LIE here, without a record of thy… Beneath a covering of the common e… It is not from unwillingness to pr… Or want of love, that here no Sto… More thou deserv’st; but 'this’ ma…

—It seems a day (I speak of one from many singled… One of those heavenly days that ca… When, in the eagerness of boyish h… I left our cottage—threshold, sall…

SIX changeful years have vanished… Poured out (saluted by that quicke… Which met me issuing from the Cit… A glad preamble to this Verse: I… Aloud, with fervour irresistible

And is this —Yarrow? —This the st… Of which my fancy cherished So faithfully, a waking dream, An image that hath perished? O that some minstrel’s harp were n…

These times strike monied worldlin… Even rich men, brave by nature, ta… With words of apprehension and des… While tens of thousands, thinking… Men unto whom sufficient for the d…

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…

IS it a reed that’s shaken by the… Or what is it that ye go forth to… Lords, lawyers, statesmen, squires… Men known, and men unknown, sick,… Post forward all, like creatures o…

YE Storms, resound the praises of… And ye mild Seasons—in a sunny cl… Midway on some high hill, while fa… Looks on delighted—meet in festal… And loud and long of Winter’s tri…

When first, descending from the mo… I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide Along a bare and open valley, The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide… When last along its banks I wande…

The Knight had ridden down from W… With the slow motion of a summer’s… And now, as he approached a vassal… “Bring forth another horse!” he cr… “Another horse!”—That shout the v…

See Plutarch. Serene, and fitted to embrace, Where’er he turned, a swan—like gr… Of haughtiness without pretence, And to unfold a still magnificence…