Thy beauty haunts me heart and sou… Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and… Thy beauty makes me like the child That cries aloud to own thy light: The little child that lifts each a…

Cold winds can never freeze, nor t… The cup of cheer that Beauty draw… Out of those Azure heavens and th… I drink and drink, and thirst the… To see the dewdrops thrill the bla…

What is this life if, full of care… We have no time to stand and stare… No time to stand beneath the bough… And stare as long as sheep or cows… No time to see, when woods we pass…

Now, joy is born of parents poor, And pleasure of our richer kind; Though pleasure’s free, she cannot… As sweet a song as joy confined. Pleasure’s a Moth, that sleeps by…

If I were gusty April now, How I would blow at laughing Rose… I’d make her ribbons slip their kn… And all her hair come loose. If I were merry April now,

When on a summer’s morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing ril… My bird-like spirit flies. To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, T…

And now, when merry winds do blow, And rain makes trees look fresh, An overpowering staleness holds This mortal flesh. Though well I love to feel the ra…

Thou dost not fly, thou art not pe… The air is all around: What is it that can keep thee set, From falling to the ground? The concentration of thy mind

My walls outside must have some fl… My walls within must have some boo… A house that’s small; a garden lar… And in it leafy nooks. A little gold that’s sure each wee…

This night, as I sit here alone, And brood on what is dead and gone… The owl that’s in this Highgate W… Has found his fellow in my mood; To every star, as it doth rise -

Indeed this is the sweet life! my… Is under no proud man’s command; There is no voice to break my rest Before a bird has left its nest; There is no man to change my mood,

Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-c… Thou knowest of no strange contine… Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep A gentle motion with the deep; Thou hast not sailed in Indian se…

Now do I hear thee weep and groan… Who hath a comrade sunk at sea? Then quaff thee of my good old ale… And it will raise him up for thee; Thoul’t think as little of him the…

When April scatters charms of pri… Among the copper leaves in thicket… And singing skylarks from the mead… To twinkle like black stars in sun… When I can hear the small woodpec…