and
light is come
When daffodils begin to peer,
When daisies pied and
violets blue,
When Hercules did use to spin
When icicles hang by
the wall
When love with unconfined wings
When o'er the hill the
Eastern star
When the British warrior queen
When the sheep are in
the fauld, when the kye 's come hame
When this old cap was new
When we two parted
Where gang ye, thou silly auld carle
Where
the bee sucks, there lurk I
While larks with little wing
Who is
Sylvia? what is she
Why does your brand so drop with blood
Why
do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears
Why so pale and wan, fond lover
With fingers weary and worn
Ye gentlemen of England
Ye little birds that sit and sing
Ye
mariners of England
You are old, father William, the young man
cried
You spotted snakes with double tongue
INDEX OF AUTHORS
ANONYMOUS
BARNARD, LADY ANNE
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER
BLAKE, WILLIAM
BLOOMFIELD, ROBERT
BRETON,
NICHOLAS
BROWNING, ROBERT
BURNS, ROBERT
BYRON, LORD
CAMPBELL, THOMAS
CAMPION, THOMAS
CAREW,
THOMAS
CAREY, HENRY
CHALKHILL, JOHN
CHATTERTON, THOMAS
CLOUGH, ARTHUR HUGH
COCKBURN, MRS
COLERIDGE, SAMUEL TAYLOR
COWPER, WILLIAM
CUNNINGHAM, ALLAN
DALRYMPLE, SIR DAVID
DIBDIN, CHARLES
DRAYTON,
MICHAEL
DUFFERIN, LADY
EDWARDES, RICHARD
FLETCHER, JOHN
GARRICK, DAVID
GAY, JOHN
GOLDSMITH, OLIVER
HAMILTON, WILLIAM
HEMANS, FELICIA
HERBERT,
GEORGE
HERRICK, ROBERT
HEYWOOD, THOMAS
HOGG, JAMES,
HOLCROFT, THOMAS
HOOD, THOMAS
HOUGHTON, LORD
JONSON, BEN
KEATS, JOHN
KINGSLEY, REV. CHARLES
LOVELACE, RICHARD
MACAULAY, LORD
MARLOWE, CHRISTOPHER
MICKLE, WILLIAM JULIUS
MOORE, THOMAS
NAIRNE, LADY
NASH, THOMAS
PARKER, MARTIN
PERCY, THOMAS
PROCTOR, B.W.
ROGERS, SAMUEL
ROSS, ALEXANDER
SCOTT, SIR WALTER
SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM
SHELLEY, PERCY BYSSHE
SHENSTONE, WILLIAM
SHIRLEY, JAMES
SIDNEY, SIR PHILIP
SOUTHEY,
ROBERT
STILL, JOHN
SUCKLING, SIR JOHN
TENNYSON, LORD
THACKERAY, WILLIAM MAKEPEACE
THOMPSON, JAMES
VAUX, LORD
WALLER, EDMUND
WEBSTER, JOHN
WITHER, GEORGE
WOLFE, CHARLES
WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM
WYATT, SIR THOMAS
SONGS AND BALLADS
MY SWETE SWETING
AH, my swete swetyng!
My lytyle prety swetyng,
My swetyng will
I love wherever I go;
She is so proper and pure,
Full stedfast, stabill
and demure,
There is none such, ye may be sure,
As my swete
swetyng.
In all this world, as thynketh me,
Is none so pleasant to my eye,
That I am glad soe ofte to see,
As my swete swetyng.
When I behold my swetyng swete,
Her face, her hands, her minion
fete,
They seme to me there is none so swete,
As my swete
swetyng.
Above all other prayse must I,
And love my pretty pygsnye,
For
none I fynd so womanly
As my swete swetyng.
_LORD VAUX_
THINKING
WHEN all is done and said,
In the end thus shall you find,
He most
of all doth bathe in bliss
That hath a quiet mind:
And, clear from
worldly cares,
To deem can be content
The sweetest time in all his
life
In thinking to be spent.
The body subject is
To fickle Fortune's power,
And to a million of
mishaps
Is casual every hour:
And Death in time doth change
It to
a clod of clay;
Whenas the mind, which is divine,
Runs never to
decay.
Companion none is like
Unto the mind alone;
For many have been
harmed by speech
Through thinking, few, or none.
Fear oftentimes
restraineth words,
But makes not thought to cease;
And he speaks
best that hath the skill
When for to hold his peace.
Our wealth leaves us at death;
Our kinsmen at the grave;
But
virtues of the mind unto
The heavens with us we have.
Wherefore,
for virtue's sake,
I can be well content,
The sweetest time of all my
life
To deem in thinking spent.
_RICHARD EDWARDES_
THE FALLING OUT OF FAITHFUL FRIENDS
IN going to my naked bed as one that would have slept,
I heard a wife
sing to her child, that long before had wept; She sighed sore, and sang
full sweet, to bring the babe to rest, That would not cease, but cried still,
in sucking at her breast. She was full weary of her watch, and grieved
with her child; She rocked it and rated it, till that on her it smiled:
Then did she say, Now have I found this proverb true to prove The
falling out of faithful friends, renewing is of love.
Then took I paper, pen, and ink, this proverb for to write, In register for
to remain, of such a worthy wight;
As she proceeded thus in song
unto her little brat,
Much matter uttered she of weight, in place
whereas she sat. And proved plain, there was no beast, nor creature
bearing life, Could well be known to live in love, without discord and
strife: Then kissèd she her little babe, and sware by God above,
The
falling out of faithful friends, renewing is of love.
She said that neither king, nor prince, nor lord could live aright, Until
their puissance they did prove, their manhood and their might; When
manhood shall be matched so that fear can take no place, Then weary
works make warriors each other to embrace,
And leave their force
that failed them, which did consume the rout, That might before have
lived in peace their time and nature out: Then did she sing as one that
thought no man could her reprove, The falling out of faithful friends,
renewing is of love.
She said she saw no fish, nor fowl, nor beast within her haunt, That met
a stranger in their kind, but could give it a taunt; Since flesh might not
endure for long, but rest must wrath succeed, And force
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