I have been reading Pomfret’s “Ch… A pretty kind of—sort of—kind of t… Not much a verse, and poem none at… Yet, as they say, extremely natura… And yet I know not. There’s an ar…

Huzza, my boys! our friends the D… Our good old friends, and burst th… Aye, and have done it without bloo… Like men, to sense as well as free… The moment, I’ll be sworn, that O…

It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are w… After the silver showers. The green leaves they looked green…

It flows through old hushed Egypt… Like some grave mighty thought thr… And times and things, as in that v… Keeping along it their eternal sta… Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shep…

We, the Fairies, blithe and antic… Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep u… Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets are always sweeter,

There is May in books forever; May will part from Spenser never; May’s in Milton, May’s in Prior, May’s in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer; May’s in all the Italian books:—

’Tis well you think me truly one o… Whose sense discerns the lovelines… For surely as I feel the bird tha… Behind the leaves, or dawn as it u… Or the rich bee rejoicing as he go…

Now sheath’d is the Sword that wa… The Tempest of Slaughter and Ter… Old ALBION her Neighbour all s… For the OLIVE of PEACE blooms… Beam on the day,

The moist and quiet morn was scarc… When Ariadne in her bower was wak… Her eyelids still were closing, an… But indistinctly yet a little bird… That in the leaves o’erhead, waiti…

Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as… : And whistles and songs as words. Up they were with the earliest sig…

Robin Hood’s mother, these twelve… Has been gone from her earthly hom… And Robin has paid, he scarce kne… A sum for a noble tomb. The church-yard lies on a woody hi…

Open the window, and let the air Freshly blow upon face and hair, And fill the room, as it fills the… With the breath of the rain’s swee… Hark! the burthen, swift and prone…

It lies before me there, and my ow… Stirs its thin outer threads, as t… The living head I stood in honour… Talking of lovely things that conq… Perhaps he pressed it once, or und…

Green little vaulter in the sunny… Catching your heart up at the feel… Sole voice that’s heard amidst the… When even the bees lag at the summ… And you, warm little housekeeper,…

It flows through old hushed Egypt… Like some grave mighty thought thr… And times and things, as in that v… Keeping along it their eternal sta… Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shep…