Mary, leave thy lowly cot When thy thickest jobs are done; When thy friends will miss thee no… Mary, to the pastures run. Where we met the other night

Among the orchard weeds, from ever… Snugly and sure, the old hen’s nes… Who cackles every morning from her… To tell the servant girl new eggs… Who lays her washing by, and far a…

He waits all day beside his little… And asks the passing stranger what… But those who often pass his daily… Look at their watch and tell befor… He mutters stories to himself and…

While snow the window—panes bedim, The fire curls up a sunny charm, Where, creaming o’er the pitcher’s… The flowering ale is set to warm; Mirth, full of joy as summer bees,

Well, honest John, how fare you n… The spring is come, and birds are… The old cock—robin to the sty is c… With olive feathers and its ruddy… And the old cock, with wattles and…

All nature owns with one accord The great and universal Lord: The sun proclaims him through the… The moon when daylight drops away, The very darkness smiles to wear

The Old Year’s gone away To nothingness and night: We cannot find him all the day Nor hear him in the night: He left no footstep, mark or place

The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, With narrow pointed wings Whews o’er our heads —soon out of… And as she flies she sings: And darting down the hedgerow side

When shall I see the white—thorn… And yellowhammers gathering the dr… By the dyke side, on stilly moor o… Feathered with love and nature’s g… Rude is the tent this architect in…

Wandering by the river’s edge, I love to rustle through the sedge And through the woods of reed to t… Almost as high as bushes are. Yet, turning quick with shudder ch…

When once the sun sinks in the wes… And dewdrops pearl the evening’s b… Almost as pale as moonbeams are, Or its companionable star, The evening primrose opes anew

The badger grunting on his woodlan… With shaggy hide and sharp nose sc… Roots in the bushes and the woods,… A great high burrow in the ferns a… With nose on ground he runs an awk…

The rolls and harrows lie at rest… The battered road; and spreading f… Above the russet clods, the corn i… Sprouting its spiry points of tend… Where squats the hare, to terrors…

Grasshoppers go in many a thumming… And now to stalks of tasseled sow—… That shakes and swees awhile, but… While arching oxeye doubles with h… Next on the cat—tail—grass with fa…