IT was a perfect day For sowing; just As sweet and dry was the ground As tobacco-dust. I tasted deep the hour

What matter makes my spade for tea… Letting down two clay pipes into t… The one I smoked, the other a sol… Of Blenheim, Ramillies, and Malp… Perhaps. The dead man’s immortali…

Four miles at a leap, over the dar… To the frosted steep of the down a… Travels my eye with equal ease and… And scarce could my body leap four… This is the best and the worst of…

The downs will lose the sun, white… Lose the bees’ hum; But head and bottle tilted back in… Will never part Till I am cold as midnight and al…

Gone, gone again, May, June, July, And August gone, Again gone by, Not memorable

Is this the road that climbs above… Round what was once a chalk-pit: n… By accident an amphitheatre. Some ash trees standing ankle-deep… And bramble act the parts, and nei…

Fair was the morning, fair our tem… We had seen nothing fairer than th… Though strange, and the untrodden… Wild of the tame, casting out all… Not wild and rustic and old; and w…

As the clouds that are so light, Beautiful, swift, and bright, Cast shadows on field and park Of the earth that is so dark, And even so now, light one!

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but t… On this bleak hut, and solitude, a… Remembering again that I shall di… And neither hear the rain nor give… For washing me cleaner than I hav…

He has a hump like an ape on his b… He has of money a plentiful lack; And but for a gay coat of double h… There is not a plainer thing on th… This fine May morning.

She had a name among the children; But no one loved though someone ow… Her, locked her out of doors at be… And had her kittens duly drowned. In Spring, nevertheless, this cat

They should never have built a bar… Drip, drip, drip! - under that elm… Though when it was young. Now it… But good, not like the barn and me… To-morrow they cut it down. They…

t stood in the sunset sky Like the straight-backed down, Many a time - the barn At the edge of town, So huge and dark that it seemed

All day and night, save winter, ev… Above the inn, the smithy and the… The aspens at the cross-roads talk… Of rain, until their last leaves f… Out of the blacksmith’s cavern com…

‘Twill take some getting.’ ‘Sir,… The old man stared up at the mistl… That hung too high in the poplar’s… Of any climber, though not for kis… Then he went on against the north-…