He could not die when trees were green, for he loved the time too well.Collection: Poetry
If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs.Collection: Life
I am gennerally understood tho I do not use that awkward squad of pointings called commas colons semicolons etc.
My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition.
Still, I have been no one's enemy but my own. My easy nature, either in drinking or anything else, was always ready to submit to persuasions of profligate companions, who often led me into snares.
The best way to avoid a bad action is by doing a good one, for there is no difficulty in the world like that of trying to do nothing.
And all the charms of face or voice Which I in others see, Are but the recollected choice Of what I feel for thee.
I am, as far as my politics reaches, 'King and Country' - no 'Innovations in Religion and Government' say I.
Love lives with Nature, not with lust. Go find her in the flowers.Collection: Flower
I found the poems in the fields And only wrote them downCollection: Fields
Summer is a prodigal of joy. The grass Swarms with delighted insects as I pass, And crowds of grasshoppers at every stride Jump out all ways with happiness their guide; And from my brushing feet moths flit away In safer places to pursue their play. In crowds they start. I marvel, well I may, To see such worlds of insects in the way, And more to see each thing, however small, Sharing joy's bounty that belongs to all. And here I gather, by the world forgot, Harvests of comfort from their happy mood, Feeling God's blessing dwells in every spot And nothing lives but owes him gratitude.Collection: Summer
The present is the funeral of the past, And man the living sepulchre of life.Collection: Past
For Nature is love, and finds haunts for true love, Where nothing can hear or intrude; It hides from the eagle and joins with the dove, In beautiful green solitude.Collection: Beautiful
And what is Life? - An hour-glass on the runCollection: Running
I ne'er was struck before that hour with love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower and stole my heart away completeCollection: Romantic
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.Collection: Air
I long for scenes where man has never trod;... There to abide with my Creator, God.Collection: Men
I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place ... and can return no more.Collection: Love
Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude / And flew to the silence of sweet solitude.Collection: Sweet
I long for scenes where man has never trod; A place where woman never smil'd or wept; There to abide with my creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept: Untroubling and untroubled where I lie; The grass below--above the vaulted sky.Collection: Lying
Wildness is my suiting scene.Collection: Nature
Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away.Collection: Poor
He could not die when the trees were green, For he loved the time too well.Collection: Time
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest--that I love the best-- Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.Collection: Dream
I am the self-consumer of my woes.Collection: Self
Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away.Collection: Tears
To-morrow comes, true copy of to-day,And empty shadow of what is to be;Yet cheated Hope on future still depends,And ends but only when our being ends.Collection: Shadow
Now musing o'er the changing scene Farmers behind the tavern screen Collect; with elbows idly press'd On hob, reclines the corner's guest, Reading the news to mark again The bankrupt lists or price of grain. Puffing the while his red-tipt pipe He dreams o'er troubles nearly ripe, Yet, winter's leisure to regale, Hopes better times, and sips his ale.Collection: Dream
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost; And yet I am, and live with shadows tost.Collection: Memories
I live here among the ignorant like a lost man in fact like one whom the rest seems careless of having anything to do with — they hardly dare talk in my company for fear I shoud mention them in my writings & I find more pleasure in wandering the fields then in mixing among my silent neighbours who are insensible of everything but toiling & talking of it & that to no purpose.Collection: Writing
So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze; The place we occupy seems all the world.Collection: Dark
Tasteful illumination of the night, Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.Collection: Stars
Forgive me if, in friendship’s way, I offer thee a wreath of May.... [N]ourished by the dews of heaven.... So I have Ivy placed between, To prove that worth is ever green. The little blue Forget-me-not... Spring’s messenger in every spot, Smiling on all—"Remember me!Collection: Spring
I was Byron and Shakespeare formerly.Collection: Byron
This world has suns, but they are overcast;This world has sweets, but they're of ling'ring bloom;Life still expects, and empty falls at last;Warm Hope on tiptoe drops into the tomb.Collection: Sweet
In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be; Where all the noises, that on peace intrude, Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee, Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.Collection: Song
When trouble haunts me, need I sigh?No, rather smile away despairCollection: Despair
I lost the love of heaven above I spurned the lust of earth below I felt the sweets of fancied love And hell itself my only foe.Collection: Sweet