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:...
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,...
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...
I love to see the old heath's withered brake Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling, While the old heron from the lonely lake Starts slow and flaps his melancholy wing,...
What makes me love thee now, thou dreary scene, And see in each swell'd heap a peaceful bed? I well remember that the time has been, To walk a church-yard when I us'd to dread;...
Ye injur'd fields, ye once were gay, When nature's hand display'd Long waving rows of willows grey, And clumps of hawthorn shade; But now, alas! your hawthorn bowers All desolate we see,...
Among the orchard weeds, from every search, Snugly and sure, the old hen's nest is made, Who cackles every morning from her perch To tell the servant girl new eggs are laid;...
Ah, when this world and I have shaken hands, And all the frowns of this sad life got through, When from pale Care and Sorrow's dismal lands I turn a welcome and a wish'd adieu;...
He plays with other boys when work is done, But feels too clumsy and too stiff to run, Yet where there's mischief he can find a way The first to join and last [to run] away....
Nature, thou accept the song, To thee the simple lines belong, Inspir'd as brushing hill and dell I stroll'd the way to Holywell. Though 'neath young April's watery sky,...
O home, however homely,--thoughts of thee Can never fail to cheer the absent breast; How oft wild raptures have been felt by me, When back returning, weary and distrest:...
O for that sweet, untroubled rest That poets oft have sung!-- The babe upon its mother's breast, The bird upon its young, The heart asleep without a pain-- When shall I know that sleep again? ...
This world has suns, but they are overcast; This world has sweets, but they're of ling'ring bloom; Life still expects, and empty falls at last; Warm Hope on tiptoe drops into the tomb....
These little window dwellers, in cottages and halls, were always entertaining to me; after dancing in the window all day from sunrise to sunset they would sip of the tea, drink of the beer, and eat of the...
I hid my love when young till I Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my love to my despite Till I could not bear to look at light: I dare not gaze upon her face But left her memory in each place;...
How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me; Faintly are heard the ploughmen at their ploughs, But not an eye can find its way to see....
How Sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me; Faintly are heard the ploughmen at their ploughs, But not an eye can find its way to see....
There's a bonny place in Scotland, Where a little spring is found; There Nature shows her honest face The whole year round. Where the whitethorn branches, full of may, Hung near the fountain's rim,...
Here sparrows build upon the trees, And stockdove hides her nest; The leaves are winnowed by the breeze Into a calmer rest; The black-cap's song was very sweet, That used the rose to kiss;...