Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
Contents
BOOK FIRST | |
I. | Spring. T. Nash |
II. | Summons to Love. W. Drummond of Hawthornden |
III. | Time and Love. W. Shakespeare |
IV. | Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea. W. Shakespeare |
V. | Passionate Shepherd to His Love. C. Marlowe |
VI. | A Madrigal. W. Shakespeare |
VII. | Under the greenwood tree. W. Shakespeare |
VIII. | It was a lover and his lass. W. Shakespeare |
IX. | Present in Absence. Anonymous |
X. | Absence. W. Shakespeare |
XI. | How like a winter hath my absence been. W. Shakespeare |
XII. | A Consolation. W. Shakespeare |
XIII. | Unchangeable. W. Shakespeare |
XIV. | To me, fair Friend, you never can be old. W. Shakespeare |
XV. | Diaphenia. H. Constable |
XVI. | Rosaline. T. Lodge |
XVII. | Colin. The Shepherd Tonie |
XVIII. | To His Love. W. Shakespeare |
XIX. | When in the chronicle of wasted time. W. Shakespeare |
XX. | Love’s Perjuries. W. Shakespeare |
XXI. | A Supplication. Sir T. Wyatt |
XXII. | To Aurora. W. Alexander, Earl of Sterline |
XXIII. | Man’s Love. W. Shakespeare |
XXIV. | A Ditty. Sir P. Sidney |
XXV. | Love’s Omnipresence. J. Sylvester |
XXVI. | Carpe Diem. W. Shakespeare |
XXVII. | Winter. W. Shakespeare |
XXVIII. | That time of year thou may’st in me behold. W. Shakespeare |
XXIX. | Remembrance. W. Shakespeare |
XXX. | Revolutions. W. Shakespeare |
XXXI. | Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing. W. Shakespeare |
XXXII. | Life without Passion. W. Shakespeare |
XXXIII. | Lover’s Appeal. Sir T. Wyatt |
XXXIV. | Nightingale. R. Barnefield |
XXXV. | Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night. S. Daniel |
XXXVI. | Madrigal. W. Shakespeare |
XXXVII. | Love’s Farewell. M. Drayton |
XXXVIII. | To His Lute. W. Drummond |
XXXIX. | Blind Love. W. Shakespeare |
XL. | Unfaithful Shepherdess. Anonymous |
XLI. | A Renunciation. E. Vere, Earl of Oxford |
XLII. | Blow, blow, thou winter wind. W. Shakespeare |
XLIII. | Madrigal. W. Drummond |
XLIV. | Dirge of Love. W. Shakespeare |
XLV. | Fidele. W. Shakespeare |
XLVI. | A Sea Dirge. W. Shakespeare |
XLVII. | A Land Dirge. J. Webster |
XLVIII. | Post Mortem. W. Shakespeare |
XLIX. | Triumph of Death. W. Shakespeare |
L. | Madrigal. W. Shakespeare |
LI. | Cupid and Campaspe. J. Lyly |
LII. | Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day. T. Heywood |
LIII. | Prothalamion. E. Spenser |
LIV. | Happy Heart. T. Dekker |
LV. | Sic Transit. W. Drummond |
LVI. | Soul and Body. W. Shakespeare |
LVII. | Life. Lord Bacon |
LVIII. | Lessons of Nature. W. Drummond |
LIX. | Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move? W. Drummond |
LX. | World’s Way. W. Shakespeare |
LXI. | Saint John Baptist. W. Drummond |
BOOK SECOND | |
LXII. | Ode on the Morning of Christ’s Nativity. J. Milton |
LXIII. | Song for St. Cecilia’s Day, 1687. J. Dryden |
LXIV. | On the Late Massacre in Piemont. J. Milton |
LXV. | Horatian Ode upon Cromwell’s Return from Ireland. A. Marvell |
LXVI. | Lycidas. J. Milton |
LXVII. | On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey. F. Beaumont |
LXVIII. | Last Conqueror. J. Shirley |
LXIX. | Death the Leveller. J. Shirley |
LXX. | When the Assault Was Intended to the City. J. Milton |
