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…

Here’s an example from A Butterfly; That on a rough, hard rock Happy can lie; Friendless and all alone

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,

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…

As I walked down the waterside This silent morning, wet and dark; Before the cocks in farmyards crow… Before the dogs began to bark; Before the hour of five was struck

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,

I hear leaves drinking rain; I hear rich leaves on top Giving the poor beneath Drop after drop; ‘Tis a sweet noise to hear

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—

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…

I pray you, Sadness, leave me soo… In sweet invention thou art poor! Thy sister, Joy can make ten song… While thou art making four. One hour with thee is sweet enough…

I sit beneath your leaves, old oak… You mighty one of all the trees; Within whose hollow trunk a man Could stable his big horse with ea… I see your knuckles hard and stron…

WHAT moves that lonely man is no… Of waves that break agains the cli… Nor roar of thunder, when that tra… Is caught by rocks that carry far… 'Tis not the groan of oak tree i i…

And now, when merry winds do blow, And rain makes trees look fresh, An overpowering staleness holds This mortal flesh. Though well I love to feel the ra…

Now do I hear thee weep and groan… Who hath a comrade sunk at sea? Then quaff thee of my good old ale… And it will raise him up for thee; Thoul’t think as little of him the…

While joy gave clouds the light of… That beamed wher’er they looked; And calves and lambs had tottering… Excited, while they sucked; While every bird enjoyed his song,