All that blooth means heavy autumn work for him and his hands.

Her strong sense that neither she nor any human being deserved less than was given, did not blind her to the fact that there were others receiving less who had…

'Twas a little one-eyed, blinking sort o' place.

That Elizabeth-Jane Farfrae be not told of my death, or made to grieve on account of me. And that I be not bury'd in consecrated ground. And that no sexton be …

Maud Muller, on a summer's day, Raked the meadows sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health.

And so I penned It down, until at last it came to be, For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.

I walked beside the evening sea And dreamed a dream that could not be; The waves that plunged along the shore Said only: 'Dreamer, dream no more!'