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…

Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid, Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me Through the valley—depths of shade… Of night and dark obscurity; Where the path has lost its way,

Where slanting banks are always wi… The daisy is in blossom even now; And where warm patches by the hedg… The cottager when coming home from… Brings home a cowslip root in flow…

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…

When in summer thou walkest In the meads by the river, And to thyself talkest, Dost thou think of one ever— A lost and a lorn one

And will she leave the lowly clown… For silk and satins gay, Her woollen aprons and drab gowns For lady’s cold array? And will she leave the wild hedge…

Oh, the world is all too rude for… Oh, this world is but a rude world… Was there a nook in which the worl… That place would prove a paradise… And there to pluck the blackberry,…

O take this world away from me; Its strife I cannot bear to see, Its very praises hurt me more Than een its coldness did before, Its hollow ways torment me now

Gay was the Maid of Ocram As lady eer might be Ere she did venture past a maid To love Lord Gregory. Fair was the Maid of Ocram

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.… What are life’s joys and gains? What pleasures crowd its ways, That man should take such pains To seek them all his days?

These children of the sun which su… As pastoral minstrels in her merry… Pipe rustic ballads upon busy wing… And glad the cotters’ quiet toils… The white—nosed bee that bores its…

The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts the… The winter is the spring. No flowers to please—no bees to hu…

The little cottage stood alone, th… Of solitude surrounded every side. Bean fields in blossom almost reac… A garden with its hawthorn hedge w… The space between.—Green light di…

The passing traveller with wonder… A deep and ancient stonepit full o… So deep and very deep the place ha… The church might stand within and… The passing stranger oft with wond…

I wandered out one rainy day And heard a bird with merry joys Cry 'wet my foot’ for half the way… I stood and wondered at the noise, When from my foot a bird did flee—