Infant’ graves are steps of angels… Earth’s brightest gems of innocenc… God is their parent, and they need… He takes them to His bosom from e… A bud their lifetime and a flower…

_Now_ is past—the happy _now_ When we together roved Beneath the wildwood’s oak—tree bo… And Nature said we loved. Winter’s blast

The morning road is thronged with… Who seek the water for their Sund… They run to seek the shallow pit,… And dance about the water in the s… The boldest ventures first and das…

When trouble haunts me, need I si… No, rather smile away despair; For those have been more sad than… With burthens more than I could b… Aye, gone rejoicing under care

Welcome, red and roundy sun, Dropping lowly in the west; Now my hard day’s work is done, I’m as happy as the best. Joyful are the thoughts of home,

‘Where art thou wandering, little… I said to one I met to—day.— She pushed her bonnet up and smile… 'I’m going upon the green to play: Folks tell me that the May’s in f…

These children of the sun which su… As pastoral minstrels in her merry… Pipe rustic ballads upon busy wing… And glad the cotters’ quiet toils… The white—nosed bee that bores its…

On Martinmas eve the dogs did bar… And I opened the window to see, When every maiden went by with her… But neer a one came to me. And O dear what will become of me…

Now summer is in flower and nature… Is never silent round her sultry b… Insects as small as dust are never… Wi’ glittering dance and reeling i… And green wood fly and blossom hau…

I sleep with thee, and wake with t… And yet thou art not there; I fill my arms with thoughts of th… And press the common air. Thy eyes are gazing upon mine,

Far spread the moorey ground a lev… Bespread with rush and one eternal… That never felt the rage of blunde… Though centurys wreathed spring’s… Still meeting plains that stretche…

The cataract, whirling down the pr… Elbows down rocks and, shouldering… Roars, howls, and stifled murmurs… Hell and its agonies seem hid belo… Thick rolls the mist, that smokes…

In crime and enmity they lie Who sin and tell us love can die, Who say to us in slander’s breath That love belongs to sin and death… From heaven it came on angel’s win…

I lost the love of heaven above, I spurned the lust of earth below, I felt the sweets of fancied love And hell itself my only foe. I lost earth’s joys but felt the g…

The little cottage stood alone, th… Of solitude surrounded every side. Bean fields in blossom almost reac… A garden with its hawthorn hedge w… The space between.—Green light di…