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THE Editor of the following Volume has, in compliance with the
I wishes of the Publishers, endeavoured to present her readers with “Gems” selected from all our chief National Poets. In doing this, she has tried to avoid as much as possible, without serious loss, the most hackneyed passages of our elder bards; and has asked and obtained permission from our living poets to add to her “Gems from the Past” “Gems from the Present.” Of course there is a difference of value between these jewels of thought. The Koh-i-noor has few, if any, equals; but, though differing in value, the diamond, ruby, emerald, sapphire, topaz, or opal are all gems, and are all precious ; and we thankfully accept them as they are presented to us.
To the Poets and Publishers who have given her permission to choose from their “jewels,” the Editor now offers her sincere thanks; and her apologies, if by any possible chance a poem has been taken without permission, or a poet omitted from want of his address.
GEMS OF NATIONAL POETRY.
DESCRIPTIVE AND NARRATIVE POETRY.
1328—1400. A PICTURE OF A BEAUTIFUL
A PICTURE OF FAIR WOMEN. AND as I sat, the birdis herk’ning thus, Methought that I heard voicis sodainely, The most swetist and most delicious That evir any wight, I trowe trewly, Heardin in ther life, for the armony And swete accord was in so gode musike, That the voicis to angels most were like.
At the last, out of a grove evin by,
The knights had been long in captivity, when they saw from their tower a beautiful woman doing observance to May Day. THUS passeth yere by yere, and day by Till it fél ones in a morwe* of May That Emelie, that fairer was to sene Than is the lilie on hire stalke grene, And fresher than the May with flowres
neweFor with the rose's colour stroft hire hewe:I I n'ot|| which was the fyner of hem twoEr it was day, as she was wont to do, She was arisen, and al redy digh ; For May wole have no sloggardies a night. The sesoun priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his sleep to sterte, And seith, “Arys, and do thin** obser
vance." This maked Emelie hantt remembrance To don honour to May, and for to ryse. Y-clothed was she fresh for to devyse. Hire yelwe here was broided in a tresse Byhynde hire bak, a yerdè long, I gesse. And in the gardyn at the sonne upriste || || She walketh up and doun wher as hire list;
[rede, She gathereth flowres, partye whyte and To make a sotel&S gerland for hire hede: And as an aungel hevenlich is she song.
The surcotes white, of velvet wele sittinge, They werin cladde, and the semis ech one, As it werin a mannir garnishinge, Was set with emeraudis, one and one, By and by; but many a richè stone Was set on the purfilis, out of doute, Of collours, sleves, and trainis round
As of grete perlis rounde and orient,
On ther hedis of branches freshe and grene
| To win him worship, and her grace to have,
That dauncid and eke songe ful sobirly,
“ The Floure and the Leafe."
A lovely lady rode him fair beside,
So pure and innocent, as that same lamb, EDMUND SPENSER. She was in life and every virtuous lore, 1553-1598-9.
And by descent from royal lineage came
Of ancient kings and queens, that had of ST. GEORGE AND UNA LOST IN
yore THE WOOD OF ERROR. Their sceptre stretched from east to west
ern shore. A GENTLE knight was pricking on the plain, And all the world in their subjection held; Yclad in mighty arms and silver shield, Till that infernal fiend with foul uproar Wherein old dints of deep wounds did re Forwasted all their land, and them expelled; main,
Whom to avenge, she had this knight from The cruel marks of many a bloody field; far compelled. Yet arms till that time did he never wield: His angry steed did chide his foaming bit, Behind her far away a dwarf did lag, As much disdaining to the curb to yield : That lazy seemed, in being ever last, Full jolly knight he seemed, and fair did sit, Or wearied with bearing of her bag As one for knightly jousts and fierce en- Of needments at his back. Thus as they counters fit.
The day with clouds was sudden overcast, And on his breast a bloody cross he bore, And angry Jove an hideous storm of rain The dear remembrance of his dying Lord, Did pour into his leman's lap so fast, For whose sweet sake that glorious badge That every wight to shroud it did constrain; he wore,
And this fair couple eke to shroud themAnd dead, as living, ever Him adored ;
selves were fain. Upon his shield the like was also scored, For sovereign hope, which in His help he Enforced to seek some covert nigh at hand, had.
[word ; A shady grove not far away they spied, Right, faithful, true he was in deed and That promised aid the tempest to withBut of his cheer did seem too solemn sad ;
stand ; Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was Whose lofty trees, yclad with summer's ydrad.
Did spread so broad, that heaven's light Upon a great adventure he was bound,
did hide, That greatest Gloriana to him gave, Not pierceable with power of any star ; (That greatest glorious Queen of Fairy And all within were paths and alleys wide, land)
With footing worn and leading inward far; in Went. The line means “ danced in a circle." | Fair harbour that them seems; so in they † Every one.