TO A SPINDLE

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MARY’S EVENING SIGH

How bright with pearl the western sky!

How glorious far and wide,

Yon lines of golden clouds that lie

So peaceful side by side!

Their deep’ning tints, the arch of light, 5

All eyes with rapture see;

BARNHAM WATER

Fresh from the Hall of Bounty sprung,

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THE WOODLAND HALLÓ. (Perhaps) adapted for Music.

In our cottage, that peeps from the skirts of the wood,

I am mistress, no mother have I;

Yet blithe are my days, for my father is good,

And kind is my lover hard by;

LOVE OF THE COUNTRY. WRITTEN AT CLARE-HALL, HERTS. June 1804

Welcome silence! welcome peace!

O most welcome, holy shade!

Thus I prove as years increase,

My heart and soul for quiet made.

A VISIT TO RANELAGH

To Ranelagh, once in my life,

By good-natur’d force I was driv’n;

The nations had ceas’d their long strife,

And Peace

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SHOOTER’S HILL

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THE BROKEN CRUTCH. A TALE

‘I tell you, Peggy,’ said a voice behind

A hawthorn hedge, with wild briars thick entwin’d,

Where unseen trav’llers down a shady way

Journey’d beside the swaths of new-mown hay,

THE HORKEY. A PROVINCIAL BALLAD

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or antiquity of which I am not acquainted with, and pretend not to inquire.

WILD FLOWERS (1806)

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