Why in my neighbour’s garden Are the flowers more sweet than mi… I had never such bloom of roses, Such yellow and pink woodbine. Why in my neighbour’s garden

Hush, ’tis thy voice! No, but a bird upon the bough Romancing to its mate, but where a… To bid my heart rejoice? ’Tis thy hand, speak!

Here, in the silent churchyard, 'm… Weary I sit for a moment clasping… Weary of worldly passions of selfi… Grant me the shade of thy wings,… Weary of smiling faces when the he…

Sitting alone in my room, Alone in the gathering gloom, Solitude in the rest of the tomb. While the drip, drip, drip of the… Like tears that are falling in vai…

How slow creeps time! I hear the… And now late revellers prepare for… A last gay voice rings in a passin… And past my door the anxious foots… The little clocks from hidden plac…

When I shall rise, and full of ma… Set forth upon my last long journe… And leave behind the circling eart… Amongst the countless stars to see… When in the vapourish blue I wand…

O brother, brother, come down to t… Come down to the caves where I pl… For oh! I saw on the rocks, aslee… A fair mermaid, and the slow waves… To bear her away, away.

’Twas on a gloomy afternoon When all the world was out of tune… And lover’s lot amiss, When Chloe, waiting by the stream… Awoke from love’s too pleasant dre…

The apple blossom from the bough i… In sunshine hours, the long young… The parent birds from branch to br… To cheer the flight of each belove… The woods awake, their winter slee…

Who has room for a friend Who has money to spend, And a goblet of gold For your fingers to hold, At the wave of whose hand

How I hate the sparrows, the spar… In and out and round the house all… Chirping shrill and fussy birds, w… Chittering and chattering, yet hav… How I love the swallows, the swal…

Here’s a meadow full of sunshine Ripe grasses lush and high; There’s a reaper on the roadway, And a lark hangs in the sky. There’s a nest of love enclosing

Sick I am and sorrowful, how can… Here, where fog and darkness is, a… Practising for evil sport? If you… Hatred comes into each face, and s… How I dread the sound of guns, ha…

He heard it first upon the lips of… And loved it for love’s sake; A faithful word, that knows nor ti… Nor lone heart-break. It sung across his heart-strings l…

She saw on the far bank a golden a… A glowing apple, poor little Eve, Between ran the river so darkly da… By sunshine land she was loth to l… She looked, and she longed, till t…