“OLD Norbert with the flat blue… A German said to be— Why let your pipe die on your lap, Your eyes blink absently?”— —"Ah!... Well, I had thought till…

They had long met o’ Zundays—her… And at junketings, maypoles, and f… But she bode wi’ a thirtover uncle… Swore by noon and by night that he… Naibor Sweatley—a gaffer oft weak…

As I drive to the junction of lan… And the drizzle bedrenches the wag… I look behind at the fading byway, And see on its slope, now glisteni… Distinctly yet

Everybody else, then, going, And I still left where the fair w… Much have I seen of neighbour lou… Making a lusty showing, Each now past all knowing.

Clouds spout upon her Their waters amain In ruthless disdain,— Her who but lately Had shivered with pain

Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk, With an old horse that stumbles an… Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame

Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles an… Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame

A bird sings the selfsame song, With never a fault in its flow, That we listened to here those lon… Long years ago. A pleasing marvel is how

A plain tilt-bonnet on her head She took the path across the leaze… —Her spouse the vicar, gardening,… ‘Too dowdy that, for coquetries, So I can hoe at ease.’

(an Incident of Froom Valley) “THY husband—poor, poor Heart!—i… Dead, out by Moreford Rise; A bull escaped the barton-shed, Gored him, and there he lies!”

Who were the twain that trod this… So many times together Hither and back, In spells of certain and uncertain… Commonplace in conduct they

Around the house the flakes fly fa… And all the berries now are gone From holly and cotoneaster Around the house. The flakes fly!… Shutting indoors that crumb-outcas…

He does not think that I haunt he… How shall I let him know That whither his fancy sets him wa… I, too, alertly go? — Hover and hover a few feet from hi…