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"Now What is Love" Walter Raleigh
Wooing Song, "Love is the
Blossom where there blows" Giles Fletcher
Rosalind's Madrigal, "Love
in My bosom" Thomas Lodge
Song, "Love is a sickness
full of woes" Samuel Daniel
Love's Perjuries Will... |
"Forget not Yet" Thomas Wyatt
Fawnia Robert Greene
The Passionate Shepherd to
His Love Christopher Marlowe
The Nymph's Reply to the
Passionate Shepherd Walter Raleigh
"Wrong not, Sweet Empress
of My Heart" ... |
Lips and Eyes Thomas Middleton
The Kiss Ben Jonson
"Take, O Take Those
Lips Away" John Fletcher
A Stolen Kiss George Wither
Song, "My Love bound me
with a kiss" Unknown
To Electra Rob... |
"Sigh no More, Ladies" William Shakespeare
A Renunciation Edward Vere
A Song, "Ye happy swains,
whose hearts are free" George Etherege
To His Forsaken Mistress Robert Ayton
To an Inconstant Robert Ayton
Advice to a Girl Thomas Campion
... |
Song, "O mistress mine,
where are you roaming" William Shakespeare
"Go, Lovely Rose" Edmund Waller
To the Rose: A Song Robert Herrick
Memory William Browne
To Lucasta, Going to the
Wars Richard Lovelace
To Lucasta... |
Helen of Kirconnell Unknown
Willy Drowned in Yarrow Unknown
Annan Water Unknown
The Lament of the Border
Widow Unknown
Aspatia's Song from "The
Maid's Tragedy" John Fletcher
A Ballad, "'Twas when the
seas were ro... |
"My True-love Hath My Heart" Philip Sidney
Song, "O sweet delight" Thomas Campion
The Good-Morrow John Donne
"There's Gowd in the Breast" James Hogg
The Beggar Maid Alfred Tennyson
Refuge A.E.
At Sunset Louis V. Ledoux... |
Song, "Phoebus, arise" William Drummond
Hymn of Apollo Percy Bysshe Shelley
Prelude to "The New Day" Richard Watson Gilder
Dawn on the Headland William Watson
The Miracle of the Dawn Madison Cawein
Dawn-angels A. Mary F. Robinson
Music ... |
My Garden Thomas Edward Brown
The Garden Andrew Marvell
A Garden Andrew Marvell
A Garden Song Austin Dobson
In Green Old Gardens Violet Fane
A Benedictine Garden Alice Brown
An Autumn Garden ... |
Song for all Seas, all Ships Walt Whitman
Stanzas from "The Triumph
of Time" Algernon Charles Swinburne
The Sea from "Childe
Harold's Pilgrimage" George Gordon Byron
On the Sea John Keats
"With Ships the Sea was
Sprinkled" ... |
Time to be Wise Walter Savage Landor
Under the Lindens Walter Savage Landor
Advice Walter Savage Landor
To Fanny Thomas Moore
"I'd be a Butterfly" Thomas Haynes Bayly
"I'm not a Single Man" Thomas Hood
To -----... |
The Vicar of Bray Unknown
The Lost Leader Robert Browning
Ichabod John Greenleaf Whittier
What Mr. Robinson Thinks James Russell Lowell
The Debate in the Sennit James Russell Lowell
The Marquis of Carabas Robert Brough
A Modest Wit... |
Under the lindens lately sat
A couple, and no more, in chat;
I wondered what they would be at
Under the lindens.I saw four eyes and four lips meet,
I heard the words, "How sweet! how sweet!"
Had then the Fairies given a treat
Under the lindens?I pondered long and could not tell
What dainty pleased them both so well:
Be... |
He was a shrewd and sound divine,
Of loud Dissent the mortal terror;
And when, by dint of page and line,
He 'stablished Truth, or startled Error,
The Baptist found him far too deep,
The Deist sighed with saving sorrow,
And the lean Levite went to sleep
And dreamed of tasting pork to-morrow.His sermon never said or show... |
A little Bin best fits a little Bread,
A little Garland fits a little Head,
As my small Stuff best fits my little Shed.A little Hearth best fits a little Fire,
A little Chapel fits a little Quire,
As my small Bell best fits my little Spire.A little Stream best fits a little Boat,
A little Lead best fits a little Float,... |
Oh, if you now are there,
And sweet as once you were,
Grandmamma,
This nether world agrees
You'll all the better please
Grandpapa.Frederick Locker-Lampson [1821-1895]MY MISTRESS'S BOOTSShe has dancing eyes and ruby lips,
Delightful boots--and away she skipsThey nearly strike me dumb,--
I tremble when they come
Pit-a-pa... |
I cannot recall her figure:
Was it regal as Juno's own?
