FIRST LINES OF VERSE A Fredome is a noble thing! A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot And let the counsel of thine own heart stand And sometimes I remember days of old Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? Awake, my Soul, and with the sun PAGE 205 118 128 253 287 284 260 188 84 118 174 302 320 222 84 But though the righteous be prevented with death Christ and His Mother, heavenly maid Come, worthy Greek! Ulysses, come Condemn'd to Hope's delusive mine Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench. Days when the ball of our vision Deep on the convent roof the snows E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle 128 39 88 239 52 59 47 45 22 176 274 54 121 44 80 326 160 FIRST LINES OF VERSE Far, far from here Far off, and faint as echoes of a dream PAGE 305 306 303 Go little book, and wish to all For knighthood is not in the feats of warre Give me my scallop-shell of quiet Glad sight wherever new with old Go, pretty child, and bear this flower God who created me Grow old along with me Happy those early days, when I 175 329 96 119 40 46 307 25 He that of such a height hath built his mind His golden locks Time hath to silver turned How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank I arise from dreams of thee 304 206 164 123 90 I have had playmates, I have had companions. I strove with none, for none was worth my strife 302 145 I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide In the hour of death, after this life's whim Let me live harmlessly; and near the brink 277 Lord, in thy Courts Lord, who shall dwell in thy tabernacle 65 256 191 |