This is my brave singer, With his beak of gold; Now my heart’s a captive In his song’s sweet hold. O, the lark’s a rover,

In the grey and dusty morn, Dreaming Jane arose, And from silent room to room With her duster goes. Slipping 'neath her sleepy hand

Last eve and through the night I… Go forth across the fields, and st… I hear it echo, and the fierce rep… Of some poor stricken heart too fa… Beside my gate a little calf, bere…

We have met, you and I, long ago, Yesterday when I saw you I knew, For the sight of the city was gone… And the sky took an orient blue; Strange flowers and strange perfum…

God made the man and bid him multi… Replenish the green earth, nor bre… Made by His hand; Man hearing und… He loved His work and held His la… And wherefore then does this poor…

If by my tomb some day you careles… A moment grieved by coming on my n… Ah! kneel awhile upon the tender g… In some short prayer acquitting me… If I reached not your pinnacle of…

When Youth, led on by love and fo… Kissing sweet eyes beyond the allo… That he should turn to labour and… Beyond his window beauty breaks to… O greybeard, pause before thy ange…

A little dog disturbed my trust in… I praised most faithfully All the great things that be, Man’s pain and pleasure even; I said though hard this weighing

I could have sung as sweet as any… Who in unfettered skies doth find… And sings to leaning angels prayer… For in God’s garden the most lowl… |But came the cares—a grey and sti…

A miller’s daughter, as I heard t… Sing heigh! but the maid was merry… Was loved by her father’s man full… His cheek was brown as a berry. He made the grey mare fast to her…

The good Lord gave, the Lord has… Blessed be His name, His holy wil… The mourners all have gone, all sa… The little grave lies lonely in th… Nay! I would not follow, though t…

I drew her out of the wave High up on the windy shore. Oh, never a fish I caught So fair in my net before. And white she was as the foam

Haste, maiden, haste! the spray ha… The dawn creeps o’er the heavens g… Come, see the bud ere breaking, th… ‘A moment, Time, until I bind my… Come, maiden, come! the bud has bu…

‘This is an evil night to go, my s… To the thorn-tree across the fairy… Will you not wait till Hallow Eve… For many are the dangers in your p… ‘I may not wait till Hallow Eve i…

She had hair gold as her father’s… She tripped and sung, Like to a little lamb new-born, So gay, so young. She gathered lone in the long day’…