A prophet that, Cassandra-like, For headstrong youth will run his race, Love's martyr, when his heat is past, Proves Care's confessor at the last. (1610) 1145. CHERRY-RIPE THERE is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; Of orient pearl a double row, Which when her lovely laughter shows, Her eyes like angels watch them still; (1616,? T. CAMPION) 1146. THE THREE RAVENS THERE were three ravens sat on a tree, Down a down! They were as black as they might be, The one of them said to his mate, Down in yonder green field, There lies a knight slain, under his shield. His hounds they lie down at his feet, So well they can their master keep! His hawks, they fly so eagerly, There's no small fowl dare him come nigh!' Down there comes a fallow doe, As great with young as she might go. She lifted up his bloody head, And kissed his wounds that were so red. She got him up upon her back, 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; | 1148. Sleep is a reconciling, A rest that peace begets; Sleeping. WHEN MOLLY SMILES WHEN Molly smiles beneath her cow, 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; Sure you have me passing glad That you your mind so soon removed To choose you for my best beloved: (1589) 1150. THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY YE Highlands, and ye Lawlands, And they laid him on the green. 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; 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 PAGE Campbell 76 Brown 31 Spenser 463 342 Chaucer 92 Hawker 211 Chaucer 92 Coleridge 102 Thomson 502 Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase) Absence, hear thou my protestation Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appeared Herrick 219 Keats 251 Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever Ah, Chloris! that I now could sit Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh Ah, here it is! the sliding rail Cowper 123 Herrick 220 Poe 364 Holmes 229 Patmore 355 Greene 205 Landor 271 All along the valley, stream that flashest white . All in the Downs the fleet was moored 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 And did those feet in ancient time 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 PAGE Tennyson 476 R. Browning 42 185 Webster 521 Dekker 147 Barham 14 Unknown 564 Barnefield 16 Tennyson Turner 506 Clough 97 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 Beat! beat! drums!-Blow! bugles! blow Before my face the picture hangs Before the urchin well could go. |