Then loud the warder blew his horn, And call'd till he was hoarse, "I see a bold knight, and on his shield bright Then down the lord of the castle came, "Oh! I am come from the Holy Land, And we have fought in the Holy Land, For with valiant might did the Christians fight, "Thou'rt welcome here, dear red-cross knight, And for the good tidings thou dost bring, For all in my castle shall rejoice That we've gain'd the victory; And the bells shall be rung, and the mass shall be sung, And the feast eat merrily! Percy's Reliques. EVENING SONG. SOFTLY fall the shades of evening, Softly fall the shades of evening Winds in gentle whispering murmurs W. H. Godfrey. FAIRIES' SONG. WHERE the bee sucks there lurk I, In a cowslip's bell I lie ; There I couch when owls do cry; On a bat's back do I fly, After sunset merrily Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. All we fairies that do roam, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Thorough flood, thorough fire Merrily, merrily, shall we live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Shakspeare. THE sun is down, the day gone by, And if upon its stillness fall The visions of a busy brain, We'll have our pleasure o'er again, To warm the heart, to charm the sight; Sweet dreams to all. Good night! good night! Miss Baillie. GOOD NIGHT. To each weary, toil-worn wight, Every aching brow reposes Peacefully till morning light. Good night! Home to rest! Close the eye and calm the breast: And the night calls, softly, "Haste So good night! Slumber on till morning light; (From the German ` Index. A. ...... A barking sound the shepherd hears PAGE Wordsworth 101 Mary Howitt 143 120 151 L. Hunt 79 Faber 157 A Happy New Year, saith the old church bell. A Lady a party of pleasure made Rückert 158 125 Hemans 185 .M. Colling 129 .... Southey 144 Barham 112 As slow and solemn yonder deepening knell.. Southey 107 ...... Pope 32 ..... At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears Beautiful nightingale! who shall portray .....Scott 45 Shakspeare 177 Blow, gentle gales.... Blow high, blow low.. Born of the bog and the stifling fog C. Calm is the fragrant air Wordsworth 30 72 Cold was the night-wind, drifting fast the snow.. Southey 82 Charming little valley Come away! Come away!. Come follow, follow me.. Come, peace of mind, delightful guest! Come, boys, sing!-sing of the yellow corn Shirley 174 Eastman 49 190 Cowper 138 Come, rude Boreas.. Come, Spring, O come Come, Patrick, clear up the storms on Come to the sunset tree! Content with poverty, my soul I arm.. Stevens 201 your brow Hon. Mrs. Norton 77 Hemans 95 Dryden 142 D. Dark and dismal as the tomb.. Darkness was deep'ning o'er the seas.. Day is past Dear boy, throw that icicle down Dear native regions, I foretell.. Caswall 105 65 Hemans 32 Bloomfield 85 Deserted by the waning moon.. Did you but know, when bathed in dew E. Exalting love, by the great Father.... F. Fair daffodils, we weep to see... Fair streamlet running ...Herrick 73 Fair Tree of Winter! fresh and flowering.. Montgomery 54 |