58. Who will believe my verse? 59. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 93. She dwelt among the untrodden ways 94. She was a Phantom of delight THE HUNDRED BEST ENGLISH POEMS. I. ANONYMOUS. Madrigal. Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face; For those may fail or turn to ill, Keep therefore a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why; So hast thou the same reason still % To doat upon me ever. 1609 Edition. 2. MATTHEW ARNOLD. The Forsaken Merman. COME, dear children, let us away; Now my brothers call from the bay; Now the great winds shorewards blow; Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. This way, this way. Call her once before you go. Call once yet. In a voice that she will know: "Margaret! Margaret!" Children's voices should be dear (Call once more) to a mother's ear: |