Tis not every day that I 'Tis not in battles that from youth we train "Tis truth, although this truth's a star 404 SCOTT 449 To the belfry one by one, went the ringers from the sun MRS. BROWNING True bard and simple, -as the race Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky 'Twas All-Souls' eve, and Surrey's heart beat high 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won Two went to pray-oh! rather say Two voices are there; one is of the sea BURNS Westward the course of empire takes its way What needs my Shakspeare for his honored bones 534 When biting Boreas, fell and doure When first thou didst entice to thee my heart When God at first made man When I a verse shall make When I consider how my light is spent When I do count the clock that tells the time When I love as some have told When Love with unconfined wings When spring to woods and wastes around When the moon is on the wave When the radiant morn of creation broke When with the virgin morning thou dost rise. Where have ye been, ye ill woman? Where is Timarchus gone? Where like a pillow on a bed Where the bee sucks, there suck I Where the remote Bermudas ride Which I wish to remark. While from the purpling east departs While malice, Pope, denies thy page Whither midst falling dew. Who counts himself as nobly born Who can divine what impulses from God Who is the happy warrior Who is the honest man Whose are the gilded tents that crowd the way Why fearest thou the outward foe Willie stands in his stable door. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day Within my ears resounds that ancient song Within the mind strong fancies work Ye banks and braes of bonnie Doon Ye distant spires, ye antique towers Ye scattered birds that faintly sing Yes, I answered you last night Ye sigh not when the sun his course fulfilled Yet a few days, and thee Yet do I fear thy nature. Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier You meaner beauties of the night COWPER BYRON 128 457 212 512 BRYANT 44 SHAKSPEARE 510 WILLIAM STRODE 127 LOWELL 483 HERRICK. 185 BEN JONSON 93 HOGG 487 FROM SIMONIDES 463 DONNE 70 SHAKSPEARE 440 MARVELL 41 BRET HARTE 504 WORDSWORTH 9 DAVID LEWIS 272 BRYANT E. S. H.. 518 33 196 195 286 162 ANONYMOUS 154 BUCHAN'S BALLADS 321 SHAKSPEARE 5 322 GOETHE: TRANS. BY FROTH 510 28 59 349 162 48 146 447 WORDSWORTH WORDSWORTH HERBERT ANONYMOUS JEAN INGELOW INGHAM WORDSWORTH F. B. SANBORN WORDSWORTH 148 CAMPBELL 221 BURNS. 458 MRS. BROWNING 64 BRYANT 167 BRYANT 168 SHAKSPEARE 512 MILTON 467 TOM TAYLOR 254 WOTTON 66 Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and he sought me for his Young Neuha plunged into the deep You that can look through Heaven, and tell the stars BEAUMONT AND Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown |