Oh, the world is all too rude for… Oh, this world is but a rude world… Was there a nook in which the worl… That place would prove a paradise… And there to pluck the blackberry,…

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

With careful step to keep his bala… He reels on warily along the stree… Slabbering at mouth and with a sta… Mutters an angry look at all he me… Bumptious and vain and proud he sh…

Why should man’s high aspiring min… Burn in him with so proud a breath… When all his haughty views can fin… In this world yields to death? The fair, the brave, the vain, the…

Pretty swallow, once again Come and pass me in the rain. Pretty swallow, why so shy? Pass again my window by. The horsepond where he dips his wi…

I am! yet what I am who cares, or… My friends forsake me like a memor… I am the self—consumer of my woes; They rise and vanish, an oblivious… Shadows of life, whose very soul i…

The beams in blossom with their sp… Smelt sweet as gardens wheresoever… The level meadow grass was in the… The hedge briar rose hung right ac… White over with its flowers—the gr…

O take this world away from me; Its strife I cannot bear to see, Its very praises hurt me more Than een its coldness did before, Its hollow ways torment me now

The morning opens fine, bonny Mar… The robin sings his song by the da… Where the little Jenny wrens cock… Singing morning’s happy songs with… The swallow’s on the wing, bonny…

O for that sweet, untroubled rest That poets oft have sung!— The babe upon its mother’s breast, The bird upon its young, The heart asleep without a pain—

Where the broad sheepwalk bare and… [Yields] scant grass pining after… And winds go fanning up and down The little strawy bents and noddin… There the huge thistle, spurred wi…

The frog croaks loud, and maidens… But fear the noisome toad and shun… And on the sunny banks they dare n… Where hissing snakes run to the fl… The nuthatch noises loud in wood a…

What a night! The wind howls, his… To howl more loud, while the snow… Incessant batter at the window pan… Making our comfort feel as sweet a… And in the morning, when the tempe…

Tis three years and a quarter sinc… To go aboard a ship through love,… I crossed my native fields, where… And the groundlark left his nest l… The pigeons from the dove cote coo…