There was a weasel lived in the su… With all his family, Till a keeper shot him with his gu… And hung him up on a tree, Where he swings in the wind and ra…

WHEN first I came here I had ho… Hope for I knew not what. Fast be… My heart at the sight of the tall… Or grass and yews, as if my feet Only by scaling its steps of chalk

‘He has robbed two clubs. The jud… Can’t give him more than he undoub… Deserves. The scoundrel! Look at… A lady-killer! Hanging’s too good… For such as he.' So said the stra…

That’s the cuckoo, you say. I can… When last I heard it I cannot rec… Too well the year when first I fa… It was drowned by my man groaning… Ten times with an angry voice he s…

Early one morning in May I set ou… And nobody I knew was about. I’m bound away for ever, Away somewhere, away for ever. There was no wind to trouble the w…

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

There they stand, on their ends, t… That once were underwood of hazel… In Jenny Pink’s copse. Now, by t… Close packed, they make a thicket… Can creep through with the mouse a…

Like the touch of rain she was On a man’s flesh and hair and eyes When the joy of walking thus Has taken him by surprise: With the love of the storm he burn…

The Combe was ever dark, ancient… Its mouth is stopped with brambles… And no one scrambles over the slid… By beech and yew and perishing jun… Down the half precipices of its si…

There are so many things I have f… That once were much to me, or that… All lost, as is a childless woman’… And its child’s children, in the u… Abyss of what can never be again.

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…

Women he liked, did shovel-bearded… Old Farmer Hayward of the Heath,… Loved horses. He himself was like… And leather-coloured. Also he lov… For the life in them he loved most…

Old Man, or Lads-Love, - in the… To one that knows not Lads-Love,… The hoar green feathery herb, almo… Growing with rosemary and lavender… Even to one that knows it well, th…

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…

This is no case of petty right or… That politicians or philosophers Can judge. I hate not Germans, no… With love of Englishmen, to pleas… Beside my hate for one fat patriot