They lived apart for three long ye… Bill Barnes and Nell his wife; He took his joy from other girls, She led a wicked life. Yet ofttimes she would pass his sh…

One night when I went down Thames’ side, in London Town, A heap of rags saw I, And sat me down close by. That thing could shout and bawl,

Indeed this is the sweet life! my… Is under no proud man’s command; There is no voice to break my rest Before a bird has left its nest; There is no man to change my mood,

To think my thoughts are hers, Not one of hers is mine; She laughs—while I must sigh; She sighs—while I must whine. She eats—while I must fast;

Thy beauty haunts me heart and sou… Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and… Thy beauty makes me like the child That cries aloud to own thy light: The little child that lifts each a…

No idle gold—since this fine sun,… Is no mean miser, but doth freely… No prescious stones—since these gr… Without a charge, their pearls whe… No lifeless books—since birds with…

This life is sweetest; in this woo… I hear no children cry for food; I see no woman, white with care; No man, with muscled wasting here. No doubt it is a selfish thing

When April scatters charms of pri… Among the copper leaves in thicket… And singing skylarks from the mead… To twinkle like black stars in sun… When I can hear the small woodpec…

It was the Rainbow gave thee birt… And left thee all her lovely hues; And, as her mother’€™s name was T… So runs it in my blood to choose For haunts the lonely pools, and k…

A jar of cider and my pipe, In summer, under shady tree; A book by one that made his mind Live by its sweet simplicity: Then must I laugh at kings who si…

Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-c… Thou knowest of no strange contine… Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep A gentle motion with the deep; Thou hast not sailed in Indian se…

I thought my true love slept; Behind her chair I crept And pulled out a long pin; The golden flood came out, She shook it all about,

Good morning, Life—and all Things glad and beautiful. My pockets nothing hold, But he that owns the gold, The Sun, is my great friend—

My walls outside must have some fl… My walls within must have some boo… A house that’s small; a garden lar… And in it leafy nooks. A little gold that’s sure each wee…