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Watch Song. (16th Century, German.)..
Old Story. (19th Century, Trish.)....
The White Rose. (17th Century, English
Love not Me. (17th Century, English.).
Kulnasatz, my Reindeer. (Icelandic, an
mous translation.)..

Robin Adair. (18th Century, Scotch.)....
Merry may the Keel Rowe. (18th Cen
Scotch.)..

Annie Laurie.

(18th Century, Scotch.)... O, Saw ye the Lass. (18th Century, Scote Summer Days. (19th Century, English), O! tell me Love, the dearest Hour. (19th tury, English.)...

Maiden's Choice. (18th Century, English Deceitfulness of Love. (17th Cen., Englisi Coming through the Rye. (18th Cen., Sco Love Unrequited. (19th Century, Americ Waly, Waly, but Love be Bonny. (15th tury, Scotch.).......

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Love. (19th Century, English.)....... Winifreda. (18th Century, English.)... Bull-fight of Gazul. (Spanish, Lockhe translation.)

Chevy Chase. (15th Century, English.)..
When Banners are Waving. (17th Cent
Scotch.)...

Gallant Grahams. (18th Century, Scotch.
Charlie is my Darling. (18th Century, Scot
Here's to the King, Sir! (18th Century, Scot
Shan Van Vocht. (18th Century, Irish.)...
God save the King. (17th Century, Englis
Sea Fight. (19th Century, English.).....
Seaman's Song. (18th Century, English.)..
Heir of Linne. (16th Century, English.)...
Take thy old Cloak about Thee. (15th Centu
English.)
Old and Young Courtier. (17th Cen., Engli
Malbrouck. (French, Father Prout's tra
lation.)...

Essence of Opera. (French, L. Hunt's tra
Sir Patrick Spens. (15th Century, Scotch.).
Child Noryce. (15th Century, Scotch.)....
Fair Annie of Lochroyan. (18th Cen., Scote
Dowie Dens of Yarrow. (15th Cen., Scotch.
Rare Willy Drowned in Yarrow. (15th C
tury, Scotch.).

Cruel Sister. (15th Century, Scotch.).. Edward, Edward. (18th Century, Scotch.). Lord Randal. (15th Century, Scotch.)...... Twa Brothers. (15th Century, Scotch.).... Twa Corbies. (15th Century, Scotch.).. Bonnie George Campbell. (17th Cen., Scot Lament of the Border Widow. (17th Centu Scotch.)....

Fair Helen. (18th Century, Scotch.).. Lamentation for Celin. (Spanish, Lockha translation.).

Very Mournful Ballad. (Spanish, Byr translation.)..

Young Airly. (18th Century, Scotch.).
King Arthur's Death. (15th Cen., English.)
Thomas the Rhymer. (16th Century, Scot
The Wee, wee Man. (15th Century, Scote
Robin Good Fellow. (17th Century, Engli
Fairy Queen. (17th Century, English.)...
Song of Fairies. (17th Century, English.).
Birth of Venus. (19th Century, English.).
Lords of Thule. (German, anonymous tro
lation.)...

Balder. (19th Century, English.)..
Song of the Forge. (19th Century, Englis
The Lye. (17th Century, English.).
Smoking Spiritualized. (17th Cen., English
Time is a Feathered Thing. (17th Cen., En
Time's Cure. (12th Century, English.)...
Poor Man's Song. (19th Century, English.
Sunrise comes to-morrow. (19th Cent
English.)....

The Sturdy Rock. (17th Century, English
Life and Death..

Lines on a Skeleton. (19th Century, Engli In the Desert of the Holy Land. (19th tury, American.)..

O Fear not Thou to Die. (19th Cen. Engli New Jerusalem. (Latin, anonymous tra God is Love. (19th Century, English.)....

PART I.

POEMS OF

NATURE.

THE world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for every thing, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.-Great God! I'd rather be

A pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

1

WORDSWORTH

POEMS OF NATURE.

THE FLOWER AND THE LEAF.

ARGUMENT.

A gentlewoman out of an arbour in a grove, seeth a great

companie of knights and ladies in a daunce upon the greene grasse; the which being ended, they all kneele downe, and do honour to the daisie, some to the flower,

and some to the leafe. Afterward this gentlewoman learneth by one of these ladies the meaning hereof, which is this: They which honour the flower, a thing fading with every blast, are such as looke after beautie and worldly pleasure. But they that honour the leafe, which abideth with the root, notwithstanding the frosts and winter stormes, are they which follow vertue and during qualities, without regard of worldly respects.

WHAN that Phebus his chair of gold so hie
Had whirled up the sterry sky alofte,
And in the Boole was entred certainly:
When shoures sweet of raine descended softe,
Causing the ground, fele times and ofte,
Up for to give many an wholsome aire,
And every plaine was yclothed faire

With newe greene, and maketh smale floures To springen here and there in fielde and mede;

So very good and wholsome be the shoures,
That it renueth that was olde and dede
In winter time; and out of every sede
Springeth the herbe, so that every wight
Of this season wexeth glad and light.

