Who first invented work, and bound the free And holyday-rejoicing spirit down To the ever-haunting importunity Of business in the gr...

To a Young Friend  On Her Twenty-First Birthday Crown me a cheerful goblet, while I pray A blessing on thy years, young Isola; Y...

Smiling river, smiling river, On thy bosom sun-beams play; Though they're fleeting and retreating, Thou hast more deceit than th...

For their elder Sister's hair Martha does a wreath prepare Of bridal rose, ornate and gay: To-morrow is the wedding day. She i...

On a bank with roses shaded,  Whose sweet scent the violets aided, Violets whose breath alone Yields but feeble smell or none (Swe...

Queen-Brid that sittest on thy shining nest, And thy young cygnets without sorrow hatchest, And thou, thou other royal bird, that watc...

They talk of time, and of time's galling yoke, That like a millstone on man's mind doth press, Which only works and business c...

An Album is a Garden, not for show Planted, but use; where wholesome herbs should grown. A Cabinet of curious porcelain, where No fa...

From broken visions of perturbed rest I wake, and start, and fear to sleep again. How total a privation of all sounds, Sight, and fa...

This rare tablet doth include Poverty with Sanctitude. Past midnight this poor maid hath spun, And yet the work is not half done, ...