Tailpiece. Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair Only bend thy knee to me JOHN GILBERT The hart above the rest, the hunter's noblest game GEORGE THOMAS HARRISON WEIR 81 84 86 87 89 Come let us go a-Maying Sweet country life. The heifer, cow, and ox draw near St. Augustine and Monica. JOSEPH NASH E. M. WIMPERIS ΙΟΙ . 103 104 E. M. WIMPERIS With Cherubim and Seraphim to sing thy praise. JOHN FRANKLIN I love the sea, she is my fellow-creature The highest honours that the world could boast Tailpiece. Thrice happy he who by some shady grove Thrice, oh thrice happy, shepherd's life and state. Summons all her sweet powers for a note To war and arms I fly Where Thames among the wanton valleys strays. C. STONEHOUSE River wealth and beauty. Milton's home Hence, loathed Melancholy Mirth, admit me of thy crew Till the dappled dawn doth rise . 160 F. PICKERSGILL And the milkmaid singeth blithe Such sights as youthful poets dream For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime. To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new Vulcan, contrive me such a cup Oye groves and crystal fountains. When first thy eyes unveil Sun (Morning Hymn) The rising Moon (Evening Hymn) A Robin's requiem Drawn by H. J. TOWNSEND R. REDGRAVE T. CRESWICK JOHN GILBERT JOHN GILBERT. E. M. WIMPERIS Meanwhile he smokes, and laughs at merry tales. F. TAYLER Down bend the banks, the trees depending grow His youthful face grew more serenely sweet. Taught the doubtful battle where to rage E. DUNCAN 238 J. H. HILL 240 The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands GEORGE THOMAS GEORGE THOMAS R. REDGRAVE 273 . 275 277 282 Tailpiece. The grave-yard . And hamlets brown, and dim discovered spires Full many a flower is born to blush unseen On some fond breast the parting soul relies. . Drawn by T. KENNEDY GEORGE THOMAS Slow through the church-way path we saw him BIRKET FOSTER borne The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade. Amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd skill. E. V. B.. T. KENNEDY T. CRESWICK T. CRESWICK F. TAYLER C. STONEHOUSE J. C. HORSLEY. F. TAYLER C. W. COPE T. CRESWICK T. WEBSTER . F. TAYLER T. CRESWICK C. W. COPE. The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake As rocks resist the billows and the sky And then his enemies began. They have taken his very heart's blood In every object here I see. Now see him mounted once again. “Stop, stop, John Gilpin!—here's the house! Whereat his horse did snort, as he The cast-away at sea. Yet stay, fair lady : rest awhile G. E. HICKS E. K. JOHNSON GEORGE THOMAS Drawn by Page T. CRESWICK 338 T. CRESWICK 338 C. W. COPE. 339 340 T. CRESWICK BIRKET FOSTER . Wi kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben . The soldier's return Soldier's cap and laurel . Though the tempest top-gallant masts smack And fondly whispered, "Thou must go to rest!" The sculptured dead on each side seemed to freeze. Her maiden eyes divine, fix'd on the floor And grasp'd his fingers in her palsied hand He follow'd through a lowly arched way While legion'd fairies paced the coverlet . She turn'd, and down the aged gossip led As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon On golden dishes, and in baskets bright. GEORGE THOMAS C. W. COPE. BIRKET FOSTER E. DUNCAN 408 BIRKET FOSTER 436 437 . No wheels support the diving, pointed share Albatross and angel It is an ancient Mariner, and he stoppeth one of E. H. Wehnert three Before her goes the merry minstrelsy. For food or play, came to the mariners' hollo! E. H. WEHNERT E. DUNCAN 484 485 491 492 E. H. WEHNERT E. H. WEHNERT E. DUNCAN recky E. H. WEHNERT E. H. WEHNERT vixt} E. DUNCAN I heard, and in my soul discerned two voices in The moon was high; the dead men stood together I heard them talk, Why, this is strange, I trow! 496 497 • 498 500 E. H. WEHNERT |