"What ails my love, where can he be? He never broke a vow, Though twice the clock's reminded me That he's deceiv'd me now. Through some bad girl, I well know that, Poor Peggy's love's forgot:"...
Shades though you're leafless, save the bramble-spear Whose weather-beaten leaves, of purple stain, In hardy stubbornness cling all the year To their old thorns, till Spring buds new again;...
Calm resignation meets a happy end; And Providence, long-trusted, brings a friend. God's will be done, be patient and be good; Elisha was, and ravens brought him food:...
"Adieu, my love, adieu! Be constant and be true As the daisies gemmed with dew, Bonny maid." The cows their thirst were slaking, Trees the playful winds were shaking;...
The week before Easter, the days long and clear, So bright shone the sun and so cool blew the air, I went in the meadow some flowers to find there, But the meadow would yield me no posies. ...
The hawthorn gently stopt the sun, beneath, The ash above its quiv'ring shadows spread, And downy bents, that to the air did wreathe, Bow'd 'neath my pressure in an easy bed;...
O who can witness with a careless eye The countless lamps that light an evening sky, And not be struck with wonder at the sight! To think what mighty Power must there abound,...
Scenes of love and days of pleasure, I must leave them all, lassie. Scenes of love and hours of leisure, All are gone for aye, lassie. No more thy velvet-bordered dress...
Among the green bushes the songs of the thrushes Are answering each other in music and glee, While the magpies and rooks, in woods, hedges, near brooks, Mount their Spring dwellings on every high tree....
Surely Lucy love returns, Though her meaning's not reveal'd; Surely love her bosom burns, Which her coyness keeps conceal'd: Else what means that flushing cheek, When with her I chance to be?...
O take this world away from me; Its strife I cannot bear to see, Its very praises hurt me more Than een its coldness did before, Its hollow ways torment me now And start a cold sweat on my brow,...
The Autumn day now fades away, The fields are wet and dreary; The rude storm takes the flowers of May, And Nature seemeth weary; The partridge coveys, shunning fate, Hide in the bleaching stubble,...
Again freckled cowslips are gilding the plain, And crow-flowers yellow again o'er the lea, Again the speck'd throstle comes in with her strain, And welcomes the spring--but no spring can I see. ...
O happy spot! how much the sight of thee Wakes the endearments of my infancy: The very trees, through which the wild-winds sigh, Seem whispering now some joys of youth gone by;...
Who loves the white-thorn tree, And the river running free? There a maiden stood with me In Summer weather. Near a cottage far from town, While the sun went brightly down...
The Spring is gone, the Summer-beauty wanes, Like setting sunbeams, in their last decline; As evening shadows, lingering on the plains, Gleam dim and dimmer till they cease to shine:...
The wild duck startles like a sudden thought, And heron slow as if it might be caught. The flopping crows on weary wings go by And grey beard jackdaws noising as they fly....