The dove laid some little sticks, Then began to coo; The gnat took his trumpet up To play the day through; The pie chattered soft and long - But that she always does; The bee did all he had to do,...
Hark! a lover binding sheaves To his maiden sings, Flutter, flutter go the leaves, Larks drop their wings. Little brooks for all their mirth Are not blythe as he. "Give me what the love is worth...
It was a village built in a green rent, Between two cliffs that skirt the dangerous bay A reef of level rock runs out to sea, And you may lie on it and look sheer down,...
Lying imbedded in the green champaign That gives no shadow to thy silvery face, Open to all the heavens, and all their train, The marshalled clouds that cross with stately pace,...
Now winter past, the white-thorn bower Breaks forth and buds down all the glen; Now spreads the leaf and grows the flower: So grows the life of God, in men. ...
A cottager leaned whispering by her hives, Telling the bees some news, as they lit down, And entered one by one their waxen town. Larks passioning hung o'er their brooding wives,...
Methought the stars were blinking bright, And the old brig's sails unfurled; I said, "I will sail to my love this night At the other side of the world."...
The logs burn red; she lifts her head, For sledge-bells tinkle and tinkle, O lightly swung. "Youth was a pleasant morning, but ah! to think 'tis fled, Sae lang, lang syne," quo' her mother, "I, too, was young."...
Once upon a time, I lay Fast asleep at dawn of day; Windows open to the south, Fancy pouting her sweet mouth To my ear. She turned a globe In her slender hand, her robe...
I saw when I looked up, on either hand, A pale high chalk-cliff, reared aloft in white; A narrowing rent soon closed toward the land, - Toward the sea, an open yawning bight. ...
"Martin, I wonder who makes all the songs." "You do, sir?" "Yes, I wonder how they come." "Well, boy, I wonder what you'll wonder next!" "But somebody must make them?" "Sure enough."...
I passed an inland-cliff precipitate; From tiny caves peeped many a soot-black poll; In each a mother-martin sat elate, And of the news delivered her small soul. ...
When in a May-day hush Chanteth the Missel-thrush The harp o' the heart makes answer with murmurous stirs; When Robin-redbreast sings, We think on budding springs,...
When I hear the waters fretting, When I see the chestnut letting All her lovely blossom falter down, I think, "Alas the day!" Once with magical sweet singing, Blackbirds set the woodland ringing,...
Toll - Toll.' 'The bell-bird sounding far away, Hid in a myall grove.' He raised his head, The bush glowed scarlet in descending day, A masterless wild country - and he said,...