Or only a trifle bigger
Than the elves who surround the throne
Of the Fairy Queen, and are seen, I ween,
By mortals in dreams alone?What her eyes were like I know not:
Perhaps they were blurred with tears;
And perhaps in yon skies there glow not
(On the contrary) ... |
Jewels are baubles; 'tis a sin
To care for such unfruitful things;--
One good-sized diamond in a pin,--
Some, not so large, in rings,--
A ruby, and a pearl, or so,
Will do for me;--I laugh at show.My dame should dress in cheap attire;
(Good heavy silks are never dear;)--
I own perhaps I might desire
Some shawls of true... |
Who was he? Was he glad or sad,
Who knew to carve in such a fashion?
Perchance he graved the dainty head
For some brown girl that scorned his passion.Perchance, in some still garden-place,
Where neither fount nor tree to-day is,
He flung the jewel at the feet
Of Phryne, or perhaps 'twas Lais.But he is dust; we may not... |
My taste in Art she hailed with groans,
And I, once charmed with bolder tones,
Now love the yellows of Burne-Jones:
But then She likes them.
My tuneful soul no longer hoards
Stray jewels from the Empire boards;
I revel now in Dvorak's chords:
But then She strikes them.Our age distinctly cramps a knight;
Yet, though deb... |
Not that we mourn you! 'Twere too absurd!
You have been such a very long while away!
Your dry spiced dust would not value one word
Of the soft regrets that my verse could say.
Sorrow and Pleasure, and Love and Hate,
If you ever felt them, have vaporized hence
To this odor--so subtle and delicate--
Of myrrh, and cassia,... |
Or richer joys than clay can feel?
And when perforce he falters nay,
Bid him renounce his wish and kneel
In thanks for this same kindly clay.Edward Verrall Lucas [1868-AUCASSIN AND NICOLETEWhat magic halo rings thy head,
Dream-maiden of a minstrel dead?
What charm of faerie round thee hovers,
That all who listen are th... |
"Agreed," I said. "For Socrates
(I find he too is talking)
Thinks Learning can't remain at ease
When Beauty goes a-walking."She read no more. I leapt the sill:
The sequel's scarce essential--
Nay, more than this, I hold it still
Profoundly confidential.Austin Dobson [1840-1921]THE LADIES OF ST. JAMES'S
A Proper New B... |
Ah, but things more than polite
Hung on this toy, voyez-vous!
Matters of state and of might,
Things that great ministers do;
Things that, maybe, overthrew
Those in whose brains they began;
Here was the sign and the cue,--
This was the Pompadour's fan!ENVOY
Where are the secrets it knew?
Weavings of plot and of plan?
--... |
CHIFFONS!Through this our city of delight,
This Paris of our joy and play,
This Paris perfumed, jeweled, bright,
Rouged, powdered, amorous,--ennuye:
Across our gilded Quartier,
So fair to see, so frail au fond,
Echoes--mon Dieu!--the Ragman's bray:
"Mar--chand d'ha--bits! Chif--fons!"Foul, hunched, a plague to dainty ... |
She couldn't go running and jumping,
And the boy, no more could he;
For he was a thin little fellow,
With a thin little twisted knee.They sat in the yellow sunlight,
Out under the maple tree;
And the game that they played I'll tell you,
Just as it was told to me.It was Hide-and-Go-Seek they were playing,
Though you'd n... |
For you know the dew was heavy,
And your boots, I know, were thin;
So a little extra brevi-
ty in skirts was, sure, no sin.
Besides, who minds a cousin?
