Song

"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 been"

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

"Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no     No question was asked me, it could not be so!     If the life was the question, a thing sent"

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

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"