I STOOD tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn, And fresh from the clear brook; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept A little noiseless noise among t

WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough, Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's, And the Squire, and Lady Susan, lie in Mellstock churchyard now! "Gone," I call them, gone for good, that group of local hearts and heads; Yet at mothy curfew-tide, And at midnight when the noon-heat breathes it back from walls and leads, They've a way of whispering to me—fellow-wight who yet abide— In the muted, measured note Of a

Addressed To A Young Lady FAR from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove Through bare grey dell, high wood, and pastoral cove; Where...

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One...

Lo, an English mansion founded In the elder James's reign, Quaint and stately, and surrounded With a pastoral domain. With well-timber'd lawn and gardens And with many a pleasant mead, Skirted by the lofty coverts Where the hare and pheasant feed. Flank'd it is with goodly stables, Shelter'd by coeval trees So it lifts its honest gables Toward the distant German seas Where it once discern'd the smoke Of old sea-battles far away : Saw victorious Nelson's topmasts Anchoring in