And I, so glad of the season swete,
Was happed thus upon a certaine night:-
As I lay in my bedde, sleepe ful unmete
Was unto me, but why that I ne might
Rest, I ne wist; for there nas earthly wight,
As I suppose, had more hertes ease
Than I, for I nad sicknesse nor disease.

Wherefore 1 mervaile greatly of my selfe,
That I so long withouten sleepe lay;
And up I rose three houres after tweife,
About the springing of the day;
And I put on my geare and mine array,
And to a pleasaunt grove I gan passe,
Long er the bright Sunne up risen was;

In which were okes grete, streight as a line,
Under the which the grasse, so fresh of hewe,
Was newly sprong; and an eight foot or nine
Every tree wel fro his fellow grew,
With branches brode, laden with leves newe,
That sprongen out ayen the sunneshene,
Some very redde, and some a glad light grene;

Which, as me thought, was right a pleasant sight;.

And eke the briddes songe for to here
Would have rejoiced any earthly wight;
And I that couth not yet, in no manere,
Heare the nightingale of al the yeare,
Ful busily herkened with herte and eare,
If I her voice perceive coud any where.

And, at the last, a path of little brede
I found, that greatly had not used be;
For it forgrowen was with grasse and weede,
That wel unneth a wighte might it se:
Thought I, 'This path some whider goth,
parde!'

And so I followed, till it me brought
To right a pleasaunt herber, well ywrought,

That benched was, and with turtes newe
Freshly turved, whereof the grene gras,
So smale, so thicke, so shorte, so fresh of hewe,

That most like unto grene wool, wot I, it was: It was more pleasaunt than I coud devis

The hegge also that yede in compas,
And closed in al the grene herbere,
With sicamour was set and eglatere,

Wrethen in fere so wel and cunningly,
That every branch and leafe grew by mesure,
Plaine as a bord, of an height by and by.
I see never thing, I you ensure,

So wel done; for he that tooke the cure
It to make, y trow, did all his peine

To make it passe alle tho that men have seine.

And whan his song was ended in this w

The nightingale with so mery a note
Answered him, that al the wood ronge
So sodainely, that as it were a sote,
I stood astonied; so was I with the son
Thorow ravished, that til late and longe,
I ne wist in what place I was, ne where
And ayen, me thought, she songe eve
mine ere.

Wherefore I waited about busily,

And shapen was this herber, roofe and alle, On every side, if I her might see;

As a prety parlour; and also

The hegge as thicke as a castle walle,
That who that list without to stond or go,
Though he wold al day prien to and fro,
He should not see if there were any wight
Within or no; but one within wel might

And, at the laste, I gan ful wel aspy
Where she sat in a fresh grene laurer tre
On the further side, even right by me,
That gave so passinge a delicious smelle,
According to the eglentere ful welle.

Whereof I had so inly great pleasure,
That, as me thought, I surely ravished w
Into Paradise, where my desire

Perceive all tho thot yeden there withoute
In the field, that was on every side
Covered with corn and grasse; that out of Was for to be, and no ferther passe
As for that day; and on the sote grasse

The briddes song was more convenient,

doubt, Though one wold seeke alle the world wide, I sat me downe; for, as for mine entent, So rich a fielde cold not be espide On no coast, as of the quantity; For of alle good thing there was plenty.

And I that al this pleasaunt sight sie,
Thought sodainely I felt so swete an aire
Of the eglentere, that certainely
There is no herte, I deme, in. such dispaire,
Ne with thoughtes froward and contraire
So overlaid, but it should soone have bote,
If it had ones felt this savour sote.

And as I stood and cast aside mine eie,
I was ware of the fairest medler tree,
That ever yet in alle my life I sie,
As ful of blossomes as it might be;
Therein a goldfinch leaping pretile

Fro bough to bough; and, as him list, he ect
Here and there of buddes and floures swete.

And to the herber side was joyninge
This faire tree, of which I have you tolde,
And at the laste the brid began to singe,
Whan he had eeten what he ete wolde,
So passing swetely, that by manifolde

And more pleasaunt to me by many fold
Than meat or drinke, or any other thing
Thereto the herber was so fresh and cold
The wholesome savours eke so comfortin
That, as I demed, sith the beginninge
Of the world was never seene or than
So pleasaunt a ground of none earthly m

And as I sat, the brids hearkening thus,
Me thought that I heard voices sodainely
The most sweetest and most delicious
That ever any wight, I trowe truely,
Heard in their life; for the armony
And sweet accord was in so good musik
That the voice to angels most was like.

At the last, out of a grove even by,
That was right goodly and pleasaunt to s
I sie where there came, singing lustily,
A world of ladies; but, to tell aright
Their grete beauty, it lieth not in my m
Ne their array; neverthelesse I shalle
Telle you a part, though I speake not of

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