The Quilting
Dolly sits a–quilting by her mother, stitch by stitch,Gracious, how my pulses throb, how my fingers itch,While I note her dainty waist and her slender hand,As she matches …
highland Mary
Ye banks, and braes, and streams aroundThe castle o’ Montgomery,Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,Your waters never drumlie!There Simmer first unfald her robes,And there the langest …
When We Two Parted
When we two partedIn silence and tears,Half broken-heartedTo sever for years,Pale grew thy cheek and cold,Colder thy kiss;Truly that hour foretoldSorrow to this. The dew of the morningSunk …
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short …
Good Timber
The tree that never had to fightFor sun and sky and air and light,But stood out in the open plainAnd always got its share of rain,Never became a …
The Chambered Nautilus
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,Sails the unshadowed main,—The venturous bark that flingsOn the sweet summer wind its purpled wingsIn gulfs enchanted, where the Siren …
The Village Blacksmith
Under a spreading chestnut-treeThe village smithy stands;The smith, a mighty man is he,With large and sinewy hands;And the muscles of his brawny armsAre strong as iron bands. His …