First, second, even third,--
I've kissed 'em by the dozen,
And they never once demurred."If one's allowed to ask it,"
Quoth I, " ma belle cousine,
What have you in you... |
His stories and jests are delightful;--
Not stories or jests, dear, for you;
The jests are exceedingly spiteful,
The stories not always quite true.
Perhaps to be kind and veracious
May do pretty well at Lausanne;
But it never would answer,--good gracious!
Chez nous--in a talented man.He sneers,--how my Alice would scol... |
Your whim is for frolic and fashion,
Your taste is for letters and art;--
This rhyme is the commonplace passion
That glows in a fond woman's heart:
Lay it by in some sacred deposit
For relics--we all have a few!
Love, some day they'll print it, because it
Was written to You.Frederick Locker-Lampson [1821-1895]HER LETTE... |
The wanton troopers riding by
Have shot my fawn, and it will die.
Ungentle men! They cannot thrive
Who killed thee. Thou ne'er didst, alive,
Them any harm; alas! nor could
Thy death to them do any good.
I'm sure I never wished them ill,
Nor do I for all this; nor will:
But, if my simple prayers may yet
Prevail with H... |
But now, beneath this walnut-shade
He finds his long, last home,
And waits, in snug concealment laid,
Till gentler Puss shall come.He, still more aged, feels the shocks
From which no care can save,
And, partner once of Tiney's box,
Must soon partake his grave.William Cowper [1731-1800]ON THE DEATH OF MRS. THROCKMORTON'... |
Then some, who through this garden pass,
When we too, like thyself, are clay,
Shall see thy grave upon the grass,
And stop before the stone, and say:People who lived here long ago
Did by this stone, it seems, intend
To name for future times to know
The dachs-hound, Geist, their little friend.Matthew Arnold [1822-1888]"... |
We were gittin' on nicely up here to our village,
With good old idees o' wut's right an' wut aint,
We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage,
An' thet eppyletts worn't the best mark of a saint;
But John P.
Robinson he
Sez this kind o' thing's an exploded idee.The side of our country must ollers be took,
An' P... |
Now, see, where, focused on one head,
The race's glories shine:
The head gets narrow at the top,
But mark the jaw--how fine!
Don't call it satyr-like; you'd wound
Some scores, whose honest pates
The self-same type present, upon
The Carabas estates!Look at his skin--at four-score years
How fresh it gleams and fair:
He n... |
John Bull for pastime took a prance,
Some time ago, to peep at France;
To talk of sciences and arts,
And knowledge gained in foreign parts.
Monsieur, obsequious, heard him speak,
And answered John in heathen Greek;
To all he asked, 'bout all he saw,
'Twas, "Monsieur, je vous n'entends pas."John, to the Palais-Royal com... |
(Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?)
Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids,
Ready to fall, as soon as you have told your
Pitiful story.KNIFE-GRINDER
Story? God bless you! I have none to tell, sir;
Only, last night, a-drinking at the Chequers,
This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were
Torn in ... |
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!
Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?
Nephews--sons mine.. ah God, I know not! Well--
She, men would have to be your mother once,
Old Gandolf envied me, so fair she was!
What's done is done, and she is dead beside,
Dead long ago, and I am Bishop since,
And as she died so must w... |
All the year round at the villa, nothing's to see though you linger,
Except yon cypress that points like Death's lean lifted fore finger.
Some think fireflies pretty, when they mix in the corn and mingle,
Or thrid the stinking hemp till the stalks of it seem a-tingle.
Late August or early September, the stunning cicala... |
So the Deacon inquired of the village folk
Where he could find the strongest oak,
That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke,--
That was for spokes and floor and sills;
He sent for lancewood to make the thills;
The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees,
The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese,
But lasts... |
The Third approached the animal,
And happening to take
The squirming trunk within his hands,
Thus boldly up and spake:
"I see," quoth he, "the Elephant
Is very like a snake!"The Fourth reached out an eager hand,
And felt about the knee.
"What most this wondrous beast is like
Is mighty plain," quoth he;
"'Tis clear enou... |
If they hint, O Musician, the piece that you played
Is naught but a copy of Chopin or Spohr;
That the ballad you sing is but merely "conveyed"
From the stock of the Ames and the Purcells of yore;
That there's nothing, in short, in the words or the score,
That is not as out-worn as the "Wandering Jew";
Make answer--Beet... |
But he had tarnal luck--everythin' went ag'in him,
The arrers er fortune they allus 'ud pin him;
So he didn't get no chance to show off what was in him.
