The melancholy days have come The night is made for cooling slade. The old man said, "Take thou this shield, my son The old mayor climbed the belfry tower The owl is abroad, the bat, and the toad WHITTIER MRS HEMANS (Trans.) GRAY SIR T. BROWNE J. T. TROWBRIDGE S. G. W JEAN INGELOW The pines were dark on Ramoth hill There are points from which we can command our life P. BAILEY TENNYSON The recluse hermit ofttimes more doth know. There in the fane a beauteous creature stands There is a mystery in the soul of state H. H. J. R. RANDALL GOETHE: TRANS. BY FROTH INGHAM BEN JONSON ANONYMOUS BYRON STERNHOLD. WORDSWORTH BYRON BYRON GEORGE WITHER BURNS DONNE PROF. WILSON (Trans.) A. H. CLOUGH. MRS. HOWE. WORDSWORTH GOWER BYRON BYRON WORDSWORTH CHAUCER ALLINGHAM J. MONTGOMERY BYRON THOMSON ADDISON BYRON TENNYSON COWLEY WHITTIER MARVELL W. MITCHELL SCOTT 246 225 169 202 230 161 125 343 520 167 611 510 425 193 306 27 207 317 416 162 29 147 197 42 310 185 48 264 150 340 517 517 517 491 20 517 260 497 223 512 173 130 180 513 441 268 281 218 455 40 330 318 Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeannie Thou hidden love of God! whose height Thou that art our queen again Thou that hast a daughter Thou that hast given so much to me. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird!' Thou whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance. To beguile the time To be no more 'Tis madness to resist or blame 'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more 'Tis not every day that I 'Tis not in battles that from youth we train "Tis truth, although this truth's a star To be furious sad cure To be or not to be, that is the question Toiling in the naked fields To keep the lamp alive To me men are for what they are. True bard and simple, as the race Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky "Twas All-Souls' eve, and Surrey's heart beat high. 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won Two went to pray-oh! rather say Toll for the brave. To the belfry one by one, went the ringers from the sun MRS. BROWNING SCOTT MOORE. CAMPBELL BURNS H. H. EDMUND WALLER. SHAKSPEARE SOUTHWELL SHAKSPEARE E. S. H. SHAKSPEARE CHAUCER. BEN JONSON DONNE BRYANT BYRON C. S. T. A. CUNNINGHAM KEATS HERBERT H. H. BROWNELL T. LOGAN TENNYSON BEATTIE WORDSWORTH PATMORE. SHAKSPEARE SHAKSPEARE MILTON SHAKSPEARE COLLINS PATMORE. JOHN CLARE COWPER MILNES COWPER SCOTT DRYDEN RICHARD CRASHAW WORDSWORTH BEN JONSON BEN JONSON SHAKSPEARE ANONYMOUS BEN JONSON MILTON TENNYSON STERLING. LORD HERBERT BYRON BURNS. BURNS SHAKSPEARE BERKELEY WORDSWORTH MILTON. 22 165 335 176 63 266 459 512 56 6 67 268 62 30 276 95 66 177 434 436 184 34 145 248 99 360 62 456 223 509 518 160 219 3 93 51 76 520 510 169 160 460 63 456 182 145 463 404 449 276 46 364 130 180 221 269 268 440 505 269 271 133 132 272 203 279 278 203 521 225 389 268 You meaner beauties of the night Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and he sought me for his bride LADY ANNE LINDSAY Young Neuka plunged into the deep SHAKSPEARE You that can look through Heaven, and tell the stars BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown LOWELL |