Sweet valley, say, where, pensive… For me, our children, England, si… The best of mortals leans his head… Ye fountains, dimpled by my sorrow… Ye brooks that my complainings bor…

The western sun withdrawn the shor… And humid evening, gliding o’er th… In her chill progress, to the grou… The vapours throws. Where creepin… Where marshes stagnate, and where…

When last we parted, thou wert you… How beautiful let fond remembrance… Alas! since then old time has stol… Full thirty years, leaving my temp… So has it perished like a thing of…

Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mil… And from the bosom of yon dropping… While music wakes around, veil’d i… Of shadowing roses, on our plains… O Hertford, fitted or to shine in…

What is the task that to the muse… What but to deck in her harmonious… The beauteous works of nature and… Rural retreats that cheer the heav… Then Marle Field begin, my muse,…

Now, by the cool, declining year c… Descend the copious exhalations, c… As up the middle sky unseen they s… And roll the doubling fogs around… No more the mountain, horrid, vast…

Bold is the man! who, in this nice… Presumes to tread the chaste corre… Now, with gay tinsel arts, we can… Conceal the want of Nature’s ster… Our spells are vanish’d, broke our…

These, as they change, Almighty F… Are but the varied God. The rolli… Is full of thee. Forth in the ple… Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness… Wide flush the fields; the softeni…

See! Winter comes, to rule the va… Sullen, and sad; with all his risi… Vapours, and Clouds, and Storms:… These, that exalt the Soul to sol… And heavenly musing. Welcome kind…

My trembling muse your honour does… That it’s a bold attempt most humb… If you’ll encourage her young fagg… She’ll upwards soar and mount Par… If little things with great may be…

O Peace! the fairest child of hea… To whom the sylvan reign was given… The vale, the fountain, and the gr… With every softer scene of love: Return, sweet Peace! and cheer th…

Beauty deserves the homage of the… Shall mine, rebellious, the dear t… No; while my breast respires the v… Wholly I am devoted to the fair. Beauty I’ll sing in my sublimest…

Come, dear Amanda, quit the town, And to the rural hamlets fly; Behold! the wintry storms are gone… A gentle radiance glads the sky. The birds awake, the flowers appea…

MY love o’er the water bends drea…    It glideth and glideth away: She sees there her own beauty, gle…    Through shadow and ripple and s… O tell her, thou murmuring river,

Sweet tyrant Love,- but hear me n… And cure while young this pleasing… Or rather aid my trembling vow, And teach me to reveal my heart. Tell her, whose goodness is my ban…