I DEDICATE THIS BOOK

TO MY FRIEND

RICHARD HENRY STODDARD

For two reasons:- the first that it was partly suggested by his own choice volume of "Melodies and Madrigals," the second that I am indebted to him for most efficient aid during the progress of my work.

For these two reasons, and yet a third: the generous readiness to help, upon every occasion, which more than doubles my indebtedness.

W. J. LINTON.

GOLDEN APPLES

OF

HESPERUS

VENIET CORDATIOR ÆTAS;

SI QUID MEREMUR SANA POSTERITAS SCIET.

MILTON

THE SOUNDEST APPLES ARE NOT SOONEST RIPE.

LANDOR

WEET ROSE of virtue and of gentleness,
Delightsome Lily of every lustiness,

Richest in bounty and in beauty clear
And every virtue that to heaven is dear,
Except only that ye are merciless!

Into your garth this day I did pursue:
There saw I flowers that fresh were of hue,
Both white and red most lusty were to seen,
And wholesome herbis upon stalkis green;
Yet leaf nor flower find could I none of Rue.

I doubt that March, with his cold blastis keen,
Has slain this gentle herb that I of mene:
Whose piteous death does to my heart such pain
That I would make to plant his root again,

So comforting his leaves unto me been.

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