Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dis solve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. Tempest, act. iv. sc. 4. As I stood by yon roofless tower As it befell As it fell upon a day Ask ye me why I send you here? A slamber did my spirit seal As Memnon's marble harp, renowned of old As ships becalmed at eve As unto blowing roses summer dews As vonce I valked by a dismal svamp A sweet, attractive kind of grace. A sweet disorder in the dress At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay At summer eve, when Heaven's aerial bow At the approach of extreme peril At the King's gate the subtle noon HERRICK. WORDSWORTH AKENSIDE A. H. CLOUGH Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints whose bones MILTON TENNYSON 32 471 99 82 195 72 BYRON. 26 448 LONGFELLOW. 510 36 261 439 10 1 0 Between the dark and the daylight Birdie, birdie, will you, pet Blackened and bleeding, helpless, panting, prone Blow, blow, thou winter wind Blue crystal vault and elemental fires Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen Brave Schill, by death delivered Break, Fantasy, from the cave of cloud Breathe, trumpets, breathe slow notes Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny bride But all our praises, why should lords engross But are ye sure the news is true? But fare you well, auld Nickie-Ben. But I wol turn againe to Ariadne But souls that of his own good life partake By Nebo's lonely mountain . Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin Calm and still light on yon great plain' Come on, sir, here's the place: stand still Come seeling night. Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged Come thou who art the wine and wit Come to Licöo! the sun is riding SHAKSPEARE SIR W. JONES (Trans.) BEN JONSON POPE SHAKSPEARE SHAKSPEARE SHAKSPEARE 51 464 412 272 290 210 34 |