#EnglishWriters
'A weedling child on lonely lea My evening rambles chanced to see; And much the weedling tempted me To crop its tender flower; Exposed to wind and heavy rain,
O Poesy is on the wane, For Fancy’s visions all unfitting… I hardly know her face again, Nature herself seems on the flitti… The fields grow old and common thi…
Dear brother robin this comes from… With our kind love and could Gip… Though but a dog he’d have his lov… For still he knows and by your cor… The moment he comes in he lyes him…
Harvest awakes the morning still And toils rude groups the valleys… Deserted is each cottage hearth To all life save the crickets mirt… Each burring wheel their sabbath m…
I cannot know what country owns th… With France’s forest lilies on th… When England knew thee thou wert… I never knew a foreign face so rar… The world of waters rolls and rush…
The cataract, whirling down the pr… Elbows down rocks and, shouldering… Roars, howls, and stifled murmurs… Hell and its agonies seem hid belo… Thick rolls the mist, that smokes…
July the month of summers prime Again resumes her busy time Scythes tinkle in each grassy dell Where solitude was wont to dwell And meadows they are mad with nois…
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, reckone…
Sweet chestnuts brown like soling… The larch trees, like the colour o… That paled sky in the Autumn seem… What a strange scene before us now… Red, brown, and yellow, russet, bl…
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney so… And hedge row crickets notes that…
Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid, Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me Through the valley—depths of shade… Of night and dark obscurity; Where the path has lost its way,
Among the orchard weeds, from ever… Snugly and sure, the old hen’s nes… Who cackles every morning from her… To tell the servant girl new eggs… Who lays her washing by, and far a…
The beams in blossom with their sp… Smelt sweet as gardens wheresoever… The level meadow grass was in the… The hedge briar rose hung right ac… White over with its flowers—the gr…
How sweet and pleasant grows the w… Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to… Amid the grass and grain We hear it in the weeding time