I HEARD a thousand blended note… While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant t… Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link

Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,

Sweet Flower! belike one day to h… A place upon thy Poet’s grave, I welcome thee once more: But He, who was on land, at sea, My Brother, too, in loving thee,

When Ruth was left half desolate, Her Father took another Mate; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill,

I was thy neighbour once, thou rug… Four summer weeks I dwelt in sigh… I saw thee every day; and all the… Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy… So pure the sky, so quiet was the…

One who was suffering tumult in hi… Yet failed to seek the sure relief… Went forth—his course surrendering… Of the fierce wind, while mid—day… Insidiously, untimely thunders gro…

That is work of waste and ruin— Do as Charles and I are doing! Strawberry—blossoms, one and all, We must spare them—here are many: Look at it—the flower is small,

With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world… Daisy! again I talk to thee, For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming Common—place

I GRIEVED for Buonaparte, with… And an unthinking grief! The tend… Of that Man’s mind—what can it be… Fed his first hopes? what knowledg… 'Tis not in battles that from yout…

WHEN Contemplation, like the nig… Through earth and sky, spreads wid… Into the soul its tranquillising p… Even then I sometimes grieve for… Earth’s paramount Creature! not s…