I'll weep and sigh when e'er she wills To frown--and when she deigns to smile It will be cure for all my ills, And, foolish still, I'll laugh the while; But till that comes, I'll bless the rules...
The whitethorn is budding and rushes are green, The ivy leaves rustle around the ash tree, On the sweet sunny bank blue violets are seen, That tremble beneath the wild hum of the bee....
Sweet bottle-shaped flower of lushy red, Born when the summer wakes her warmest breeze, Among the meadow's waving grasses spread, Or 'neath the shade of hedge or clumping trees,...
Sweet, uncultivated blossom, Reared in Spring's refreshing dews, Dear to every gazer's bosom, Fair to every eye that views;-- Opening bud, whose youth can charm us, Thine be many a happy hour:...
'Tis sweet to recollect life's past controls, And turn to days of sorrow when they're bye, And think of gentle friends and feeling souls That offered shelter when the storm was high,--...
Simple enchantress! wreath'd in summer blooms Of slender bent-stalks topt with feathery down, Heath's creeping vetch, and glaring yellow brooms, With ash-keys wavering on thy rushy crown;...
WILLIAM. When I meet Peggy in my morning walk, She first salutes the morn, then stays to talk: The biggest secret she will not refuse, But freely tells me all the village-news;...
Thou Winter, thou art keen, intensely keen; Thy cutting frowns experience bids me know, For in thy weather days and days I've been, As grinning north-winds horribly did blow,...