Poems

The Young Letter Writer Dear Sir, Dear Madam, or Dear Friend, With ease are written at the top; When those two happy words are penned, A […]

Thoughtless Cruelty There, Robert, you have killed that fly, And should you thousand ages try The life you’ve taken to supply, You could not do it. […]

Time Spent In Dress In many a lecture, many a book, You all have heard, you all have read, That time is precious. Of its use […]

To A River In Which A Child Was Drowned Smiling river, smiling river, On thy bosom sun-beams play; Though they’re fleeting, and retreating, Thou hast more […]

To A Young Lady, On Being Too Fond Of Music Why is your mind thus all day long Upon your music set; Till reason’s swallowed in […]

To Charles Lloyd A stranger, and alone, I past those scenes We past so late together; and my heart Felt something like desertion, when I look’d […]

To Charles Lloyd: An Unexpected Visitor Alone, obscure, without a friend, A cheerless, solitary thing, Why seeks, my Lloyd, the stranger out? What offering can the […]

To T.L.H. A CHILD Model of thy parent dear, Serious infant worth a fear: In thy unfaultering visage well Picturing forth the son of Tell, When […]

To The Poet Cowper, On His Recovery From An Indisposition WRITTEN SOME TIME BACK. Cowper, I thank my God that thou art healed. Thine was the […]

Wasps In A Garden The wall-trees are laden with fruit; The grape, and the plum, and the pear, The peach and the nectarine, to suit Every […]