ILLUSTRATIONS. Drawn by Page The Knight, the Squier, the Yeoman, the Prioresse, The Sergeant of the Lawe, the Frankelein, the) The Shipman, the Wife of Bath, the Cook, the The Reve, the Manciple, the Sompnour, and the And with that word we riden forth our way "Ah, sweet! are ye a worldly creature" “Cease,” quoth the Merle, “thy preaching, Nightin-F. W. KEYL. gale" "Blame not my lute" The secret groves which oft we made resound. The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings With how sad steps, O Moon! thou climb'st the skies. The cottage that affords no pride nor care. His flocks are folded, he comes home at night. Come live with me, and be my love. Time goes by turns. Una and the Red-cross Knight . FELIX DARLEY. BIRKET FOSTER FELIX DARLEY. BIRKET FOSTER E. M. WIMPERIS J. H. HILL. GEORGE THOMAS . 39 46 59 62 64 66 76 78 83 85 87 88 Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky. Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair When Phebus lifts his head. The hart above the rest, the hunter's noblest game My written rolls of moral counsels . On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope I sent thee late a rosy wreath. See the chariot at hand here of love. The heifer, cow, and ox draw near. I love the sea, she is my fellow-creature Now great Hyperion left his golden throne Thrice, oh, thrice happy, shepherd's life and state The torrent of a voice, whose melody To war and arms I fly. While I lie tangled in her hair. The glories of our birth and state That kept a brave old house A crew of lusty men . So now is come our joyful'st feast The wenches with their wassail bowls Margarita first possest. Where Thames among the wanton valleys strays Hence, loathed Melancholy Mirth, admit me of thy crew. Till the dappled dawn doth rise. |