I couldn't find your book, but I only searched the Library of Congress catalog. I would be willing to bet that it's in an online university library catalog somewhere. It may even be available for purchase through Amazon, eBay, powells.com or Alibris.

If you can find the table of contents, the poems are available to you. Most of the time taken for this post was copying and pasting from a database called LitFinder. The poems in your book are all still around, obscure but still remembered by someone. Please note the list of references below each poem. These are anthologies which contain the poem above them.

Sentimental attachements to books make it difficult when one becomes lost or destroyed. I'm sorry you lost your collection.

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"Thomas the Rymer:Ancient" by Sir Walter Scott

(There's also a modern, and an revised, also by Scott.)

TRUE Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;
A ferlie he spied wi' his e'e;
And there he saw a ladye bright
Come riding down by the Eildon Tree.

Her skirt was o' the grass-green silk,
Her mantle o' the velvet fyne;
At ilka tett o' her horse's mane,
Hung fifty siller bells and nine.

True Thomas he pu'd aff his cap,
And louted low down on his knee
'Hail to thee Mary, Queen of Heaven!
For thy peer on earth could never be.'

'O no, O no, Thomas' she said,
'That name does not belang to me;
I'm but the Queen o' fair Elfland,
That am hither come to visit thee.

'Harp and carp, Thomas,' she said;
'Harp and carp along wi' me;
And if ye dare to kiss my lips,
Sure of your bodie I will be.'

'Betide me weal; betide me woe,
That weird shall never daunten me.'
Syne he has kiss'd her rosy lips,
All underneath the Eildon Tree.

'Now ye maun go wi' me,' she said,
'True Thomas, ye maun go wi' me;
And ye maun serve me seven years,
Thro' weal or woe as may chance to be.'

She's mounted on her milk-white steed,
She's ta'en true Thomas up behind;
And aye, whene'er her bridle rang,
The steed gaed swifter than the wind.

O they rade on, and farther on,
The steed gaed swifter than the wind;
Until they reach'd a desert wide,
And living land was left behind.

'Light down, light down now, true Thomas,
And lean your head upon my knee;
Abide ye there a little space,
And I will show you ferlies three.

'O see ye not yon narrow road,
So thick beset wi' thorns and briers?
That is the Path of Righteousness,
Though after it but few inquires.

'And see ye not yon braid, braid road,
That lies across the lily leven?
That is the Path of Wickedness,
Though some call it the Road to Heaven.

'And see ye not yon bonny road
That winds about the fernie brae?
That is the Road to fair Elfland,
Where thou and I this night maun gae.

'But, Thomas, ye sall haud your tongue,
Whatever ye may hear or see;
For speak ye word in Elfyn-land,
Ye'll ne'er win back to your ain countrie.'

O they rade on, and farther on,
And they waded rivers abune the knee;
And they saw neither sun nor moon,
But they heard the roaring of the sea.

It was mirk, mirk night, there was nae starlight,
They waded thro' red blude to the knee;
For a' the blude that 's shed on the earth
Rins through the springs o' that countrie.

Syne they came to a garden green,
And she pu'd an apple frae a tree:
'Take this for thy wages, true Thomas;
It will give thee the tongue that can never lee.'

'My tongue is my ain,' true Thomas he said;
'A gudely gift ye wad gie to me!
I neither dought to buy or sell
At fair or tryst where I might be.

'I dought neither speak to prince or peer,
Nor ask of grace from fair ladye!' --
'Now haud thy peace, Thomas,' she said,
'For as I say, so must it be.'

He has gotten a coat of the even cloth,
And a pair o' shoon of the velvet green;
And till seven years were gane and past,
True Thomas on earth was never seen.

Selection 'HARP AND CARP, THOMAS!' SHE SAID, FROM THOMAS THE RHYMER [RYMER]