LXXI. | On His Blindness. J. Milton |
LXXII. | Character of a Happy Life. Sir H. Wotton |
LXXIII. | Noble Nature. B. Jonson |
LXXIV. | Gifts of God. G. Herbert |
LXXV. | Retreat. H. Vaughan |
LXXVI. | To Mr. Lawrence. J. Milton |
LXXVII. | To Cyriack Skinner. J. Milton |
LXXVIII. | Hymn to Diana. B. Jonson |
LXXIX. | Wishes for the Supposed Mistress. R. Crashaw |
LXXX. | Great Adventurer. Anonymous |
LXXXI. | Child and Maiden. Sir C. Sedley |
LXXXII. | Counsel to Girls. R. Herrick |
LXXXIII. | To Lucasta, on Going to the Wars. Colonel Lovelace |
LXXXIV. | Elizabeth of Bohemia. Sir H. Wotton |
LXXXV. | To the Lady Margaret Ley. J. Milton |
LXXXVI. | Loveliness of Love. Anonymous |
LXXXVII. | True Beauty. T. Carew |
LXXXVIII. | To Dianeme. R. Herrick |
LXXXIX. | Go, lovely Rose! E. Waller |
XC. | To Celia. B. Jonson |
XCI. | Cherry-Ripe. Anonymous |
XCII. | Poetry of Dress. R. Herrick |
XCIII. | Whenas in silks my Julia goes. R. Herrick |
XCIV. | My Love in her attire doth show her wit. Anonymous |
XCV. | On a Girdle. E. Waller |
XCVI. | To Anthea Who May Command Him Any Thing. R. Herrick |
XCVII. | Love not me for comely grace. Anonymous |
XCVIII. | Not, Celia, that I juster am. Sir C. Sedley |
XCIX. | To Althea from Prison. Colonel Lovelace |
C. | To Lucasta, Going beyond the Seas. Colonel Lovelace |
CI. | Encouragements to a Lover. Sir J. Suckling |
CII. | A Supplication. A. Cowley |
CIII. | Manly Heart. G. Wither |
CIV. | Melancholy. J. Fletcher |
CV. | To a Lock of Hair. Sir W. Scott |
CVI. | Forsaken Bride. Anonymous |
CVII. | Fair Helen. Anonymous |
CVIII. | Twa Corbies. Anonymous |
CIX. | To Blossoms. R. Herrick |
CX. | To Daffodils. R. Herrick |
CXI. | Thoughts in a Garden. A. Marvell |
CXII. | L’Allegro. J. Milton |
CXIII. | Il Penseroso. J. Milton |
CXIV. | Song of the Emigrants in Bermuda. A. Marvell |
CXV. | At a Solemn Music. J. Milton |
CXVI. | Alexander’s Feast; or, the Power of Music. J. Dryden |
BOOK THIRD | |
CXVII. | Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude. T. Gray |
CXVIII. | Quiet Life. A. Pope |
CXIX. | Blind Boy. C. Cibber |
CXX. | On a Favourite Cat Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes. T. Gray |
CXXI. | To Charlotte Pulteney. A. Philips |
CXXII. | Rule, Britannia. J. Thomson |
CXXIII. | Bard. T. Gray |
CXXIV. | Ode Written in 1746. W. Collins |
CXXV. | Lament for Culloden. R. Burns |
CXXVI. | Lament for Flodden. J. Elliott |
CXXVII. | Braes of Yarrow. J. Logan |
CXXVIII. | Willie Drowned in Yarrow. Anonymous |
CXXIX. | Loss of the “Royal George.” W. Cowper |
CXXX. | Black-Eyed Susan. J. Gay |
CXXXI. | Sally in Our Alley. H. Carey |
CXXXII. | A Farewell. R. Burns |
CXXXIII. | If doughty deeds my lady please. R. Graham of Gartmore |
CXXXIV. | To a Young Lady. W. Cowper |
CXXXV. | Sleeping Beauty. S. Rogers |
CXXXVI. | For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove. J. Thomson |
CXXXVII. | Merchant, to secure his treasure. M. Prior |
CXXXVIII. | When lovely woman stoops to folly. O. Goldsmith |
CXXXIX. | Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon. R. Burns |
CXL. | Progress of Poesy. T. Gray |
CXLI. | Passions. W. Collins |
CXLII. | Ode on the Spring. T. Gray |
CXLIII. | Poplar Field. W. Cowper |
CXLIV. | To a Mouse. R. Burns |
CXLV. | A Wish. S. Rogers |
