The wintry west extends his blast This army led by a delicate and tender prince This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Thou blossom bright with autumn dew Thou hast learned the woes of all the world 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. Three score o' nobles rade up the king's ha' Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back 'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more "Tis not in battles that from youth we train "Tis truth, although this truth's a star To be furious To beguile the time To be no more- sad cure To be or not to be, that is the question To fair Fidele's grassy tomb To heroism and holiness Toiling in the naked fields To keep the lamp alive To me men are for what they are. Toll for the brave. To the belfry one by one, went the ringers from the sun MRS. BROWNING To the Lords of Convention 404 True bard and simple, as the race SCOTT 449 276 When first thou didst entice to thee my heart When I a verse shall make When I consider how my light is spent When I do count the clock that tells the time When I love as some have told When Love with unconfined wings When Music, heavenly maid, was young When the radiant morn of creation broke When with the virgin morning thou dost rise. Where have ye been, ye ill woman? Where is Timarchus gone? Where like a pillow on a bed Where the bee sucks, there suck I Where the remote Bermudas ride Which I wish to remark. While from the purpling east departs While malice, Pope, denies thy page Whither midst falling dew. Who counts himself as nobly born Who can divine what impulses from God Who is the happy warrior Who is the honest man F. B. SANBORN SCOTT WORDSWORTH 154 321 5 322 GOETHE: TRANS. BY FROTH- 510 28 59 349 162 Young Neuha plunged into the deep Your grace shall pardon me LADY ANNE LINDSAY You meaner beauties of the night Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and he sought me for his MILTON TOM TAYLOR You that can look through Heaven, and tell the stars BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. BRYANT. 168 467 254 66 383 378 207 155 |