Jim Bowker, he said,
Ef he'd had a fair show, you couldn't tell where he'd come,
An' the feats he'd a-done, an' the heights he'd a-clumb--
It may have been so;
I dunno... |
And from that day, o'er hill and glade,
Through those old woods a path was made;
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged, and turned, and bent about
And uttered words of righteous wrath
Because 'twas such a crooked path.But still they followed--do not laugh--
The first migrations of that calf,
And through this windin... |
'Tis not to be chaste, nor fair,
(Such gifts malice may impair),
Richly trimmed, to walk or ride,
Or to wanton unespied,
To preserve an honest name
And so to give it up to fame--
These are toys. In good or ill
They desire to have their will:
Yet, when they have it, they abuse it,
For they know not how to use it.John F... |
The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former called the latter "Little Prig;"
Bun replied,
"You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together,
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so ... |
Richard Brinsley Sheridan [1751-1816]You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come.
Knock as you please,--there's nobody at home.Alexander Pope [1688-1744]If a man who turnips cries
Cry not when his father dies,
'Tis a proof that he would rather
Have a turnip than a father.Samuel Johnson [1709-1784]Life is a jest, and al... |
Myself when slim did eagerly frequent
Delsarte and Ling, and heard great Argument
Of muscles trained to Hold me up, but still
Spent on my Modiste what I'd always spent!With walking Clubs I did the best I could;
With my own Feet I tramped my Ten Miles, good;
And this was All that I got out of it--
I ate much more for Di... |
I never nursed a dear gazelle.
But I was given a paroquet--
How I did nurse him if unwell!
He's imbecile, but lingers yet.
He's green, with an enchanting tuft;
He melts me with his small black eye:
He'd look inimitable stuffed,
And knows it--but he will not die!I had a kitten--I was rich
In pets--but all too soon my ki... |
Why, and whither, and how? for barley and rye are not clover;
Neither are straight lines curves: yet over is under and over.Two and two may be four: but four and four are not eight;
Fate and God may be twain: but God is the same thing as fate.Ask a man what he thinks, and get from a man what he feels;
God, once caught ... |
"And who's Mother Carey, and what is her train,
Sister Helen?
And why do you call her again and again?"
"You troublesome boy, why that's the refrain,
Little brother.
(O Mother Carey, mother!
What work is toward in the startled heaven?)""And what's a refrain? What a curious word,
Sister Helen!
Is the ballad you're writ... |
Was more than he now could span; and he
Sighed as he pondered, ruefully,How that which in Maud was native grace
In Mrs. Jenkins was out of place;And thought of the twins, and wished that they
Looked less like the men who raked the hayOn Muller's farm, and dreamed with pain
Of the day he wandered down the lane.And, look... |
IX.--(Burns)
Weel, gin ye speir, I'm no inclined,
Whusky or tay--to state my mind
Fore ane or ither;
For, gin I tak the first, I'm fou,
And gin the next, I'm dull as you:
Mix a' thegither.X.--(Walt Whitman)
One cup for my self-hood,
Many for you. Allons, camerados, we will drink together,
O hand-in-hand! That tea-spo... |
Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed
Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net[Illustration: He met the hot-mouthed, vicious brute, his rude spear
clasped in both hands]FAR PAST THE FRONTIERBy
JAMES A. BRADENIllustrated by
W. H. FRYCAkron, Ohio
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING CO.
