A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre, The winds all silent are, Beyond the hills, to shun his flaming wheels: And nothing wanting is, save She, alas ! W. Drummond of Hawthornden WH III TIME AND Love I HEN I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced When I have seen the hungry ocean gain When I have seen such interchange of state, Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate That Time will come and take my Love away : - This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose. W. Shakespeare IV 2 INCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, Schram, nality onways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, O how shall summer's honey breath hold out O fearful meditation! where, alack! O! none, unless this miracle have might, W. Shakespeare V THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE 'OME live with me and be my Love, That hills and valleys, dale and field, There will we sit upon the rocks There will I make thee beds of roses A gown made of the finest wool, A belt of straw and ivy buds Thy silver dishes for thy meat Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing C. Marlowe VI A MADRIGAL C RABBE 'RABBED Age and Youth Youth is full of pleasance, Youth like summer morn, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, Age is lame: Age is weak and cold, Youth is wild, and Age is tame :— Age, I do abhor thee, Youth, I do adore thee; O! my Love, my Love is young! O sweet shepherd, hie thee, For methinks thou stay'st too long. W. Shakespeare VII NDER the greenwood tree And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, And pleased with what he gets — Here shall he see No enemy But winter and tough weather. W. Shakespeare VIII T a lover and his lass It was a lover and a ho, and a hey-nonino! That o'er the green cornfield did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing hey ding a ding: Sweet lovers love the Spring. Between the acres of the rye This carol they began that hour, And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho and a hey-nonino ! For love is crowned with the prime Sweet lovers love the Spring. W. Shakespeare |