ANONYMOUS. 1. Madrigal. Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face; Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart: For those may fail or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever: Keep therefore a …
THOMAS CAMPBELL. 20. Hohenlinden. On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay th' untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead o…
LORD BYRON. 19. Song from " Don Juan." I. The Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of War and Peace, Where Delos rose, and Phœbus sprung! Eternal summer gild…
