Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.

Nature, not content with denying to Mr - the faculty of thought, has endowed him with the faculty of writing.

Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at thin…

Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing suc…

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

The voice of one who goes before, to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine Sweet May!

When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow park we saw a few daffodils close to the water side:At last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a l…