Gateway to the Classics: Oxford Book of English Verse, Part 2 by Arthur Quiller-Couch

Oxford Book of English Verse, Part 2

by Arthur Quiller-Couch

Table of Contents

Silvia

The Blossom

Spring and Winter: First Part

Spring and Winter: Second Part

Under the Greenwood Tree

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

It Was a Lover and His Lass

Take, O Take Those Lips Away

Aubade

Fidele

Bridal Song

Dirge of the Three Queens

Orpheus

The Phoenix and Turtle

In Time of Pestilence

A Hymn in Praise of Neptune

The Character of a Happy Life

Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife

Man

To His Forsaken Mistress

A Farewell to the World

The Noble Balm

Epitaph I: On Elizabeth L. H.

Epitaph II: On Salathiel Pavy

A Hymn to God the Father

Beauty Clear and Fair

Melancholy

Weep No More

A Dirge

The Shrouding of the Dutchess of Malfi

Vanitas Vanitatum

Aurora

A Litany

Of His Dear Son, Gervase

Spring Bereaved I

Change Should Breed Change

Saint John Baptist

Wooing Song

On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey

Dawn

I Loved a Lass

The Lover's Resolution

Epitaph I: In Obitum M. S.

Epitaph II: On the Countess Dowager of Pembroke

Corinna's Going a-Maying

To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time

The Funeral Rites of the Rose

Cherry-Ripe

A Meditation for His Mistress

Delight in Disorder

Upon Julia's Clothes

The Bracelet: To Julia

To Daisies, Not To Shut So Soon

The Night-Piece: To Julia

To Music, To Becalm His Fever

To Dianeme

To Oenone

To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything

To the Willow-Tree

The Mad Maid's Song

Comfort to a Youth That Had Lost His Love

Litany to the Holy Spirit

A Divine Rapture

Epigram: Respice Finem

A Contemplation Upon Flowers

Persuasions to Joy: A Song

To His Inconstant Mistress

The Unfading Beauty

Ingrateful Beauty Threatened

Epitaph

Another

Time

To Roses in the Bosom of Castara

Nox Nocti Indicat Scientiam

A Devout Lover

An Ode to Master Anthony Stafford

Spring Bereaved I

That zephyr every year 
So soon was heard to sigh in forests here, 
It was for her: that wrapp'd in gowns of green 
Meads were so early seen, 

That in the saddest months oft sung the merles,
It was for her; for her trees dropp'd forth pearls. 
That proud and stately courts 
Did envy those our shades and calm resorts, 

It was for her; and she is gone, O woe!

Woods cut again do grow,

Bud doth the rose and daisy, winter done;

But we, once dead, no more do see the sun.

— William Drummond of Hawthornden
1585-1649

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