A wet sheet and a flowing sea Ay, but to die, and go, we know not where Ay! tear her tattered ensign down Bankrupt, our pockets inside out Being asked by an intimate party Between the dark and the daylight Between the acting of a dreadful thing Birdie, birdie, will you, pet Blackened and bleeding, helpless, panting, prone Break, Fantasy, from thy cave of cloud Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny bride But are ye sure the news is true? But for ye speken of such gentilesse By Nebo's lonely mountain Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin Call me no more . Calm and still light on yon great plain Come on, come on, and where you go Come pitie us, all ye who see Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn Go, soul, the body's guest He that loves a rosy cheek He works in rings, in magic rings of chance Hope smiled when your nativity was cast How changed is here each place man makes or fills! How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean! How happy is he born and taught How many a time have I How many thousand of my poorest subjects How oft when thou my music, music play'st How soon hath time, the subtle thief of youth How young and fresh am I to-night! I am holy while I stand I called on dreams and visions to disclose I came to a laund of white and green Lady Clara Vere De Vere SHAKSPEARE CHANNING WILLIAM MORRIS BYRON. ᎻᎬᎡᏴᎬᎡᎢ . 442 283 151 BURNS 220 BRET HARTE 495 36 144 92 ARTHUR BOAR 22 357 186 HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD 448 123 O. W. HOLMES 232 180 DONNE 126 462 COLLINS 514 BYRON 283 SHAKSPEARE SHAKSPEARE SHELLEY HERRICK. BURNS BYRON BEN JONSON SHAKSPEARE SCOTT LONGFELLOW LONGFELLOW TENNYSON W. CONGREVE WORDSWORTH SCOTT N. P. WILLIS BURNS Kings, queens, lords, ladies, knights, and damsels great Knowing the heart of man is set to be LADS SPENSER . TENNYSON 82 326 43 122 517 521 520 53 94 192 154 29 122 265 27 92 511 265 46 3 355 147 276 235 433 60 62 223 101 384 518 280 11 381 187 133 33 59 411 57 277 438 227 224 95 293 517 300 365 153 Lately, alas! I knew a gentle boy Let the bird of loudest lay Life and thought have gone away Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore. Lithe and listen, gentlemen. Little I ask, my wants are few Lo," quoth he, "Cast up thine eye Look not thou on beauty's charming Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round Loud is the vale, the voice is up Love is a sickness full of woes. Lo, when the Lord made North and South Naked on parents' knees, a new-born child. No more, no more, Oh! never more on me No splendor 'neath the sky's proud dome Now is the time for mirth Now is the winter of our discontent. O for my sake do you with fortune chide Often trifling with a privilege Oft in the stilly night Of truth, of grandeur, beauty, love, and hope O heavens, if you do love old men O heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale? Oh, have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde Oh, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem O how feeble is man's power. Oh, weel may the boatie row OI have passed a miserable night O joy hast thou a face O keeper of the sacred key O listen, listen, ladies gay Old wine to drink O thou that swing'st upon the waving ear O! 'tis wondrous much Out upon it: I have loved Out upon time, who will leave no more O waly, waly, my gay goss-hawk O waly, waly, up the bank O ye wha are sae guid yoursel O young Lochinvar is come out of the West ANONYMOUS Passion o' me! cried Sir Richard Tyrone. Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Pleased we remember our august abodes Queen Bonduca, I do not grieve your fortune Our boat to the waves go free Our brethren of New England use BUTLER Our bugles sang truce; for the night cloud had lowered CAMPBELL Our revels now are ended BURNS LOVELACE CHANNING SHAKSPEARE SIR JOHN SUCKLING BYRON ANONYMOUS. ANONYMOUS BURNS SCOTT G. W. THORNBURY POPE. SCOTT LANDOR MRS. BARBAULD. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. 337 16 449 199 438 72 178 39 77 442 304 220 271 32 438 102 34 102 363 448 301 133 434 3 517 437 511 157 255 414 57 178 91 443 240 68 6 7 120 85 223 29 153 127 182 190 311 211 446 8 125 83 481 16 93 38 501 289 521 139 138 361 383 482 356 354 271 450 40 183 213 |