New York--ChicagoMADE IN U. S. A... |
Leaning against a post, apart from the other men, Ree Kingdom presently
noticed an aged farmer, alternately wringing his hands and burying his
face in them. He was the owner of the team which had been stolen, and,
heedless of all else idly lamented his loss, complaining that no one went
in pursuit of the thief to secur... |
With the horses gone beyond recapture, Big Pete must needs depend on his
own legs if he meant to escape. The constable's party could not be far
behind, and with the boy, whose throat he clutched, to point the way in
which he had gone, when the officer came up, his chance of getting away
was much less than it would be s... |
For two years he and John had been intimate friends. The latter being
sometimes employed by Mr. Catesby, gave the boys additional opportunities
of being with one another. Late at night after a long, hard day in the
harvest fields, they had gone swimming together. They had borrowed a gun,
and John's money bought the amm... |
He cautioned his young friends further of the hazardous nature of the
journey through an unsettled country, a long part of the way lying over
the Allegheny mountains. He told them of the cutthroats they would be
likely to encounter--rough men, who, for adventure's sake, had gone into
the war, and had never been satisfi... |
To his surprise Ree found Mrs. Catesby and Mary waiting for him in the
combined sitting-room and kitchen, when he entered the house."As you will be leaving so very early, sir, we thought to say good-bye to
you to-night," said Mary with feigned solemnity. And a little later she
said as they were talking, "I do hope you ... |
For a minute the stranger did not speak, and John suppressed a laugh as
he saw with what cool unconcern Ree returned the fellow's stare whenever
he looked at them."Don't show off your smartness, bub," sharply spoke the man at last, as
he fully comprehended that Ree had purposely given him an evasive answer,
"I asked a ... |
"Help! Robbers!" yelled John again, and now the stranger had one leg out
of the window. But he got no further. Ree seized him about the body; the
robber seized him in turn, and his foot striking the ladder by which he
had climbed up, it went tumbling to the ground. With a frightful oath the
fellow endeavored to throw R... |
When, by the sun, their only time-piece, the boys judged they had been an
hour and a half in camp, they resumed their journey. They had secured so
early a start that morning, that they had no doubt they would reach the
Three Corners, the next stopping-place designated on Captain Bowen's map,
before night; and indeed it... |
"Oh, do be seated!" Ree exclaimed as he noticed this. There was irony in
his voice which made the older Indian shrug his shoulders, but the young
white man led the Indian brave, a chap but little older than himself,
away from the cart. With some force he drew the buck to a blanket and
motioned to him to sit down.Appear... |
With the first light of morning Ree went reconnoitering hoping to find
the trail of the young Indian's mysterious assailant. Scarcely had he
started when Black Eagle joined him, and in the road three hundred paces
from the camp they came upon the trail together. A single man had
approached the camp on foot--a white man... |
"Well, it ain't so fer as a bird kin fly, an' its ferder than ye want to
walk in a day. If ye have good luck ye'll come on to Braddock's road
afore supper time, an' if ye don't have good luck, there's no tellin'
when ye'll get thar. It want such a great ways from here that Braddock
had _his_ bad luck. If he _hadn't_ ha... |
"It seems to me like a good plan," Ree reflected aloud, when he and John
were alone. "If we went to General Putnam's settlement we would still
feel that we must go up the Muskingum river to reach the Indians and
profitable trading, and would have to build a raft or buy a boat to carry
our goods. Moreover, people here s... |
At last the hunter's arms shot out, his hands seized John's arms so
quickly, and he lifted the boy off his feet and keeled him over with such
dexterity, that the lad lay sprawling on his back almost before he knew
what was happening.The glee of Tom Fish was quite ridiculous. He danced about and almost
screamed with lau... |
The Indian shook his hand but did not speak. The same second another
Indian stepped up and seizing Ree's hat, put it on his own bare head.