CXLVI. | To Evening. W. Collins |
CXLVII. | Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard. T. Gray |
CXLVIII. | Mary Morison. R. Burns |
CXLIX. | Bonnie Lesley. R. Burns |
CL. | O my Luve’s like a red, red rose. R. Burns |
CLI. | Highland Mary. R. Burns |
CLII. | Auld Robin Gray. Lady A. Lindsay |
CLIII. | Duncan Gray. R. Burns |
CLIV. | Sailor’s Wife. W. J. Mickle |
CLV. | Jean. R. Burns |
CLVI. | John Anderson. R. Burns |
CLVII. | Land o’ the Leal. Lady Nairn |
CLVIII. | Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College. T. Gray |
CLIX. | Hymn to Adversity. T. Gray |
CLX. | Solitude of Alexander Selkirk. W. Cowper |
CLXI. | To Mary Unwin. W. Cowper |
CLXII. | To the Same. W. Cowper |
CLXIII. | Dying Man in His Garden. G. Sewell |
CLXIV. | To-Morrow. J. Collins |
CLXV. | Life! I know not what thou art. A. L. Barbauld |
BOOK FOURTH | |
CLXVI. | On First Looking into Chapman’s “Homer.” J. Keats |
CLXVII. | Ode on the Poets. J. Keats |
CLXVIII. | Love. S. T. Coleridge |
CLXIX. | All for Love. Lord Byron |
CLXX. | Outlaw. Sir W. Scott |
CLXXI. | There be none of Beauty’s daughters. Lord Byron |
CLXXII. | Lines to an Indian Air. P. B. Shelley |
CLXXIII. | She walks in beauty, like the night. Lord Byron |
CLXXIV. | She was a Phantom of delight. W. Wordsworth |
CLXXV. | She is not fair to outward view. H. Coleridge |
CLXXVI. | I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden. P. B. Shelley |
CLXXVII. | Lost Love. W. Wordsworth |
CLXXVIII. | I travell’d among unknown men. W. Wordsworth |
CLXXIX. | Education of Nature. W. Wordsworth |
CLXXX. | A slumber did my spirit seal. W. Wordsworth |
CLXXXI. | Lord Ullin’s Daughter. T. Campbell |
CLXXXII. | Jock of Hazeldean. Sir W. Scott |
CLXXXIII. | Freedom and Love. T. Campbell |
CLXXXIV. | Love’s Philosophy. P. B. Shelley |
CLXXXV. | Echoes. T. Moore |
CLXXXVI. | A Serenade. Sir W. Scott |
CLXXXVII. | To the Evening Star. T. Campbell |
CLXXXVIII. | To the Night. P. B. Shelley |
CLXXXIX. | To a Distant Friend. W. Wordsworth |
CXC. | When we two parted. Lord Byron |
CXCI. | Happy Insensibility. J. Keats |
CXCII. | Where shall the lover rest. Sir W. Scott |
CXCIII. | La Belle Dame Sans Merci. J. Keats |
CXCIV. | Rover. Sir W. Scott |
CXCV. | Flight of Love. P. B. Shelley |
CXCVI. | Maid of Neidpath. Sir W. Scott |
CXCVII. | Maid of Neidpath. T. Campbell |
CXCVIII. | Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art. J. Keats |
CXCIX. | Terror of Death. J. Keats |
CC. | Desideria. W. Wordsworth |
CCI. | At the mid hour of night. T. Moore |
CCII. | Elegy on Thyrza. Lord Byron |
CCIII. | One word is too often profaned. P. B. Shelley |
CCIV. | Gathering Song of Donald the Black. Sir W. Scott |
CCV. | A wet sheet and a flowing sea. A. Cunningham |
CCVI. | Ye Mariners of England. T. Campbell |
CCVII. | Battle of the Baltic. T. Campbell |
CCVIII. | Ode to Duty. W. Wordsworth |
CCIX. | On the Castle of Chillon. Lord Byron |
CCX. | England and Switzerland, 1802. W. Wordsworth |
CCXI. | On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic. W. Wordsworth |
CCXII. | London, 1802. W. Wordsworth |
CCXIII. | Same. W. Wordsworth |
CCXIV. | When I have borne in memory what has tamed. W. Wordsworth |
CCXV. | Hohenlinden. T. Campbell |
