.

207

Agnes E. Glase 207

CXCII Three Kisses of Farewell

CXCIII Away, delights; go seek some other dwelling"

John Fletcher 209

CXCIV "I never gave a lock of hair away"

Elizabeth Barrett Browning 209

"Thou didst delight my eyes'

CXCV

CXCVI Genius in Beauty.

Robert Bridges

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

210

211

Christopher Marlowe

CXCVII Faustus to the Apparition of Helen

CXCVIII "My Damon was the first to wake" George Crabbe

CXCIX Jeanie Morrison

CC

211

212

William Motherwell 213

If there be any one can take my place"

CCIV "Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit'

E

LOVE'S TRAGEDIES

Sad and heavy was the love

That fell thir twa between.

Ballad of Clerk Saunders.

Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips,

Bidding adieu.

KEATS.

Thus piteously Love closed what he begat.

GEORGE MEREDITH.

B

I

AH me! for aught that ever I could read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth;

But either it was different in blood,

Or else misgraffèd in respect of years,

Or else it stood upon the choice of friends :
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentary as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,

That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say

66 Behold!" The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

II

HELEN OF KIRCONNELL

I WISH I were where Helen lies!
Night and day on me she cries;
O that I were where Helen lies,
On fair Kirconnell lea!

Curst be the heart that thought the thought,
And curst the hand that fired the shot,
When in my arms Burd Helen dropt,
And died to succour me!

O think na ye my heart was sair,

When my love dropt down and spak' nae mair! There did she swoon wi' meikle care,

On fair Kirconnell lea.

As I went down the water side,
None but my foe to be my guide,
None but my foe to be my guide,
On fair Kirconnell lea,

I lighted down, my sword did draw,
I hacked him in pieces sma',

I hacked him in pieces sma',

For her sake that died for me.

O Helen fair, beyond compare !
I'll make a garland of thy hair,
Shall bind my heart for evermair,
Until the day I die.

O that I were where Helen lies!
Night and day on me she cries;
Out of my bed she bids me rise,
Says, "Haste, and come to me!"

O Helen fair! O Helen chaste!
If I were with thee, I were blest,
Where thou lies low and takes thy rest,
On fair Kirconnell lea.