Another grabbed the boy's rifle, as though to take it from him.Ree smiled, but he held firmly to his gun, and snatched his hat from the
young brave who had seized it. One of the Ind... |
At last the morning came--slowly at first and then with a rush of light
which set the crows a-cawing and wood-birds singing; and still the
worn-out, lonesome boy looked in vain for his friends. But he wavered not
for a moment, though ready to acknowledge himself completely lost, and
thus, pressing on, he came soon afte... |
"Let them come," was the confident declaration of Return Kingdom, as Tom
Fish had suggested that the savages could not be far away. "We will meet
them as friends," he went on, "and I honestly believe that when they find
that we are peaceable traders, there will be no trouble whatever."Tom whistled and squinted as Ree t... |
That and other stories of this noted chief made the boys curious to see
him, and anxious to put themselves on friendly terms with him. It was
decided that the next day they should visit the Delaware town and make
arrangements for securing land. Without a horse they could move their
goods only with great labor, and they... |
They had not been taught to live as the Indians lived, he said, and they
could not have a home without some cleared land about it for the crops
which they would need. For this land, Ree went on, they were willing to
pay a fair price, and they were desirous of selecting a location that
they might get their cabin built. ... |
"The's some red-handed, bloody murderers among 'em, too, I kin tell ye,"
Tom Fish growled. "I got no rest whilst ye was gone, a thinkin' of it.""Has anything happened, Tom?" asked Ree, struck by his friends grave
manner."Cheer up, Thomas, cheer up!" cried John. "You've been about as cheerful
company as a box of indigo ... |
Tom volunteered to remain on guard the first part of the night, and crept
out at the back of their little house of poles and brush, that he might
not be observed, should anyone be watching. Then, softly through the
darkness he made his way to a convenient tree against which he leaned, in
the dark shadows. Ree and John,... |
Tom declared to John, however, that he had not coughed, saying it must
have been John's alert instinct which told him that some one was drawing
near, and made him imagine he heard such a sound. The boys did not agree
with him, however, for he also undertook to say that Ree had not heard a
footstep at all, but being kee... |
In good time on a certain Tuesday in December, Capt. Pipe and his party
arrived. Some of the braves were inclined to be very frolicsome and it
was necessary to watch that they did not get their hands on property
which was not their own.But their chief was all dignity. He seemed to take a fancy to Ree, who
was scarcely ... |
"That's how matters stood when the war was over. He says to me as how he
was goin' home, anyhow, an' I tol' him he better do that same. As for me,
I was always for rovin' an' I lit out for Kaintucky which we was hearin'
was a great place for fightin' an' huntin'. So that's how it come about
that Art an' me parted compa... |
"Tom," he said, "it is a sad, sad story. I know just what you suffer. But
listen, Tom. It is not absolutely certain that the scalp we saw was that
of your friend. No man could positively swear to it, just by seeing the
color of the hair. And here is another thing I have been wanting to tell
you, Tom, but I did not like... |
Thus, as their visitors were many, the loft the boys had built in their
cabin came to contain a richer and richer store, as they placed there the
furs they secured. Sitting before the fire at night they would sometimes
estimate their probable profits, and as they discussed this and other
subjects, the lads never forgot... |
"Some sort of a cave," he mused, inspecting it more closely and looking
into it. He saw nothing, and, stooping down, ventured in a little way.
His eyes accustomed to the bright light of the snow, he was unable to see
anything in the darkness, or he might not have been so bold; for the next
moment a chorus of fierce gro... |
And it was pleasant to watch with half closed eyes, the firelight dancing
on the rough cabin walls, shining in the little looking glass near the
door, showing the rifles within easy reach in the corner near the bed;
the two sets of pistols in their hostlers on the table they had made; the
gleaming blades of their axes,... |
There was another thing needing early attention, and that was the
securing of land at the junction of the Portage trail and the river. For
the boys could not but see how advantageous that place would be as a
trading point, and they wished to build a new and larger cabin there.
Moreover, as the country was opened up and... |
The bargain for the canoe was completed by Ree adding a second
handkerchief to their offer, as much as a peace offering as anything, and
then as it was growing late, and the disturbance had made the question of
buying more land a dangerous one to be brought up, at that time, the boys
departed. They shook hands with Cap... |
In a minute or so another war-cry would sound and the fierce, weird music
and dance would be resumed. Then some old Indian among the spectators
would clap his hands, signifying that he wished to speak. The dance would
cease and the dancers walk slowly 'round again, while a speech was made.
The address would occupy only... |
With shoulders thrown back, head erect as proud and dignified as the
Indians whom he felt had thus insulted him Ree turned to leave the cabin.
But John had no such feeling, nor was he so quick to see that Capt. Pipe
was offended by the words of one whom he probably considered a mere boy.
