James Thomson (1)

Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge,
The glow-worm lights his gem; and through the dark,
A read more

Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge,
The glow-worm lights his gem; and through the dark,
A moving radiance twinkles.

While I deduce,
From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings,
The symphony of spring.

While I deduce,
From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings,
The symphony of spring.

Her polish'd limbs,
Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire;
Beyond the pomp of dress; for read more

Her polish'd limbs,
Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire;
Beyond the pomp of dress; for Loveliness
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is, when unadorn'd the most.

Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless read more

Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless caws amusive.

Distrust any enterprise that requires new clothes.

Distrust any enterprise that requires new clothes.