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- \ gale" "6 '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. . JULIAN PORTCH 52 E. M. WIMPERIS 55 E. M. WIMPERIS 57 FELIX DARLEY. 59 E. M. WIMPERIS 62 BIRKET FOSTER 64 BIRKET FOSTER 66 JOHN GILBERT. 68 Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair When Phoebus 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 Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright 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. . 204 BIRKET FOSTER T. CRESWICK, R.A. E. M. WIMPERIS JOHN GILBERT. J. C. HORSLEY, A.R.A. FREDERICK TAYLER JOHN GILBERT. |