Reference THE GOLDEN ECCO ANTHOLOGY; 100 GREAT POEMS OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE. - PAGE 5 - STRAND, MARK (ED.)
Reference HARPER ANTHOLOGY OF POETRY. - PAGE 39 - NIMS, JOHN FREDERICK (ED.)
Reference GOLDEN TREASURY OF SCOTTISH POETRY. - PAGE 240 - MACDIARMID, HUGH [CHRISTOPHER GRIEVE] (ED.)
Reference THE OXFORD BOOK OF ENGLISH VERSE, 1250-1900. - - QUILLER-COUCH, SIR ARTHUR (ED.)
Reference BEST ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH BALLADS. - PAGE 1 - BRYANT, EDWARD A. (COMP.)
Reference THE VIKING BOOK OF THE ENGLISH-SPEAKING WORLD. REVISED EDITION. VOLUME 1. - PAGE 40 - ALDINGTON, RICHARD (ED.)
Reference THE NEW OXFORD BOOK OF ENGLISH VERSE, 1250-1950. - PAGE 353 - GARDNER, HELEN (ED.)
Reference INTRODUCTION TO POETRY. 3RD EDITION. - - SIMPSON, LOUIS (ED.)
Reference GYPSY TRAIL, VOLUME 1. - PAGE 244 - GOLDMARK, PAULINE (COMP.)
Reference THE OXFORD BOOK OF SCOTTISH VERSE. - PAGE 302 - MACQUEEN, JOHN, & SCOTT, TOM (COMPS.)
Reference BOOK OF SCOTTISH VERSE. - PAGE 164 - LINDSAY, MAURICE, & MACKIE, R. L. (EDS.)
Reference THE NEW PENGUIN BOOK OF ENGLISH VERSE. - PAGE 575 - KEEGAN, PAUL (ED.)
Reference A LITTLE TREASURY OF GREAT POETRY, ENGLISH AND AMERICAN. - PAGE 471 - WILLIAMS, OSCAR (ED.)
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"The Three Troopers During the Protectorate" by George Walter Thornbury

INTO the Devil tavern
Three booted troopers strode,
From spur to feather spotted and splash'd
With the mud of a winter road.
In each of their cups they dropp'd a crust,
And star'd at the guests with a frown;
Then drew their swords, and roar'd for a toast,
"God send this Crum-well-down!"

A blue smoke rose from their pistol locks,
Their sword blades were still wet;
There were long red smears on their jerkins of buff,
As the table they overset.
Then into their cups they stirr'd the crusts,
And curs'd old London town;
Then wav'd their swords, and drank with a stamp,
"God send this Crum-well-down!"

The 'prentice dropp'd his can of beer,
The host turn'd pale as a clout;
The ruby nose of the toping squire
Grew white at the wild men's shout.
Then into their cups they flung the crusts,
And show'd their teeth with a frown;
They flash'd their swords as they gave the toast,
"God send this Crum-well-down!"

The gambler dropp'd his dog's-ear'd cards,
The waiting-women scream'd,
As the light of the fire, like stains of blood,
On the wild men's sabres gleam'd.
Then into their cups they splash'd the crusts,
And curs'd the fool of a town,
And leap'd on the table, and roar'd a toast,
"God send this Crum-well-down!"

Till on a sudden fire-bells rang,
And the troopers sprang to horse;
The eldest mutter'd between his teeth,
Hot curses -- deep and coarse.
In their stirrup cups they flung the crusts,
And cried as they spurr'd through town,
With their keen swords drawn and their pistols cock'd,
"God send this Crum-well-down!"

Away they dash'd through Temple Bar,
Their red cloaks flowing free,
Their scabbards clash'd, each back-piece shone --
None lik'd to touch the three.
The silver cups that held the crusts
They flung to the startled town,
Shouting again, with a blaze of swords,
"God send this Crum-well-down!"

Reference BEST LOVED STORY POEMS. - PAGE 204 - THWING, WALTER E. (COMP.)
Reference POETS & POETRY OF ENGLAND IN THE 19TH CENTURY; WITH ADDITIONS. REV. & ENL. ED. BY RUFUS W. GRISWOLD AND R.H. STODDARD. - PAGE 557 - GRISWOLD, RUFUS W. (ED.)
Reference ENGLISH HISTORY AS TOLD BY ENGLISH POETS. - PAGE 338 - BATES, KATHARINE L. (ED.)
Reference VICTORIAN ANTHOLOGY, 1837-1895. - PAGE 321 - STEDMAN, EDMUND CLARENCE (ED.)
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"Sir Patrick Spens" by Anonymous

THE king sits in Dunfermline town,
Drinking the blude-red wine,
"O whare will I get a skeely skipper,
To sail this new ship of mine!"

O up and spake an eldern knight,
Sat at the king's right knee, --
"Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor,
That ever sailed the sea."

Our king has written a braid letter,
And sealed it with his hand,
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,
Was walking on the strand.

"To Noroway, to Noroway,
To Noroway o'er the faem;
The king's daughter of Noroway,
'T is thou maun bring her hame."

The first word that Sir Patrick read,
Sae loud loud laughed he;
The neist word that Sir Patrick read,
The tear blinded his e'e.

"O wha is this has done this deed,
And tauld the king o' me,
To send us out, at this time of the year,
To sail upon the sea?

"Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet,
Our ship must sail the faem;
The king's daughter of Noroway,
'T is we must fetch her hame."

They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn,
Wi' a' the speed they may;
They hae landed in Noroway,
Upon a Wodensday.

They hadna been a week, a week,
In Noroway, but twae,
When that the lords o' Noroway
Began aloud to say, --

"Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's goud,
And a' our queenis fee."
"Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud!
Fu' loud I hear ye lie.

