They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were You promise heavens free from strife (Mimnermus COWLEY, ABRAHAM (1618-1667) Awake, awake, my Lyre (A Supplication) I am monarch of all I survey (The Solitude of PAGE 441 440 84 162 Mary! I want a lyre with other strings (To Mary 164 Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade 129 The poplars are fell'd; farewell to the shade (The 140 The twentieth year is well-nigh past (To Mary Toll for the Brave (Loss of the Royal George). Whoe'er she be (Wishes for the Supposed Mistress) CUNNINGHAM, ALLAN (1784-1842) A wet sheet and a flowing sea Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night 22 DARLEY, GEORGE (1795-1846) It is not Beauty I demand (The Loveliness of Love) 74 DEKKER, THOMAS (1570 ?-1641 ?) Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers (The 37 DOBELL, SYDNEY THOMPSON (1824-1874)* The murmur of the mourning ghost (Keith of 445 DOMETT, ALFRED (1811-1887)* DOYLE, SIR FRANCIS HASTINGS CHARLES (1810-1888) DRAYTON, MICHAEL (1563-1631) It was the calm and silent night (A Christmas Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part 23 DRUMMOND, WILLIAM (1585-1649) Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move 40 24 My thoughts hold mortal strife (Madrigal) 27 Of this fair volume which we World do name (The 40 Phoebus, arise (Summons to Love) 1 The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King 41 This Life, which seems so fair. 38 DRYDEN, JOHN (1631-1700) From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony (Song PAGE 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won (Alexander's 105 ELIOT, GEORGE (MARY ANN CROSS) (1819-1880) 401 ELLIOT, JANE (1727-1805) I've heard them lilting at the ewe-milking (Lament 120 330 O fair and stately maid, whose eyes (To Eva): 331 EMERSON, RALPH WALDO (1803-1882) If the red slayer think he slays (Brahma) FITZGERALD, EDWARD (1809-1883) Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night FLETCHER, JOHN (1579-1625) Hence, all you vain delights (Melancholy) GAY, JOHN (1685-1732) All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd (Black-eyed GOLDSMITH, OLIVER (1728–1774) When lovely woman stoops to folly GRAHAM, ROBERT (afterwards CUNNINGHAME-GRAHAM) If doughty deeds my lady please Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake (The Progress of Poesy) 342 86 124 131 128 132: Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours (Ode on the 161 139 109 115 'Twas on a lofty vase's side (On a favourite cat, 145 Ye distant spires, ye antique towers (Ode on a 112 158 Spring) Now the golden Morn aloft (Ode on the Pleasure Ruin seize thee, ruthless King' (The Bard) HAWKER, ROBERT STEPHEN (1803-1875) A good sword and a trusty hand (And shall Tre- HENLEY, WILLIAM ERNEST (1849-1903) Out of the night that covers me HERBERT, GEORGE (1593-1633) When God at first made Man (The Gifts of God) A sweet disorder in the dress (The Poetry of Dress) 133 Fair Daffodils, we weep to see (To Daffodils) Gather ye rose-buds while ye may (Counsel to Girls) Whenas in silks my julia goes (The Poetry of Dress) Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day This is the ship, of pearl, which, poets feign (The HOOD, THOMAS (1799-1845) PAGE 72 76 79 31 353 223 230 235 354 320 I remember, I remember (Past and Present) I know not that the men of old (The Men of Old) Jenny kissed me when we met (Rondeau) INGELOW, JEAN (1820-1897) Playing on the virginals 407 The old mayor climbed the belfry tower (The High 408 JONSON, BEN (1573 ?-1637) Drink to me only with thine eyes (To Celia) Bards of Passion and of Mirth (Ode on the Poets) In a drear-nighted December (Happy Insensi- 191 Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold (On 169 248 'O_what can ail thee, knight-at-arms' (La Belle 193 Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness (Ode to 261 Terror of Death) Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon When I have fears that I may cease to be (The KINGSLEY, CHARLES (1819-1875) Souls of Poets dead and gone (The Mermaid 229 198 of Dee) O Mary, go and call the cattle home' (The Sands 403 403 Welcome, wild North-easter (Ode to the North- LAMB, CHARLES (1775-1834) PAGE 404 I have had playmates, I have had companions I saw where in the shroud did lurk (On an Infant When maidens such as Hester die (Hester). Ah what avails the sceptred race (Rose Aylmer) I strove with none, for none was worth my strife Well I remember how you smiled LINDSAY, LADY ANNE (afterwards BARNARD) (1750- 1825) When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at LODGE, THOMAS (1558 ?-1625) " Like to the clear in highest sphere (Rosalynde) "Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream' (The Braes LONGFELLOW, HENRY WADSWORTH (1807-1882) 220 237 234 317 317 317 319 318 319 152 10 121 337 340 This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling (The Arsenal at Springfield) 339 LOVELACE, RICHARD (1618-1658) If to be absent were to be (To Lucasta, on going 83 Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind (To Lucasta, on 72 When Love with unconfinéd wings (To Althea from Prison) 82 LYLY, JOHN (1554 ?-1606) Cupid and my Campaspe play'd (Cupid and 31 MACAULAY, THOMAS BABINGTON, LORD (1800-1859) 323 To my true king I offered free from stain (Ả 323 MACKAY, CHARLES (1814-1889) Old Tubal Cain was a man of might (Tubal Cain) (1804-1866) With deep affection (The Shandon Bells) 133 2 Ba MANGAN, JAMES CLARENCE (1803-1849) Roll forth, my song, like the rushing river (The MARLOWE, CHRISTOPHER (1564-1593) Come live with me and be my Love (The Passionate MARVELL, ANDREW (1621-1678) How vainly men themselves amaze (Thoughts in The forward youth that would appear (Horatian MICKLE, WILLIAM JULIUS (1735-1788) And are ye sure the news is true (The Sailor's Wife) Avenge, O Lord! Thy slaughter'd Saints, whose Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in arms (When the Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench (To Daughter to that good Earl, once President (To Hence, loathed Melancholy (L'Allegro) This is the month, and this the happy morn (Ode PAGE 329 92 51 103 154 51 104 62 67 74 94 98 66 42 63 Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more 55 MOORE, THOMAS (1779-1852) How sweet the answer Echo makes (Echoes) MORRIS, WILLIAM (1834-1896) Had she come all the way for this (The Haystack Pray but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips There were four of us about that bed (Shameful You must be very old, Sir Giles' (Old Love) NAIRNE, CAROLINA, LADY (1766-1845) I'm wearing awa', Jean (The Land o' the Leal) At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, As slow our ship her foamy track (The Journey |