He saw only that the object of ... |
THE HOME BOOK OF VERSE,Volume 3By Burton Egbert StevensonContents of Volumes 1 through 4 of our Etext editions:PART IPOEMS OF YOUTH AND AGEThe Human Seasons John KeatsTHE BABY"Only a Baby Small" Matthias Barr
Only Harriet Prescott Spofford
Infant Joy ... |
Reeds of Innocence William Blake
The Wonderful World William Brighty Rands
The World's Music Gabriel Setoun
A Boy's Song James Hogg
Going Down Hill On a Bicycle Henry Charles Beeching
Playgrounds Laurence Alma-Tadema
"Who Has S... |
Maidenhood Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To the Virgins, to Make
Much of Time Robert Herrick
To Mistress Margaret Hussey John Skelton
On Her Coming To London Edmund Waller
"O, Saw Ye Bonny Lesley" Robert Burns
To a Young Lady William Co... |
"Now What is Love" Walter Raleigh
Wooing Song, "Love is the
Blossom where there blows" Giles Fletcher
Rosalind's Madrigal, "Love
in My bosom" Thomas Lodge
Song, "Love is a sickness
full of woes" Samuel Daniel
Love's Perjuries Will... |
"Forget not Yet" Thomas Wyatt
Fawnia Robert Greene
The Passionate Shepherd to
His Love Christopher Marlowe
The Nymph's Reply to the
Passionate Shepherd Walter Raleigh
"Wrong not, Sweet Empress
of My Heart" ... |
Lips and Eyes Thomas Middleton
The Kiss Ben Jonson
"Take, O Take Those
Lips Away" John Fletcher
A Stolen Kiss George Wither
Song, "My Love bound me
with a kiss" Unknown
To Electra Rob... |
"Sigh no More, Ladies" William Shakespeare
A Renunciation Edward Vere
A Song, "Ye happy swains,
whose hearts are free" George Etherege
To His Forsaken Mistress Robert Ayton
To an Inconstant Robert Ayton
Advice to a Girl Thomas Campion
... |
Song, "O mistress mine,
where are you roaming" William Shakespeare
"Go, Lovely Rose" Edmund Waller
To the Rose: A Song Robert Herrick
Memory William Browne
To Lucasta, Going to the
Wars Richard Lovelace
To Lucasta... |
Helen of Kirconnell Unknown
Willy Drowned in Yarrow Unknown
Annan Water Unknown
The Lament of the Border
Widow Unknown
Aspatia's Song from "The
Maid's Tragedy" John Fletcher
A Ballad, "'Twas when the
seas were ro... |
"My True-love Hath My Heart" Philip Sidney
Song, "O sweet delight" Thomas Campion
The Good-Morrow John Donne
"There's Gowd in the Breast" James Hogg
The Beggar Maid Alfred Tennyson
Refuge A.E.
At Sunset Louis V. Ledoux... |
Song, "Phoebus, arise" William Drummond
Hymn of Apollo Percy Bysshe Shelley
Prelude to "The New Day" Richard Watson Gilder
Dawn on the Headland William Watson
The Miracle of the Dawn Madison Cawein
Dawn-angels A. Mary F. Robinson
Music ... |
My Garden Thomas Edward Brown
The Garden Andrew Marvell
A Garden Andrew Marvell
A Garden Song Austin Dobson
In Green Old Gardens Violet Fane
A Benedictine Garden Alice Brown
An Autumn Garden ... |
Song for all Seas, all Ships Walt Whitman
Stanzas from "The Triumph
of Time" Algernon Charles Swinburne
The Sea from "Childe
Harold's Pilgrimage" George Gordon Byron
On the Sea John Keats
"With Ships the Sea was
Sprinkled" ... |
Time to be Wise Walter Savage Landor
Under the Lindens Walter Savage Landor
Advice Walter Savage Landor
To Fanny Thomas Moore
"I'd be a Butterfly" Thomas Haynes Bayly
"I'm not a Single Man" Thomas Hood
To -----... |
The Vicar of Bray Unknown
The Lost Leader Robert Browning
Ichabod John Greenleaf Whittier
What Mr. Robinson Thinks James Russell Lowell
The Debate in the Sennit James Russell Lowell
The Marquis of Carabas Robert Brough
A Modest Wit... |
In that new world toward which our feet are set,
Shall we find aught to make our hearts forget
Earth's homely joys and her bright hours of bliss?
Has heaven a spell divine enough for this?
For who the pleasure of the spring shall tell
When on the leafless stalk the brown buds swell,
When the grass brightens and the day... |
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