Solitude

 

     O how sweet I cannot tell
    With thee at that hour to dwell
    Stretchd the mossy bank beside
    Lye to view the random tide
    Where no clowns has chopt from thence
    Bush nor stake to mend his fence

    Cornerd stones & pebbles round
    Breaking dasht wi mellow sound
    Wether this or that to see
    I am blest if Im wi thee

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Cows went & came

Cows went & came with every morn & night
To the wild pasture as their common right
& sheep unfolded with the rising sun
Heard the swains shout & felt their freedom won
Tracked the red fallow field & heath & plain
Or sought the brook to drink & roamed again

While the glad shepherd traced their tracks along
Free as the lark & happy as her song

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The spring head

Therefore leave the shadeles goss

Seek the spring head lin'd with moss

There your little feet may stand

Safely on the printing sand

While in full poss[ess]ion where

Purling eddies ripple clear

You with ease and plenty blest

Sip the coolest and the best

Then away and wet your throats

Cheer me with your warbling notes

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Crookd pads

Where the oak plank crosst the stream 

Which the early rising lass

Climbs each morn wi gathering cream

Crookd pads tracking thro the grass

There where willows hing their boughs

Briars & black thorns formd a bower

Stunted thick from sheep & cows

There I stood to shun the shower

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Bluebells again…

Where I plucked thee the bluebell,
'T was where the night dew fell,
And rested till morn in the cups of the flowers;
I shook the sweet posies,
Bluebells and brere roses,
As we sat in cool shade in Summer's warm hours.

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Midnight brooding

When nights last hours like haunting spirits creep

With listning terrors round the couch of sleep

& midnight brooding with its deepest dye

Seizes on fear with dismal sympathy

I dreamd a dream of somthing kin to fate

Which superst[it]ions blackest thoughts create

Something half natural to the grave that seems

Which deaths long trance of slumber aptly dreams

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Glittering pearls

I loved & wooed them in the field like gems

Of two much value for the clown who sung

The azure bluebells in their sapphire stems

Among green bushes low their mute bells hung

These seemed loves modest maidens dew bestrung

With blebs o' mornings glittering pearls

I loved them in the vallys where I sung

With their green drapery & crispy curls

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