It was the Rainbow gave thee birt… And left thee all her lovely hues; And, as her mother’€™s name was T… So runs it in my blood to choose For haunts the lonely pools, and k…

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…

To think my thoughts are hers, Not one of hers is mine; She laughs—while I must sigh; She sighs—while I must whine. She eats—while I must fast;

I saw this day sweet flowers grow… But not one like the child did pic… I heard the packhounds in green pa… But no dog like the child heard ba… I heard this day bird after bird—

With thy true love I have more we… Than Charon’s piled-up bank doth… Where he makes kings lay down thei… And life-long misers leave their g… Without thy love I’ve no more wea…

A week ago I had a fire To warm my feet, my hands and face… Cold winds, that never make a frie… Crept in and out of every place. Today the fields are rich in grass…

A dear old couple my grandparents… And kind to all dumb things; they… The lamb that Jesus petted when a… Their faith was never draped by D… Death was a rainbow in Eternity,

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…

Come, let us find a cottage, love, That’s green for half a mile aroun… To laugh at every grumbling bee, Whose sweetest blossom’s not yet f… Where many a bird shall sing for y…

I pray you, Sadness, leave me soo… In sweet invention thou art poor! Thy sister, Joy can make ten song… While thou art making four. One hour with thee is sweet enough…

Here comes Kate Summers, who, for… Takes any man to bed: “You knew my friend, Nell Barnes,… “You knew Nell Barnes—she’s dead. ”Nell Barnes was bad on all you m…

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…

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…

Go, little boy, Fill thee with joy; For Time gives thee Unlicensed hours, To run in fields,

This life is sweetest; in this woo… I hear no children cry for food; I see no woman, white with care; No man, with muscled wasting here. No doubt it is a selfish thing