"For I brought as much white monie,
As gane my men and me,
And I brought a half-fou o' gude red goud,
Out o'er the sea wi' me.

"Make ready, make ready, my merrymen a'!
Our gude ship sails the morn."
"Now, ever alake, my master dear,
I fear a deadly storm!

"I saw the new moon, late yestreen,
Wi' the auld moon in her arm;
And, if we gang to sea, master,
I fear we'll come to harm."

They hadna sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud,
And gurly grew the sea.

The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap,
It was sic a deadly storm;
And the waves cam o'er the broken ship,
Till a' her sides were torn.

"O where will I get a gude sailor,
To take my helm in hand,
Till I get up to the tall top-mast,
To see if I can spy land?"

"O here am I, a sailor gude,
To take the helm in hand,
Till you go up to the tall top-mast;
But I fear you'll ne'er spy land."

He hadna gane a step, a step,
A step but barely ane,
When a bout flew out of our goodly ship,
And the salt sea it came in.

"Gae, fetch a web o' silken claith,
Another o' the twine,
And wap them into our ship's side,
And let na the sea come in."

They fetched a web o' the silken claith,
Another o' the twine,
And they wapped them round that gude ship's
side,
But still the sea came in.

O laith, laith, were our gude Scots lords
To weet their cork-heeled shoon!
But lang or a' the play was played,
They war their hats aboon.

And mony was the feather-bed,
That flattered on the faem;
And mony was the gude lord's son,
That never mair cam hame.

The ladyes wrang their fingers white,
The maidens tore their hair,
A' for the sake of their true loves;
For them they'll see na mair.

O lang, lang, may the ladyes sit,
Wi' their fans into their hand,
Before they see Sir Patrick Spens
Come sailing to the strand!

And lang, lang, may the maidens sit,
Wi' their goud kaims in their hair,
A' waiting for their ain dear loves!
For them they'll see na muir.

O forty miles off Aberdeen,
'T is fifty fathoms deep,
And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens,
Wi' the Scots lords at his feet.

