One hour: as dim he and his house… As a reflection in a rippling broo… While I remember him; but first,… Empty it sounded. It was dark wit… That brushed the walls and made th…

She is most fair, And when they see her pass The poets’ ladies Look no more in the glass But after her.

The last light has gone out of the… This moonlight lying on the grass… Beyond the brink of the tall elm’s… It is as if everything else had sl… Many an age, unforgotten and lost…

Four miles at a leap, over the dar… To the frosted steep of the down a… Travels my eye with equal ease and… And scarce could my body leap four… This is the best and the worst of…

IF I should ever by chance grow r… I’ll buy Codham, Cockridden, and… Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater, And let them all to my eldest daug… The rent I shall ask of her will…

Harry, you know at night The larks in Castle Alley Sing from the attic’s height As if the electric light Were the true sun above a summer v…

Now I know that Spring will come… Perhaps to-morrow: however late I… After this night following on such… While still my temples ached from… Of hail and wind, and still the pr…

TALL nettles cover up, as they h… These many springs, the rusty harr… Long worn out, and the roller made… Only the elm butt tops the nettles… This corner of the farmyard I lik…

t stood in the sunset sky Like the straight-backed down, Many a time - the barn At the edge of town, So huge and dark that it seemed

‘He has robbed two clubs. The jud… Can’t give him more than he undoub… Deserves. The scoundrel! Look at… A lady-killer! Hanging’s too good… For such as he.' So said the stra…

Seated once by a brook, watching a… Chiefly that paddled, I was thus… Mellow the blackbird sang and shar… Not far off in oak and hazel brush… Unseen. There was a scent like ho…

The skylarks are far behind that s… I can hear no more those suburb ni… Thrushes and blackbirds sing in th… In vain: the noise of man, beast,… But the call of children in the un…

No one so much as you Loves this my clay, Or would lament as you Its dying day. You know me through and through

Out in the sun the goldfinch flits Along the thistle-tops, flits and… Above the hollow wood Where birds swim like fish - Fish that laugh and shriek -

To-day I want the sky, The tops of the high hills, Above the last man’s house, His hedges, and his cows, Where, if I will, I look