PR hePocts Lajireaitc ■of Endlajid s ■* •^ ^c. . ./ - ^^^. .-^^ '^. A^ v^^' ^r^ o 0' "^^ >>^^^ ^/. 0> s ^ ' ' ' '^ >^^ :. ,*-^ % <^'^:. .^" ^>. ■V ■^c. , ^^ / ;/;^r- V ^ . v> O ■\ v^^ -^c^. .$-<^. •S"^ % > .0 o -^ a\ -\I Arranged and Embellished with Designs and Drawings by LOLITA FERINE R. F. FENNO & COMPANY g-ii East i6th St , New York LIBRA *7V «« nONaRIESS Two Oool«s Recnived AUG 6 1904 H^(?ht Entry Born in London in 1573 Made Court Poet to James I in 1616 This appointment confirmed in 1630 Died 1637 r»ii% Reigns of James I and Charles I Cecelia (From "The Forest") RINK to me only with thine eyes; And I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss within the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. SENT thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honour- ing thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be, But thou thereon did'st only breathe, And send' St it back to me: Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. II SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT Born in Oxford in 1605 Made Laureate in 1637 Died in 1668 Reigns of Charles I and Charles II 13 15 'W"^ ^^ . y' m- -'^ / ^ •1^ ,^~. -^- - !| ,/ -^^v '• 1 > y' ' ^ A- 1 *'-'- y~ ^ 1^- XX ^'1 ^;1 HE lark now leaves his watery nest, And, climbing, shakes his dewey wings ; He takes this window for the east ; And to implore your light, he sings. Awake, awake ! the morn will never rise, Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes. The merchant bows unto the sea- man's star, The ploughman from the sun his season takes ; But still the lover wonders what they are, ho look for day before his mistress wakes. Awake, awake ! break through your veils of lawn, Then draw your curtains and begin the dawn. 17 19 ta0on anb 3S.eIigion (From *' Religio Laici") I IM as the borrowed beams of moon and stars, To lonely, weary, wan- dering travellers, Is Reason to the soul ; and as on high Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here, so Reason's glimmering ray W^as lent, not to assure our doubtful way. But to guide us upward to a better day. And as those nightly tapers disappear When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere, So pale grows Reason at Religion's sight, — So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light. 23 THOMAS SHADWELL Born in 1640 Made Laureate in i68g Died in i6ga Reign of William II 25 OW long must women wait in vain A constant love to find? No art can fickle man retain, Or fix a roving mind. Yet, fondly we ourselves de- ceive, And empty hopes pursue ; Though false to others, we believe They will to us prove true. 39 UT oh ! the torment to discern A perjured lover gone; And yet by sad ex- perience learn That we must still love on. How strangely are we fool'd by fate Who tread the maze of love; When most desirous to retreat, We know not how to move. 31 •if 33 pf 35irtj) of ej)ri0t 35 HILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. '' Fear not," said he (for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind); " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind." 37 O you in David's town this day, Is born of David's line, Tlic Saviour, wlio is Christ the Lord, And this shall be the sign : '* The heavenly Babe you there shall find To human view display'd, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid." HUS spake the Seraph ; and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, and thus Addressed their joyful song: "All glory be to God on high. And to the earth be peace ; Good-will henceforth from Heaven to men Begin, and never cease !*' 41 NICHOLAS ROWP: Born in Bedfordshire in 1G74 Madt; I^aurcatc in 1715 Died in 1718 Reign of George I 43 oivii0.!a.a). W\}i\t ingmg 4S '^, ^ Xr»- /: HAT charms in mc-lody rirc^ Ibund ^Vo so It en every pain ! How do we eateli the pleasinj^ sound, And leel th(^ soothinp; strain ! Still when I lu'.ar thee, O, iny fair, I bid my heart rejoice ; I shake off every sullen care, For sorrow flies Ihy voice. 47 HE seasons Philomel obey Whate'er they hear her sing; She bids the Winter fly away, And she recalls the Spring. ixii Ti im nrn orge II S3 MARVELOUS child most precious sweet, For deeds heroic, glorious from his birth. The Rhine, the wide- spread Earth, His praises send most meet. His deeds to mountains name Have lent since here to earth he came. Streams which in silence flowed obscure before, Sweird by his conquests, proudly learned to roar. 55 to i|is iWajestp for tjjeJftetD gear 59 NCE more the ever- circling sun Through the celestial signs has run; Again old Time inverts his glass, And bids the annual Seasons pass. The youthful Spring shall call for birth, And glad with opening flowers the earth; Fair Summer load with sheaves the field. And golden fruits shall Autumn yield: Each, to the \A^inter's want, their stores shall bring Till warmer genial suns recall the Spring. 