'Tis said that some have died for love The pet lamb Stepping westward The childless father Ode on intimations of immortality Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832) Proud Maisie A weary lot is thine The Maid of Neidpath Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) Kubla Khan Youth and age The rime of the ancient mariner Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864) Rose Aylmer Epitaph Child of a day Thomas Campbell (1767-1844) Hohenlinden Earl March Charles Lamb (1775-1835) Hester Allan Cunningham (1784-1842) A wet sheet and a flowing sea George Noel Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1823) The Isles of Greece Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) Hellas Wild with weeping To the night To a skylark To the moon The question The waning moon Ode to the west wind Rarely, rarely comest thou The invitation, to Jane The recollection Ode to heaven Life of life Autumn Stanzas written in dejection near Naples Dirge for the year A widow bird The two spirits John Keats (1795-1821) La Belle Dame sans merci On first looking into Chapman's Homer To sleep The gentle south Last sonnet Ode to a nightingale Ode on a Grecian urn Ode to Autumn Ode to Psyche Ode to Melancholy Hartley Coleridge (1796-1849) She is not fair
ALICE MEYNELL'S COMMENTS/NOTES
EPITHALAMION
Written by Spensor on his marriage in Ireland, Elizabeth Boyle of Kilcoran, who survived him, married one Roger Seckerstone, and was again a widow.Dr.Grosart seems to have finally decided the identity of the heroine of this great poem.It is worth while to explain, once for all, that I do not use the accented e for the longer pronunciation of the past participle.The accent is not an English sign, and, to my mind, disfigures the verse; neither do I think it necessary to cut off the e with an apostrophe when the participle is shortened.The reader knows at a glance how the word is to be numbered; besides, he may have his preferences where choice is allowed.In reading such a line as Tennyson's"Dear as remembered kisses after death,"
one man likes the familiar sound of the word "remembered" as we all speak it now; another takes pleasure in the four light syllables filling the line so full.Tennyson uses the apostrophe as a rule, but neither he nor any other author is quite consistent.
ROSALYND'S MADRIGAL
It may please the reader to think that this frolic, rich, and delicate singer was Shakespeare's very Rosalind.From Dr.Thomas Lodge's novel, Euphues' Golden Legacy, was taken much of the story, with some of the characters, and some few of the passages, of As You Like It.
ROSALINE
This splendid poem (from the same romance), written on the poet's voyage to the Islands of Terceras and the Canaries, has the fire and freshness of the south and the sea; all its colours are clear.The reader's ear will at once teach him to read the sigh "heigh ho" so as to give the first syllable the time of two (long and short).
FAREWELL TO ARMS
George Peele's four fine stanzas (which must be mentioned asdedicated to Queen Elizabeth, but are better without that dedication) exist in another form, in the first person, and with some archaisms smoothed.But the third person seems to be far more touching, the old man himself having done with verse.
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD
The sixth stanza is perhaps by Izaak Walton.TAKE, O TAKE THOSE LIPS AWAYThe author of this exquisite song is by no means certain.The second stanza is not with the first in Shakespeare, but it is in Beaumont and Fletcher.
KIND ARE HER ANSWERS
These verses are a more subtle experiment in metre by the musician and poet, Campion, than even the following, Laura, which he himself sweetly commended as "voluble, and fit to express any amorous conceit." In Kind are her Answers the long syllables and the trochaic movement of the short lines meet the contrary movement of the rest, with an exquisite effect of flux and reflux.The "dancers" whose time they sang must have danced (with Perdita) like "a wave of the sea."DIRGE
I have followed the usual practice in omitting the last and less beautiful stanza.
FOLLOW
Campion's "airs," for which he wrote his words, laid rules too urgent upon what would have been a delicate genius in poetry.The airs demanded so many stanzas; but they gave his imagination leave to be away, and they depressed and even confused his metrical play, hurting thus the two vital spots of poetry.Many of the stanzas for music make an unlucky repeating pattern with the poor variety that a repeating wall-paper does not attempt.And yet Campion began again and again with the onset of a true poet.Take, for example, the poem beginning with the vitality of this line, "touching in its majesty"-"Awake, thou spring of speaking grace; mute rest becomes not thee!"Who would have guessed that the piece was to close in a jogging stanza containing a reflection on the fact that brutes are speechless, withthese two final lines -
"If speech be then the best of graces, Doe it not in slumber smother!" Campion yields a curious collection of beautiful first lines.
"Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me"is far finer than anything that follows.So is there a single gloom in this-
"Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow!" And a single joy in this -"Oh, what unhoped-for sweet supply!"
Another solitary line is one that by its splendour proves Campion theauthor of Cherry Ripe -
"A thousand cherubim fly in her looks."
