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The Oxford Book of English Verse
My wish is that the reader should in his own pleasure quite forget the editor’s labour, which too has been pleasant: that, standing aside, I may believe this book has made the Muses’ access easier when, in the right hour, they come to him to uplift or to console.
Arthur
Quiller-Couch

The Oxford Book of English Verse

1250–1900

Chosen and Edited by A. T. Quiller-Couch

From Arthur Quiller-Couch’s 1919 Introduction to this extensive collection: “For this Anthology I have tried to range over the whole field of English Verse…. To bring home and render so great a spoil compendiously has been my capital difficulty. It is for the reader to judge if I have so managed it as to serve those who already love poetry and to implant that love in some young minds not yet initiated.”

Bibliographic Record Preface

Contents

TO THE PRESIDENT, FELLOWS AND SCHOLARS OF TRINITY COLLEGE OXFORD: A HOUSE OF LEARNING ANCIENT, LIBERAL HUMANE AND MY MOST KINDLY NURSE
OXFORD: CLARENDON, 1919
NEW YORK: BARTLEBY.COM, 1999

CHRONOLOGIC INDEX OF AUTHORS

Anonymous (XIII–XIV Century)  to Marlowe (1564–93)
Shakespeare (1564–1616)  to Waller (1606–1687)
Milton (1608–1674)  to Jago (1715–1781)
Gray (1716–1771)  to Wolfe (1791–1823)
Shelley (1792–1822)  to Locker-Lampson (1821–1895)
Arnold (1822–1888)  to Blackmore (1825–1900)

ALPHABETIC INDEX OF AUTHORS

Addison, Joseph  to Brome, Alexander
Brontë, Emily  to Cutts, Lord
Daniel, Samuel  to Hyde, Douglas
Jago, Richard  to Milton, John
Montgomerie, Alexander  to Shakespeare, William
Shelley, Percy Bysshe  to Yeats, William Butler

INDEX OF TITLES

A Bequest of His Heart  to By the Margin of the Great Deep
Call  to Grief
Half-asleep  to Myra
Nameless One  to Quia Amore Langueo
Rainbow  to Sweet Content
Take, O take those Lids away  to Youth and Age

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A book of Verses underneath the Bough  to Expense of Spirit in a waste of shame
Fain would I change that note  to Hyd, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere
I am that which began  to My true love hath my heart, and I have his
Nay but you, who do not love her  to Round the cape of a sudden came the sea
Sabrina fair  to Twenty years hence my eyes may grow
Underneath this myrtle shade  to Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly