Winter. Annabel Lee To Mary Twist ye, Twine ye To Lucasta, on going to the Wars The Demon Lover . The Lawlands of Holland. The Valley of Unrest The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna St. Swithin's Chair Stanzas Written on the Road between Florence and Pisa. Barthram's Dirge R. Herrick Sir W. Scott Sir P. Sidney Sir W. Scott W. Cowper. Sir W. Scott Col. Lovelace 61 62 62 . 63 63 63 W. Shakespeare 64 E. A. Poe 65 C. Wolfe 66 67 67 61 Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border. To the Cuckoo W. Wordsworth 75 Alexander's Feast; or, the Power of The Passionate Shepherd to his Love . Unknown 76 Col. R. Lovelace 77 W. Wordsworth 78 C. Lamb. W. Collins 78 79 Sir W. Scott 81 Unknown 81 Sir W. Scott 83 H. W. Long fellow. 84 Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard On the Morning of Christ's Nativity Winter. Christabel . Yarrow Unvisited Yarrow Visited Sir Hugh; or, the Jew's Daughter A Lyke-Wake Dirge The Red Fisherman; or, the Devil's Decoy Boadicea (An Ode) On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford for Naples [1831]. W. Cowper 194 W. Cowper 195 Minstrelsy of the {South Border. 196 J. Milton T. Gray J. Milton J. Keats. 200 S. T. Coleridge 215 W. Wordsworth 223 W. Wordsworth 224 Anonymous 227 229 W. M. Praed 230 W. Cowper.. 236 W. Wordsworth 238 THE BLUE POETRY BOOK Nurse's Song WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies. No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, Besides in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all covered with sheep. Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, And then go home to bed. The little ones leap'd and shouted and laugh'd; W. BLAKE. B A Boy's Song WHERE the pools are bright and deep, Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the mowers mow the cleanest, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the hazel bank is steepest, Why the boys should drive away HOGG. I remember, I remember I I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, |