CCXVI. | After Blenheim. R. Southey |
CCXVII. | Pro Patria Mori. T. Moore |
CCXVIII. | Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna. C. Wolfe |
CCXIX. | Simon Lee, the Old Huntsman. W. Wordsworth |
CCXX. | Old Familiar Faces. C. Lamb |
CCXXI. | Journey Onwards. T. Moore |
CCXXII. | Youth and Age. Lord Byron |
CCXXIII. | A Lesson. W. Wordsworth |
CCXXIV. | Past and Present. T. Hood |
CCXXV. | Light of Other Days. T. Moore |
CCXXVI. | Invocation. P. B. Shelley |
CCXXVII. | Stanzas Written in Dejection near Naples. P. B. Shelley |
CCXXVIII. | Scholar. R. Southey |
CCXXIX. | Mermaid Tavern. J. Keats |
CCXXX. | Pride of Youth. Sir W. Scott |
CCXXXI. | Bridge of Sighs. T. Hood |
CCXXXII. | Elegy. Lord Byron |
CCXXXIII. | Hester. C. Lamb |
CCXXXIV. | Coronach. Sir W. Scott |
CCXXXV. | Deathbed. T. Hood |
CCXXXVI. | Rosabelle. Sir W. Scott |
CCXXXVII. | On an Infant Dying as Soon as Born. C. Lamb |
CCXXXVIII. | Affliction of Margaret. W. Wordsworth |
CCXXXIX. | Hunting Song. Sir W. Scott |
CCXL. | To the Skylark. W. Wordsworth |
CCXLI. | To a Skylark. P. B. Shelley |
CCXLII. | Green Linnet. W. Wordsworth |
CCXLIII. | To the Cuckoo. W. Wordsworth |
CCXLIV. | Ode to a Nightingale. J. Keats |
CCXLV. | Upon Westminster Bridge. W. Wordsworth |
CCXLVI. | Ozymandias of Egypt. P. B. Shelley |
CCXLVII. | Composed at Neidpath Castle. W. Wordsworth |
CCXLVIII. | Admonition to a Traveller. W. Wordsworth |
CCXLIX. | To the Highland Girl of Inversnaid. W. Wordsworth |
CCL. | Reaper. W. Wordsworth |
CCLI. | Reverie of Poor Susan. W. Wordsworth |
CCLII. | To a Lady, with a Guitar. P. B. Shelley |
CCLIII. | Daffodils. W. Wordsworth |
CCLIV. | To the Daisy. W. Wordsworth |
CCLV. | Ode to Autumn. J. Keats |
CCLVI. | Ode to Winter. T. Campbell |
CCLVII. | Yarrow Unvisited. W. Wordsworth |
CCLVIII. | Yarrow Visited. W. Wordsworth |
CCLIX. | Invitation. P. B. Shelley |
CCLX. | Recollection. P. B. Shelley |
CCLXI. | By the Sea. W. Wordsworth |
CCLXII. | To the Evening Star. T. Campbell |
CCLXIII. | Datur Hora Quieti. Sir W. Scott |
CCLXIV. | To the Moon. P. B. Shelley |
CCLXV. | A widow bird sate mourning for her Love. P. B. Shelley |
CCLXVI. | To Sleep. W. Wordsworth |
CCLXVII. | Soldier’s Dream. T. Campbell |
CCLXVIII. | A Dream of the Unknown. P. B. Shelley |
CCLXIX. | Inner Vision. W. Wordsworth |
CCLXX. | Realm of Fancy. J. Keats |
CCLXXI. | Hymn to the Spirit of Nature. P. B. Shelley |
CCLXXII. | Written in Early Spring. W. Wordsworth |
CCLXXIII. | Ruth, or the Influences of Nature. W. Wordsworth |
CCLXXIV. | Written among the Euganean Hills, North Italy. P. B. Shelley |
CCLXXV. | Ode to the West Wind. P. B. Shelley |
CCLXXVI. | Nature and the Poet. W. Wordsworth |
CCLXXVII. | Poet’s Dream. P. B. Shelley |
CCLXXVIII. | World is too much with us. W. Wordsworth |
CCLXXIX. | Within King’s College Chapel, Cambridge. W. Wordsworth |
CCLXXX. | Youth and Age. S. T. Coleridge |
CCLXXXI. | Two April Mornings. W. Wordsworth |
CCLXXXII. | Fountain. W. Wordsworth |
CCLXXXIII. | River of Life. T. Campbell |
CCLXXXIV. | Human Seasons. J. Keats |
CCLXXXV. | A Lament. P. B. Shelley |
CCLXXXVI. | My heart leaps up when I behold. W. Wordsworth |
CCLXXXVII. | Ode on Intimations of Immortality. W. Wordsworth |
CCLXXXVIII. | Music, when soft voices die. P. B. Shelley |