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. ...
Young Jenny wakens at the dawn, Fresh as carnations newly blown, And o'er the pasture every morn Goes milking o' the kye. She sings her songs of happy glee, While round her swirls the humble bee;...
'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,...
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...
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...
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,...
Beyond expression, delicately fine, Beneath her slender fingers swept the sound Of 'witching tones, melodious, divine; Soothing and soft upon the sense they wound, Join'd with the syrens' music, as it were,...
---------Taste is from heaven, An inspiration nature can't bestow; Though nature's beauties, where a taste is given, Warm the ideas of the soul to flow With that intense, enthusiastic glow...
How sweet it us'd to be, when April first Unclos'd the arum-leaves, and into view Its ear-like spindling flowers their cases burst, Beting'd with yellowish white or lushy hue:...
And will she leave the lowly clowns For silk and satins gay, Her woollen aprons and drab gowns For lady's cold array? And will she leave the wild hedge rose, The redbreast and the wren,...
Agen I'll take my idle pen And sing my bonny mountain maid-- Sweet Phoebe of the Scottish glen, Nor of her censure feel afraid. I'll charm her ear with beauty's praise,...
A beautiful flower, that bedeck'd a mean pasture, In virgin perfection I found; Its fair bloom stood naked to every disaster, And deep the storm gather'd around:...
Dropt here and there upon the flower I love the dew to see, For then returns the even's hour That is so dear to me, When silence reigns upon the plain, And night hides all, or nearly;...
Fill the foaming cups again, Let's be merry while we may; Man is foolish to complain When such joys are in his way: Cares may breed in peevish minds, Life at best is short and vain,...
Mary, the day of love's pleasures has been, And the day is o'erclouded and gone; These eyes all their fulness of pleasure have seen, What they never again shall look on....
Of all the days in memory's list, Those motley banish'd days; Some overhung with sorrow's mist, Some gilt with hopeful rays; There is a day 'bove all the rest That has a lovely sound,...
Warm into praises, kindling muse, With grateful transport raise thy views To Him, who moves this ball, Who whirls, in silent harmony, The earth, the ocean, air, and sky-- O praise the Lord of all! ...
There's the daisy, the woodbine, And crow-flower so golden; There's the wild rose, the eglantine, And May-buds unfolding; There are flowers for my fairy, And bowers for my love:...