Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee -  Both were mine! Life went a-maying With Nature, ...

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair -  The bees are stirring -birds are on the wing -  And Winter slumbering in the open ...

A blesséd lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early manhood in the stir And turmoil of the world, retreats at length, With ...

It may indeed be fantasy when I Essay to draw from all created things Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings; And trace in ...

An Allegory On the wide level of a mountain's head, (I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place) Their pinions, ostrich-...

Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, such as would have bee...

Argument: How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she m...

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees; But silently, by slow degrees, My ...

No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues. Come, w...

My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside our Cot, our Cot o'ergrown Wi...

And this place our forefathers made for man! This is the process of our love and wisdom, To each poor brother who offends against us -...

Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have passed, What happy and what mournful hours, since las...

Low was our pretty Cot; our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and eve, and early morn, Th...

With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots, Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots; Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and ...

All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame...

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down...

The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as before. The i...

I Ye clouds! that far above me float and pause, Whose pathless march no mortal may control! Ye Ocean-Waves! that, whereso'er y...

A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell! O'er stiller place No singing skylark ever poised himself. The...

Stop, Christian passer-by!--Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem...