#English
I hid my love when young till I Couldn’t bear the buzzing of a fly… I hid my love to my despite Till I could not bear to look at… I dare not gaze upon her face
Dear brother robin this comes from… With our kind love and could Gip… Though but a dog he’d have his lov… For still he knows and by your cor… The moment he comes in he lyes him…
Christmas is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now E’en want will dry its tears in mi… And crown him wi’ a holly bough Tho tramping 'neath a winters sky
The frog croaks loud, and maidens… But fear the noisome toad and shun… And on the sunny banks they dare n… Where hissing snakes run to the fl… The nuthatch noises loud in wood a…
He eats (a moment’s stoppage to hi… The stolen turnip as he goes along… And hops along and heeds with care… The passing crowded stage coach re… He talks to none but wends his sil…
The beams in blossom with their sp… Smelt sweet as gardens wheresoever… The level meadow grass was in the… The hedge briar rose hung right ac… White over with its flowers—the gr…
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonel… I’ve seen the winter floods their… Through each old arch that tremble… Bent o’er its wall to watch the da… As their old stations would be was…
The badger grunting on his woodlan… With shaggy hide and sharp nose sc… Roots in the bushes and the woods,… A great high burrow in the ferns a… With nose on ground he runs an awk…
While snow the window—panes bedim, The fire curls up a sunny charm, Where, creaming o’er the pitcher’s… The flowering ale is set to warm; Mirth, full of joy as summer bees,
What is song’s eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises said
When trouble haunts me, need I si… No, rather smile away despair; For those have been more sad than… With burthens more than I could b… Aye, gone rejoicing under care
Farewell to the bushy clump close… And the flags where the butter—bum… Farewell to the weedy nook, hemmed… Farewell to the miller’s brook and… Farewell to them all while in pris…
Supper removed, the mother sits, And tells her tales by starts and… Not willing to lose time or toil, She knits or sews, and talks the w… Something, that may be warnings fo…
_Now_ is past—the happy _now_ When we together roved Beneath the wildwood’s oak—tree bo… And Nature said we loved. Winter’s blast
The landscape sleeps in mist from… And, if the sun looks through, ‘ti… Beamless and pale and round, as if… When done the journey of her night… Had found him sleeping, and suppli…