Robert Southey

The solitary Bee
Whose buzzing was the only sound of life,
Flew there on restless wing,
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The solitary Bee
Whose buzzing was the only sound of life,
Flew there on restless wing,
Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.

And as, when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly leaves a read more

And as, when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly leaves a sober hue display
Less bright than they,
But when the bare and wintry woods we see,
What then so cheerful as the Holly-tree?

Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
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Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
Each in the south melting.

Midnight, and yet no eye
Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.

Midnight, and yet no eye
Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.

"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"

"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"