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 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,...
When nature's beauty shone complete. With summer's lovely weather, And even, shadowing day's retreat, Brought swains and maids together; Then I did meet a charming face, But who--I'll be discreet:...
When first we hear the shy-come nightingales, They seem to mutter oer their songs in fear, And, climb we eer so soft the spinney rails, All stops as if no bird was anywhere....
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;...
I love thee, Nature, with a boundless love! The calm of earth, the storm of roaring woods! The winds breathe happiness where'er I rove! There's life's own music in the swelling floods!...
My love is tall and handsome; All hearts she might command; She's matchless for her beauty, The queen of all the land. She has my heart in keeping, For which there's no repeal,...
How sweet it is, when suns get warmly high, In the mid-noon, as May's first cowslip springs, And the young cuckoo his soft ditty sings, To wander out, and take a book; and lie...
O meet me to-night by the bright starlight, Now the pleasant Spring's begun. My own dear maid, by the greenwood shade, In the crimson set of the sun, Meet me to-night. ...
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....