One night when I went down Thames’ side, in London Town, A heap of rags saw I, And sat me down close by. That thing could shout and bawl,

Come, let us find a cottage, love, That’s green for half a mile aroun… To laugh at every grumbling bee, Whose sweetest blossom’s not yet f… Where many a bird shall sing for y…

No idle gold—since this fine sun,… Is no mean miser, but doth freely… No prescious stones—since these gr… Without a charge, their pearls whe… No lifeless books—since birds with…

I sit beneath your leaves, old oak… You mighty one of all the trees; Within whose hollow trunk a man Could stable his big horse with ea… I see your knuckles hard and stron…

When on a summer’s morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing ril… My bird-like spirit flies. To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, T…

They lived apart for three long ye… Bill Barnes and Nell his wife; He took his joy from other girls, She led a wicked life. Yet ofttimes she would pass his sh…

I thought my true love slept; Behind her chair I crept And pulled out a long pin; The golden flood came out, She shook it all about,

The mind, with its own eyes and ea… May for these others have no care; No matter where this body is, The mind is free to go elsewhere. My mind can be a sailor, when

Thou dost not fly, thou art not pe… The air is all around: What is it that can keep thee set, From falling to the ground? The concentration of thy mind

And now, when merry winds do blow, And rain makes trees look fresh, An overpowering staleness holds This mortal flesh. Though well I love to feel the ra…

I pray you, Sadness, leave me soo… In sweet invention thou art poor! Thy sister, Joy can make ten song… While thou art making four. One hour with thee is sweet enough…

Now do I hear thee weep and groan… Who hath a comrade sunk at sea? Then quaff thee of my good old ale… And it will raise him up for thee; Thoul’t think as little of him the…

A jar of cider and my pipe, In summer, under shady tree; A book by one that made his mind Live by its sweet simplicity: Then must I laugh at kings who si…

To think my thoughts are hers, Not one of hers is mine; She laughs—while I must sigh; She sighs—while I must whine. She eats—while I must fast;