FOR DAVID P—B The eye follows, the land Slips upward, creases down, forms The gentle buttocks of a young Giant. In the nestle,
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, n… Blackberries on either side, thoug… A blackberry alley, going down in… Somewhere at the end of it, heavin… Big as the ball of my thumb, and d…
The rolls and harrows lie at rest… The battered road; and spreading f… Above the russet clods, the corn i… Sprouting its spiry points of tend… Where squats the hare, to terrors…
From breakfast on through all the… At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go,
Margaret, in happy hour Christen’d from that humble flower Which we a daisy call! May thy pretty name—sake be In all things a type of thee,
Announced by all the trumpets of t… Arrives the snow, and, driving o’e… Seems nowhere to alight: the white… Hides hills and woods, the river,… And veils the farm—house at the ga…
Hence vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father… How little you bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all yo… Dwell in some idle brain,
Hence loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus, and blackest Midnigh… In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks… Find out some uncouth cell,
Now swarthy Summer, by rude healt… Precedence takes of rosy fingered… And laughing Joy, with wild flowe… A wild and giddy thing, And Health robust, from every car…
Now as I was young and easy under… About the lilting house and happy… The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring… When weeds, in wheels, shoot long… Thrush’s eggs look little low heav… Through the echoing timber does so… The ear, it strikes like lightning…
Grown about by fragrant bushes, Sunken in a winding valley, Where the clear winds blow And the shadows come and go, And the cattle stand and low
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes, Ca’ them where the heather grows Ca’ them where the burnie rows, My bonie dearie. Hark! the mavis’ evening sang
Little thinks, in the field, yon r… Of thee from the hill—top looking… The heifer that lows in the upland… Far—heard, lows not thine ear to c… The sexton, tolling his bell at no…
A wind sways the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow On the flooring and over the lines
Good—bye, proud world! I’m going… Thou art not my friend, and I’m n… Long through thy weary crowds I r… A river—ark on the ocean brine, Long I’ve been tossed like the dr…
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and… Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never s… I come to pluck your berries harsh… And with forc’d fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mel…
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-…
Just by the wooden brig a bird fle… Frit by the cowboy as he scrambled… To reach the misty dewberry—let us… And seek its nest—the brook we nee… 'Tis scarcely deep enough a bee to…
Palace in smoky light, Troy but a heap of smouldering bou… Hear me. Cadmus of Golden Prow… The silver mirrors catch the brigh… Dawn, to our waking, drifts in the…
Parks and ponds are good by day; I do not delight In black acres of the night, Nor my unseasoned step disturbs The sleeps of trees or dreams of h…
Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy gre… That creepeth o’er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals… In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the sto…
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
Under yonder beech—tree single on… Couched with her arms behind her g… Knees and tresses folded to slip a… Lies my young love sleeping in the… Had I the heart to slide an arm b…
