'T was somewhere in the April time, Not long before the May, A-sitting on a bank o' thyme I heard a maiden say, "My true love is a sailor, And ere he went away We spent a year together,...
The faint sun tipt the rising ground, No blustering wind, the air was still; The blue mist, thinly scatter'd round, Verg'd along the distant hill: Delightful morn! from labour free...
O Native scenes, nought to my heart clings nearer Than you, ye Edens of my youthful hours; Nought in this world warms my affections dearer Than you, ye plains of white and yellow flowers;...
O simple Nature, how I do delight To pause upon thy trifles--foolish things, As some would call them.--On the summer night, Tracing the lane-path where the dog-rose hings...
Sweet comes the morning In Nature's adorning, And bright shines the dew on the buds of the thorn, Where Mary Ann rambles Through the sloe trees and brambles;...
All nature owns with one accord The great and universal Lord: The sun proclaims him through the day, The moon when daylight drops away, The very darkness smiles to wear...
Night spreads upon the plain her ebon pall, Day seems unable to wash out the stain; A pausing truce kind nature gives to all, And fairy nations now have leave to reign:...
Darkness like midnight from the sobbing woods Clamours with dismal tidings of the rain, Roaring as rivers breaking loose in floods To spread and foam and deluge all the plain....
On Martinmas eve the dogs did bark, And I opened the window to see, When every maiden went by with her spark But neer a one came to me. And O dear what will become of me? And O dear what shall I do,...
On Martinmas eve the dogs did bark, And I opened the window to see, When every maiden went by with her spark, But ne'er a one came to me. And O dear what will become of me? And O dear what shall I do,...
The mid-day hour of twelve the clock counts o'er, A sultry stillness lulls the air asleep; The very buzz of flies is heard no more, Nor faintest wrinkles o'er the waters creep....
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, tis with a face Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon, When done the journey of her nightly race,...
Now is past--the happy now When we together roved Beneath the wildwood's oak-tree bough And Nature said we loved. Winter's blast The now since then has crept between, And left us both apart....
O life, thy name to me's a galling sound, A sound I fain would wish to breathe no more; One only peace for me my hopes have found, When thy existence and wild race is o'er;...
Beyond expression, delicately fine, Beneath her slender fingers swept the sound Of 'witching tones, melodious, divine; Soothing and soft upon the sense they wound, Join'd with the syrens' music, as it were,...
Serene she looks, she wears an angel's form, Her arching eyes are fix'd upon the sky, Gloomy, yet glist'ning 'tween black curls wip'd by, Like a bright rainbow painted on the storm:...
---------Taste is from heaven, An inspiration nature can't bestow; Though nature's beauties, where a taste is given, Warm the ideas of the soul to flow With that intense, enthusiastic glow...
How sweet it us'd to be, when April first Unclos'd the arum-leaves, and into view Its ear-like spindling flowers their cases burst, Beting'd with yellowish white or lushy hue:...
O silly love! O cunning love! An old maid to trepan: I cannot go about my work For loving of a man. I cannot bake, I cannot brew, And, do the best I can, I burn the bread and chill the mash,...
I seek for Peace--I care not where 'tis found: On this rude scene in briars and brambles drest, If peace dwells here, 'tis consecrated ground, And owns the power to give my bosom rest;...