6i 6i n tf)e Mxt^U]^ of a goung 2.ab^ jFour ©ears #lti 65 LD creeping Time, with silent tread, Has stoFn four years o'er Molly's head. The rose-bud opens on her cheek, The meaning eyes begin to speak ; And in each smiling look is seen The innocence which plays within. Nor is the faltering tongue confined To lisp the dawnings of the mind. But fair and full her words convey The little all they have to say ; 67 ND each fond parent, as they fall, Find volumes in their little all. May every charm which now appears. Increase, and brighten with her years ! And may that same old creep- ing Time Go on till she has reached her prime. Then, like a master of his trade. Stand still, not hurt the work he made. 69 w ^ 11 THOMAS WARTON |l 1 • mH^ Born in Hampshire in 1728 ^^^^^ Made Laureate 1785 m Died in 1790 i u Reign of George III 1 71 73 this my pensive pillow, gentle Sleep! Descend in all thy downy plumage dress ; Wipe with thy wing these eyes that wake to weep, And place thy crown of poppies on my breast. O steep my sense in oblivion's balm, And soothe my throbbing pulse with lenient hand; Thus tempest of my boiling blood becalm ! Despair grows mild at the supreme command. 75 77 !)e gear 79 OD of our father's rise, And through the thundering skies Thy vengeance urge; In awful justice red, Be thy dread arrows sped, But guard our Monarch's head, God save great George. 8i TILL on our Albion smile, Still, o'er this favoured isle, O, spread thy wing ! To make each blessing sure, To make our fame endure. To make our rights secure, God save our King! 83 Born in Bristol in 1774 Made Laureate in 1813 Died in 1843 Reigns of George III, George IV William IV and Victoria 85 \)t ebb^tKtbe 87 m '" ' ^^SBH^^^^HjIl^wi^ \ZI3S^^^^^^^ Ipr' '" - Ba \ ^ LOWLY the flowing tide Came in, old Avon! Scarcely did mine eyes, As watchfully I roamed thy greenwood side, Perceive its gentle rise. With many a stroke and strong The labouring boatmen upward plied their oars ; Yet little way they made, though labouring long Between thy winding shores. 89 OW down thine ebbing tide The unlaboured boat falls rapidly along ; The solitary helmsman sits to guide, And sings an idle song. Now o'er the rocks that lay So silent late the shallow cur- rent roars : Fast flow thy waters on their seaward way Through wider-spreading shores. 91 VON, I gaze and know The lesson emblemed in thy varying way ; It speaks of human joys that rise so slow, So rapidly decay. Kingdoms which long have stood And slow to strength and power attained at last. Thus from the summit of high fortune's flood, They ebb to ruin fast. 05 HUS like thy flow appears Time's tardy course to manhood's envied stage, Alas! how hurryingly the ebbing years Then hasten to old age. 95 97 crtptions. ^upposeti to jjabe htm founb in a j)ermtt's cell 99 OPES, what are they? Beads of morning Strung on slender blades of grass Or a spider's web adorning In a straight and treacherous pass. What are fears but voices airy ? Whisperings where harm is not: And deluding the unwary, Till the fatal bolt is shot! lOI HAT is glory ?— In the socket I See how dying tapers fare! What is pride? — A whizzing rocket That would emulate a star. What is friendship ? — Do not trust her, Nor the vow which she has made ; Diamonds dart their brightest lustre From a palsey shaken head. 103 HAT is truth?— A staff rejected; Duty ?— An unwel- come clog; Joy ? — A moon by fits reflected In a swamp or watery bog. Bright as if through ether steering, To the traveller's eye it shone : He hath hailed it reappearing- And as quickly it is gone. 105 UCH is joy— as quickly hidden Or mishapen to the sight, And by sullen weeds forbidden To resume its native light. What is youth?— A dancing billow, (Winds behind, and rocks before! ) Age?— A drooping, tottering willow On a flat and lazy shore. 107 HAT is peace ?_When pain is over, And love ceases to rebel, Let the last faint sight discover That precedes the passing knell ! 109 Reign of Victoria III "3 REAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad. That he sings in his boat on the bay! "5 ND the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But, O for the touch of a vanished hand And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break. At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. 117 •if 119 OOD NIGHT ! Now dwindle wan and low The embers of the after glow, And slowly over leaf and lawn Is twilight's dewy curtain drawn. The slouching vixen leaves her lair And, prowling, sniffs the tell- tale air; The frogs croak louder in the dyke. And all the trees seem dark alike ; The bee is drowsing in the comb. The sharded beetle hath gone home; Good night. "3 OOD NIGHT! The hawk is in his nest, And the last rook hath dropped to rest ; There is no hum, no chirp, no bleat ; No rustle in the meadow sweet ; The woodbine, somewhere out of sight. Sweetens the loneliness of night ; The Sister Stars that once were seven. 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