FANCY, who leads the pastimes of… Full oft is pleased a wayward dart… Sending sad shadows after things n… Peopling the harmless fields with… Beneath her sway, a simple forest…

A trouble, not of clouds, or weepi… Nor of the setting sun’s pathetic… Engendered, hangs o’er Eildon’s t… Spirits of Power, assembled there… For kindred Power departing from…

AMONG the dwellings framed by bi… In field or forest with nice care, Is none that with the little Wren… In snugness may compare. No door the tenement requires,

THE gentlest Shade that walked E… Might sometimes covet dissoluble c… Even for the tenants of the zone t… Beyond the stars, celestial Parad… Methinks 'twould heighten joy, to…

WHO fancied what a pretty sight This Rock would be if edged aroun… With living snow—drops? circlet br… How glorious to this orchard—groun… Who loved the little Rock, and se…

O FRIEND! I know not which way… For comfort, being, as I am, oppr… To think that now our life is only… For show; mean handy—work of craft… Or groom!—We must run glittering…

At the corner of Wood Street, whe… Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, i… Poor Susan has passed by the spot… In the silence of morning the song… 'Tis a note of enchantment; what a…

Amid a fertile region green with w… And fresh with rivers, well doth i… The Ducal Owner, in his Palace—h… To naturalise this tawny Lion bro… Children of Art, that claim stran…

SWIFTLY turn the murmuring whee… Night has brought the welcome hour… When the weary fingers feel Help, as if from faery power; Dewy night o’ershades the ground;

The God of Love—'ah, benedicite!' How mighty and how great a Lord i… For he of low hearts can make high… He can make low, and unto death br… And hard—hearts he can make them k…