While snow the window—panes bedim, The fire curls up a sunny charm, Where, creaming o’er the pitcher’s… The flowering ale is set to warm; Mirth, full of joy as summer bees,

When trouble haunts me, need I si… No, rather smile away despair; For those have been more sad than… With burthens more than I could b… Aye, gone rejoicing under care

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,

‘Where art thou wandering, little… I said to one I met to—day.— She pushed her bonnet up and smile… 'I’m going upon the green to play: Folks tell me that the May’s in f…

What is song’s eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises said

I hid my love when young till I Couldn’t bear the buzzing of a fly… I hid my love to my despite Till I could not bear to look at… I dare not gaze upon her face

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

Poet of mighty power, I fain Would court the muse that honoured… And, like Elisha’s spirit, gain A part of thy intensity; And share the mantle which she flu…

My Anna, summer laughs in mirth, And we will of the party be, And leave the crickets in the hear… For green fields’ merry minstrelsy… I see thee now with little hand

On the eighteenth of October we l… All ready to set sail, with a fres… A fortnight and nine days we in th… And no breeze ever reached us or s… Three ships of war had we, and the…

I’ve left my own old home of homes… Green fields and every pleasant pl… The summer like a stranger comes, I pause and hardly know her face. I miss the hazel’s happy green,

Now summer is in flower and nature… Is never silent round her sultry b… Insects as small as dust are never… Wi’ glittering dance and reeling i… And green wood fly and blossom hau…

A path, old tree, goes by thee cro… And through this little gate that… Against thy rifted trunk, what ste… Though but a lonely way, yet myste… Oer crowds of pastoral scenes reco…

The wild duck startles like a sudd… And heron slow as if it might be c… The flopping crows on weary wings… And grey beard jackdaws noising as… The crowds of starnels whizz and h…