He, when young Spring protrudes t… Into his freshened soul; her genia… He full enjoys; and not a beauty b… And not an opening blossom breathe… In summer he, beneath the living s…

When now no more th’ alternate twi… And Cancer reddens with the solar… Short is the doubtful empire of th… And soon, observant of approaching… The meek-eyed Morn appears, mothe…

See where the winding vale its lav… Irriguous, spreads. See, how the… The latent rill, scarce oozing thr… In fair profusion, decks. Long le… Where the breeze blows from yon ex…

He’s not the happy man, to whom is… A plenteous fortune by indulgent… Whose gilded roofs on shining colu… And painted walls enchant the gaze… Whose table flows with hospitable…

’Tis done! dread winter spreads it… And reigns tremendous o’er the con… How dead the vegetable kingdom lie… How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide… His desolate domain. Behold, fond…

Come, gentle God of soft desire, Come and possess my happy breast, Not fury-like in flames and fire, Or frantic folly’s wildness dresse… But come in friendship’s angel-gui…

Ah, urged too late! from beauty’s… Why did I trust my liberty with t… And thou, why didst thou, with inh… If not resolved to take, seduce my… Yes, yes, you said, for lovers’ ey…

While with the public, you, my Lo… A friend and father lost; permit t… The muse assigned of old a double… To praise the dead worth and humbl… Whose generous task begins where i…

Among the changing months, May st… The sweetest, and in fairest colou… Soft as the breeze that fans the s… Sweet as the breath that opening r… Fair as the colour lavish Nature…

Around th’ adjoining brook, that p… The vocal grove, now fretting o’er… Now scarcely moving through a reed… Now starting to a sudden stream, a… Gently diffused into a limpid plai…

Sweet valley, say, where, pensive… For me, our children, England, si… The best of mortals leans his head… Ye fountains, dimpled by my sorrow… Ye brooks that my complainings bor…

Go, little book, and find our Fri… Who Nature and the Muses loves, Who cares the public virtues blend With all the softness of the grove… A fitter time thou canst not choos…

Now, Chatto, you’re a dreary plac… Pale sorrow broods on ilka face; Therburn has run his race. And now, and now, ah me, alas! The carl lies dead.

Thus safely low, my friend, thou c… Here reigns a deep tranquillity o’… No noise, no care, no vanity, no s… Men, woods, and fields, all breath… Then keep each passion down, howev…

Moist, bright, and green, the land… Full swell the woods; their every… Mix’d in wild concert, with the wa… Increased, the distant bleatings o… And hollow lows responsive from th…