Explanation EXPLANATION OF: "SIR PATRICK SPENS" by Anonymous

Reference THE GOLDEN ECCO ANTHOLOGY; 100 GREAT POEMS OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE. - PAGE 9 - STRAND, MARK (ED.)
Reference HARPER ANTHOLOGY OF POETRY. - PAGE 37 - NIMS, JOHN FREDERICK (ED.)
Reference GOLDEN TREASURY OF SCOTTISH POETRY. - PAGE 100 - MACDIARMID, HUGH [CHRISTOPHER GRIEVE] (ED.)
Reference BEST ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH BALLADS. - PAGE 178 - BRYANT, EDWARD A. (COMP.)
Reference DISCOVERING POETRY. - PAGE 389 - GUTH, HANS PAUL & RICO, GABRIELLE L.
Reference AMERICAN FOLK POETRY; AN ANTHOLOGY. - PAGE 279 - EMRICH, DUNCAN (COMP.)
Reference A JUNIOR ANTHOLOGY OF WORLD POETRY. EDITED BY MARK VAN DOREN AND GARIBALDI M. LAPOLLA. - PAGE 426 - VAN DOREN, MARK (ED.)
Reference INVITATION TO POETRY; A ROUND OF POEMS FROM JOHN SKELTON TO DYLAN THOMAS ARRANGED WITH COMMENTS. - PAGE 111 - FRANKENBERG, LLOYD (ED.)
Reference MOODS OF THE SEA; MASTERWORKS OF SEA POETRY. - PAGE 100 - SOLLEY, GEORGE C., & STEINBAUGH, ERIC (COMPS.)
Reference BOOK OF POETRY. 2 VOLS. - PAGE 879 - MARKHAM, EDWIN (COMP.)
Reference THE VIKING BOOK OF THE ENGLISH-SPEAKING WORLD. REVISED EDITION. VOLUME 1. - PAGE 35 - ALDINGTON, RICHARD (ED.)
Reference OXFORD BOOK OF POETRY FOR CHILDREN. - PAGE 47 - BLISHEN, EDWARD (ED.)
Reference THE NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF POETRY. 3RD ED. ED, BY ALEXANDER ALLISON, BLAKE HERBERT, ET AL. - PAGE 74 - ALLISON, ALEXANDER (ED.)
Reference BRITISH AND AMERICAN POETS; CHAUCER TO THE PRESENT. - - BATE, W. JACKSON, & PERKINS, DAVID (EDS.)
Reference GOOD POEMS. - PAGE 361 - KEILLOR, GARRISON (ED.)
Reference THE NORTON INTRODUCTION TO POETRY. SIXTH EDITION. - PAGE 218 - HUNTER, J. PAUL (ED.)
Reference INTRODUCTION TO POETRY. 3RD EDITION. - - SIMPSON, LOUIS (ED.)
Reference PREMIER BOOK OF MAJOR POETS. - PAGE 95 - DORE, ANITA (ED.)
Reference HOW DOES A POEM MEAN? - PAGE 689 - CIARDI, JOHN (ED.)
Reference CONCISE COLUMBIA BOOK OF POETRY. - PAGE 9 - HARMON, WILLIAM (ED.)
Reference EPISODES IN FIVE POETIC TRADITIONS. - PAGE 163 - BARNES, R.G. (ED.)
Reference 100 BEST-LOVED POEMS. - PAGE 2 - SMITH, PHILIP (ED.)
Reference 100 STORY POEMS. - PAGE 401 - PARKER, ELINOR (ED.)
Reference THE RATTLE BAG. - PAGE 391 - HEANEY, SEAMUS, & HUGHES, TED (EDS.)
Reference DE/COMPOSITIONS; 101 POEMS GONE WRONG. - PAGE 264 - SNODGRASS, W. D.
Reference SURVEY OF BRITISH POETRY. VOLUME I: OLD ENGLISH TO RENAISSANCE - PAGE 167
Reference THE OXFORD BOOK OF SCOTTISH VERSE. - PAGE 282 - MACQUEEN, JOHN, & SCOTT, TOM (COMPS.)
Reference BOOK OF SCOTTISH VERSE. - PAGE 115 - LINDSAY, MAURICE, & MACKIE, R. L. (EDS.)
Reference THE GOLDEN JOURNEY; POEMS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. - PAGE 171 - BOGAN, LOUISE, & SMITH, WILLIAM JAY (EDS.)
Reference POETS OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE: VOL. 1. LANGLAND TO SPENSER. - PAGE 438 - AUDEN, WYSTAN HUGH & PEARSON, NORMAN HOLMES (EDS.)
Reference POETRY; A HARPERCOLLINS POCKET ANTHOLOGY. - PAGE 38 - GWYNN, R.S. (ED.)
Reference THE BROADVIEW ANTHOLOGY OF POETRY. - PAGE 4 - ROSENGARTEN, HERBERT & GOLDRICK-JONES, AMANDA (EDS.)
Reference THE NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF POETRY. FOURTH EDITION. - PAGE 87 - FERGUSON, MARGARET, SALTER, MARY JO, & STALLWORTHY, JON (EDS.)
Reference THE NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF POETRY. SHORTER FOURTH EDITION. - PAGE 74 - FERGUSON, MARGARET, SALTER, MARY JO, & STALLWORTHY, JON (EDS.)
Reference THE WORLD'S BEST POETRY. VOLUME 8. - PAGE 254
Reference THE OXFORD BOOK OF ENGLISH VERSE. - PAGE 294 - RICKS, CHRISTOPHER (ED.)
Reference THE NEW PENGUIN BOOK OF ENGLISH VERSE. - PAGE 495 - KEEGAN, PAUL (ED.)

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"How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix" by Robert Browning

I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris and he;
I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;
"Good speed!" cried the watch as the gatebolts
undrew,
"Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through.
Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest;
And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace, --
Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our
place;
I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight,
Then shortened each stirrup and set the pique right,
Rebuckled the check-strap, chained slacker the bit,
Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
'T was a moonset at starting; but while we drew
near
Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned clear;
At Boom a great yellow star came out to see;
At Duffeld 't was morning as plain as could be;
And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the
half-chime, --
So Joris broke silence with "Yet there is time!"
At Aerschot up leaped of a sudden the sun,
And against him the cattle stood black every one,
To stare through the mist at us galloping past;
And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last,
With resolute shoulders, each butting away

And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear
bent back
For my voice, and the other pricked out on his
track;
And one eye's black intelligence, -- ever that glance
O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance;
And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and
anon
His fierce lips shook upward in galloping on.
By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris," Stay
spur!
Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her;
We'll remember at Aix," -- for one heard the quick
wheeze
Of her chest, saw the stretched neck, and stagger-
ing knees,
And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank,
As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.
So we were left galloping, Joris and I
Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky;
The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh;
'Neath our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like
chaff;
Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white,
And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!"
"How they'll greet us! " -- and all in a moment his
roan
Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone;
And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight
Of the news which alone could save Aix from her
fate,
With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim,
And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim.
Then I cast loose my buff-coat, each holster let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all,
Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear,
Called my Roland his pet name, my horse without
peer, --
Clapped my hands, laughed and sung, any noise, bad
or good,
Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.
And all I remember is, friends flocking round,
As I sate with his head 'twixt my knees on the
ground;
And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine,
As I poured down his throat our last measure of
wine,
Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)
Was no more than his due who brought good news
from Ghent.

Explanation EXPLANATION OF: "HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX" by Robert Browning

Selection JORIS, FROM HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX

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