Here's a valentine nosegay for Mary, Some of Spring's earliest flowers; The ivy is green by the dairy, And so are these laurels of ours. Though the snow fell so deep and the winter was dreary,...
Be where I may when Death brings in his bill, Demanding payment for life's ling'ring debt, Or in my native village nestling still, Or tracing scenes I've never known as yet,...
Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care; Oh, this world is but a rude world, and hurts a thing so fair; Was there a nook in which the world had never been to sear,...
A weedling wild, on lonely lea, My evening rambles chanc'd to see; And much the weedling tempted me To crop its tender flower: Expos'd to wind and heavy rain, Its head bow'd lowly on the plain;...
The firetail tells the boys when nests are nigh And tweets and flies from every passer-bye. The yellowhammer never makes a noise But flies in silence from the noisy boys;...
Why are ye silent, Birds? Where do ye fly? Winter's not violent, With such a Spring sky. The wheatlands are green, snow and frost are away, Birds, why are ye silent on such a sweet day? ...
In the cowslip pips I lie, Hidden from the buzzing fly, While green grass beneath me lies, Pearled with dew like fishes' eyes, Here I lie, a clock-a-clay, Waiting for the time of day. ...
Slow boiling up, on the horizon's brim, Huge clouds arise, mountainous, dark and grim, Sluggish and slow upon the air they ride, As pitch-black ships o'er the blue ocean glide;...
Love and thy vain employs, away From this too oft deluded breast! No longer will I court thy stay, To be my bosom's teazing guest. Thou treacherous medicine, reckoned pure,...
Sweet solitude, what joy to be alone-- In wild, wood-shady dell to stay for hours. Twould soften hearts if they were hard as stone To see glad butterflies and smiling flowers....
In politics and politicians' lies The modern farmer waxes wondrous wise; Opinionates with wisdom all compact, And een could tell a nation how to act;...
"Will Jockey come to-day, mither? Will Jockey come to-day? He's taen sic likings to my brither He's sure to come the day." "Haud yer tongue, lass, mind your rockie; But th'other day ye wore a pockie....
Left in the world alone, Where nothing seems my own, And everything is weariness to me, 'T is a life without an end, 'T is a world without a friend, And everything is sorrowful I see. ...
I hate the very noise of troublous man Who did and does me all the harm he can. Free from the world I would a prisoner be And my own shadow all my company; And lonely see the shooting stars appear,...
I look upon the hedgerow flower, I gaze upon the hedgerow tree, I walk alone the silent hour, And think of Mary Appleby. I see her in the brimming streams, I see her in the gloaming hour,...
Upon a day, a merry day, When summer in her best, Like Sunday belles, prepares for play, And joins each merry guest, A maid, as wild as is a bird That never knew a cage,...
Here grandeur triumphs at its topmost pitch In gardens, groves, and all that life beguiles; Here want, too, meets a blessing from the rich, And hospitality for ever smiles:...
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,...
'T was somewhere in the April time, Not long before the May, A-sitting on a bank o' thyme I heard a maiden say, "My true love is a sailor, And ere he went away We spent a year together,...