At the very beginning, Skelton's song to "Mistress Margery
Wentworth" had almost taken a place; but its charm is hardly fine
enough.
If it is necessary to answer the inevitable question in regard to
Byron, let me say that in another Anthology, a secondary Anthology,
the one in which Gray's Elegy would have an honourable place, some
more of Byron's lyrics would certainly be found; and except this
there is no apology. If the last stanza of the "Dying Gladiator"
passage, or the last stanza on the cascade rainbow at Terni,
"Love watching madness with unalterable mien,"
had been separate poems instead of parts of Childe Harold, they
would have been amongst the poems that are here collected in no
spirit of arrogance, or of caprice, of diffidence or doubt.
The volume closes some time before the middle of the century and
the death of Wordsworth.
A. M.
[As there would be considerable overlap between the poems in this
book and those already released by Project Gutenberg the text of
the poems is not included in this eText. The poems that Alice
selected are shown below and are followed by her comments on them.-
-DP]
Anonymous.
The first carol
Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618)
Verses before death
Edmund Spenser (1553-1599)
Easter
Fresh spring
Like as a ship
Epithalamion
John Lyly (1554?-1606)
The Spring
Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586)
True love
The moon
Kiss
Sweet judge
Sleep
Wat'red was my wine
Thomas Lodge (1556-1625)
Rosalynd's madrigal
Rosaline
The solitary shepherd's song
Anonymous
I saw my lady weep
George Peele (1558?-1597)
Farewell to arms
Robert Greene (1560?-1592)
Fawnia
Sephestia's song to her child
Christopher Marlowe (1562-1593)
The passionate shepherd to his love
Samuel Daniel (1562-1619)
Sleep
My spotless love
Michael Drayton (1563-1631)
Since there's no help
Joshua Sylvester (1563-1618)
Were I as base
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
O me! What eyes hath love put in my head
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
When in the chronicle of wasted time
That time of year thou may'st in me behold
How like a winter hath my absence been
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
They that have power to hurt, and will do
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye
The forward violet thus did I chide
O lest the world should task you to recite
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Fancy
Fairies
Come away
Full fathom five
Dirge (Fear no more the heat o' the sun)
Song (Take, O take those lips away)
Song (How should I your true love know)
Anonymous
Tom o' Bedlam
Thomas Campion (circa 1567-1620)
Kind are her answers
Laura
Her sacred bower
Follow
When thou must home
Western wind
Follow your saint
Cherry-ripe
Thomas Nash (1567-1601?)
Spring
John Donne (1573-1631)
This happy dream
Death
Hymn to God the father
The funeral
Richard Barnefield (1574?-?)
The nightingale
Ben Jonson (1574-1637)
Charis' triumph
Jealousy
Epitaph on Elizabeth L.
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