Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam, I saw an Echo-Spirit in his bay Most idly floating in the noontide beam. Slow heaved his filmy skiff, and fell, with sway...
Gold tassel upon March's bugle-horn, Whose blithe reveille blows from hill to hill And every valley rings O Daffodil! What promise for the season newly born? Shall wave on wave of flow'rs, full tide of corn,...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright under boundless light, And the surge on the glittering strand;...
Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a little thing To remember for years To remember with tears!
Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, my joy, my only best If fifty girls were round you, I'd hardly see the rest; Be what it may the time o' day, the place be where it will...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; All was dingy brown; The very skies above Seem'd to sulk and frown. ...