After dark vapors have oppressed our plains Ah! leave the smoke, the wealth, the roar Ah! my heart is weary waiting "Alas, the wo! alas, the painés strong' Alas! they had been friends in youth All day long and every day All eyes were on Enceladus's face All in our marriage garden All in the downs the fleet was moor'd All June I bound the rose in sheaves All the world's a stage. All their pipes were still All thoughts, all passions, all delights All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom Allow'd to settle on celestial eyes All's for the best! be sanguine and cheerful None-with one fair star for company Samuel Lover William Wordsworth William Drummond Robert Nicoll. Thomas Lovell Beddoes Frederick Locker William Shakespeare John Dryden George Gordon, Lord Byron Menella Bute Smedley Edmund Spenser Hartley Coleridge 577 583 21 480 John Dryden 108 45 James Montgomery Robert Burns 387 408 Robert Burns. 241 Ancient of days! august Athena! where. And canst thou, mother, for a moment think And is there care in Heaven? and is there love? And is this the old mill-stream that ten years ago And thou art dead, as young and fair And thou hast walk'd about (how strange a story!) Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow As at noon Dulcina rested. As if artillery and edge-tools As one that for a weary space has lain As rising on its purple wing As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay. As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side As this my carnal robe grows old As thro' the land at eve we went As when far off the warbled strains are heard Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea Ask me why I send you here. . At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise At morn, beside yon summer sea At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly Authority is a disease and cure Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Ay me! what perils do environ Ay, but to die, and go we know not where Be then thine own home, and in thyself dwell Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead Beauty -thou pretty plaything, dear deceit Before the starry threshold of Jove's court Behold the ways Being your slave, what should I do but tend Believe me, if all those endearing young charms Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way Between two golden tufts of summer grass Beware, exulting youth, beware Beyond the shadow of the ship Bird of the wilderness PAGE. But love, first learned in a lady's eyes But who the melodies of morn can tell? Can tyrants but by tyrants conquered be Children, keep up that harmless play Clarkson! it was an obstinate hill to climb Come, Father of the Hamlet! grasp again Come into the garden, Maud Come, little infant, love me now Come live with me, and be my love Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged! Could great men thunder Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas Courage! " he said, and pointed toward the land Dark, deep, and cold the current flows Daughter of Jove, relentless pow'r Deceiving world, that with alluring toys Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Deep on the convent-roof the snows Defeating oft the labors of the year Degenerate Douglas! O the unworthy lord! Die down, O dismal day, and let me live Eternal Spirit of the chainless mind! Evening, as slow thy placid shades descend Fair clime! where every season smiles Fair maid, had I not heard thy baby cries Far town-ward sounds of distant tread Fare thee well, great heart! Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness. Farewell to Mackenneth, great Earl of the North braes Fly from the press, and dwell with soothfastness Fools are known by looking wise For, this ye know well, tho' I wouldin lie For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich From life without freedom, oh! who would not fly? From the forests and highlands From walk to walk, from shade to shade. Full on this casement shone the wintry moon Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star He could raise scruples dark and nice He had played for his lordship's levee 413 He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend He that outlives this day, and comes safe home He that runs may fight again He that will win his dame must do He touched his harp, and nations heard, entranced He turned not- spoke not-sunk not-fixed his look He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate Hence, all your vain delights Hence loathed melancholy Hence vain deluding joys Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee Her lily hand, her rosy cheek lies under Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling Here be grapes whose lusty blood Here first I entered, though with toil and pain Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue. Here's the bower she loved so much Here unmolested, through whatever sign Here, when precipitate Spring with one light bound Higher, higher will we climb His sorrow was my sorrow, and his joy "Ho, sailor of the sea! Hollow is the oak beside the sunny waters drooping Home they brought her warrior dead Honor is like a widow, won William Shakespeare George Gordon, Lord Byron George Gordon, Lord Byron Elizabeth Barrett Browning John Fletcher John Milton John Milton William Shakespeare John Fletcher Robert Southey William Cowper Walter Savage Landor James Montgomery George Eliot Sydney Dobell Lord Lytton 55 227 34 392 340 204 Thomas Moore Alfred Tennyson 504 541 102 116 Joseph Addison Thomas Campbell Sir Henry Wotton How sleep the brave, who sink to rest 274 |