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"Come into the Garden, Maud".
The Song from "Pippa Passes".
"The Ivy Green".
"The Old Oaken Bucket".
"The Day is Done".
"My Old Kentucky Home".
"On the Road to Mandalay"
"Knee Deep in June".
"Little Boy Blue”.
Stephen C. Foster
"The Star-Spangled Banner". "Hail, Columbia"
. John Howard Payne
"The Red, White, and Blue".
Songs from "Drake".
"Men Who March Away" (September, 1914)... Thomas Hardy
A GROUP OF PATRIOTIC SONGS
. James Whitcomb Riley
Francis Scott Key, 1814
Samuel F. Smith, 1832
Julia Ward Howe
SOME OF THE BEST-KNOWN
"The Spacious Firmament on High"...
Nahum Tate, 1702
1 For published airs for songs in The Golden Treasury, see list by Miss Jeanette F. Abrams, The English Journal, p. 387, June, 1915.
THE SIMPLE LYRIC
Under the heading, simple lyric, are placed all of those lyrical poems that do not properly belong under any of the other types of lyrics. With the possible exception of the song, more poems are included in this class than in any other in the whole field of literature. The simple lyric touches every mood and emotion of the human heart. These poems are found in every period of English literature, from that of the Anglo-Saxons to the present day, but only a few of them can be given here.
THE COMPLAINT TO HIS EMPTY PURSE
To you, my purs, and to non other wight 1
Now vouchethsauf this day, or hit be night,
Now purs, that be to me my lyves light,
Sin that ye wole nat ben my tresorere:
1 creature, thing. 2 unless. 3 cheer. 4 bier. 8 an equal. 9 guide.
6 vouchsafe, grant.
But yit I pray unto your curtesye:
SUGGESTIONS TO STUDENTS
What does Chaucer mean by being "Shaven as close as any friar"? What is the mood of this poem? See story of Chaucer's life for the causes and results of this poem. Try putting this into modern English prose. Does it gain or lose anything by the change?
Hence, loathed Melancholy,
Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born,
In Stygian cave forlorn,
'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell,
Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings,
There under ebon shades, and low-browed rocks,
In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore;
Zephyr, with Aurora playing,
As he met her once a-Maying,
And fresh-blown roses washed in dew,
Jest, and youthful Jollity,
Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,
And in thy right hand lead with thee
To live with her, and live with thee,
Where the great Sun begins his state,
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures,
Whilst the landskip round it measures: