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He loved the brook’s soft sound, The swallow swimming by. He loved the daisy—covered ground, The cloud—bedappled sky. To him the dismal storm appeared
All nature owns with one accord The great and universal Lord: The sun proclaims him through the… The moon when daylight drops away, The very darkness smiles to wear
The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, With narrow pointed wings Whews o’er our heads —soon out of… And as she flies she sings: And darting down the hedgerow side
Say, wilt thou go with me, sweet m… Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me Through the valley—depths of shade… Of bright and dark obscurity; Where the path has lost its way,
The turkeys wade the close to catc… In the old border full of maple tr… And often lay away and breed and c… And bring a brood of chelping chic… The turkey gobbles loud and drops…
He eats (a moment’s stoppage to hi… The stolen turnip as he goes along… And hops along and heeds with care… The passing crowded stage coach re… He talks to none but wends his sil…
Bonny and stout and brown, without… She frowns offended when they call… Yet fat she is, the merriest in th… And all can know she wears a prett… But still she never heeds what pra…
Christmas is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now E’en want will dry its tears in mi… And crown him wi’ a holly bough Tho tramping 'neath a winters sky
Grasshoppers go in many a thumming… And now to stalks of tasseled sow—… That shakes and swees awhile, but… While arching oxeye doubles with h… Next on the cat—tail—grass with fa…
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…
The passing traveller with wonder… A deep and ancient stonepit full o… So deep and very deep the place ha… The church might stand within and… The passing stranger oft with wond…
Welcome, red and roundy sun, Dropping lowly in the west; Now my hard day’s work is done, I’m as happy as the best. Joyful are the thoughts of home,
The firetail tells the boys when n… And tweets and flies from every pa… The yellowhammer never makes a noi… But flies in silence from the nois… The boys will come and take them e…
Come we to the summer, to the summ… For the woods are full of bluebell… And the crow is on the oak a-build… And love is burning diamonds in my… She sits beneath the whitethorn a-…
Like boys that run behind the load… For the mere joy of riding back ag… When summer from the meadow carts… And school hours leave them half a… So I with leisure on three sides…