Weeds of all sorts

The partridge whirs up frit away from her nest 

& the hare with the morning dew yet on her breast 

Jumps away from his hustle & bustle & noise 

Which he makes in the midst of his rapture & joys

Now singing & tearing up weeds of all sorts 

Showy corn poppys shining like foxhunters coats 

& bluecaps & cockleflowers no matter what 

To make a gay garland to stick in his hat 

& now he struts out what a gesture he wears 

As proud of his colours as soldiers of 

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Droning bee

When it comes a summer shower

It still will go from flower to flower

Then underneath the rushes—

It sees the silver daisy flower

& there it spends a little hour

Then hides among the bushes

But whence they come from where they go

None but the wiser schoolboy's know

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The gay flowret

As oer the gay pasture went rocking a clown 

A gay gaudy buttercups gold fringed gown 
Engaged his attention as passing her bye 
& rudly to gain her he stooped adown 
Its beauty so dazzld his eye 

By outside appearance the sensless are caught 
& beautys gay triumph is foolish & short 
With nothing to gain the attention beside 
Possession soon sickens—& fleet as a thought 
Beauty slips us forgotten aside 

As snufting & snufting the clodhopper goes 
& finding no sweetness for charming his nose 
Frail beauties delusion soon wearied his eye 
& away the gay flowret he heedlessly throws 
To wither unnotis'd & dye

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Butterflye

Then thy starry gems & gold

Admiration would unfold

For what insect is't can vie

With the lovley Butterflye

Lo! the arching heav'nly bow

Does all his dyes on thee bestow

Crimson Blue & watry Green

Mixd with Azure shade between

These are thine—thou first in place

Queen of all the insect race

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Freedoms throne

Ive loved thy being from a boy

The highland hills was once my joy

Then morning mists did round them lie

Like sunshine in the happiest sky

Her hills & valleys seemed my own

When our land was freedoms throne

Her fruitful vales her mountain thrones

Are ruled by natures laws alone

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Fame

Fame blazed upon me like a comets glare
Fame waned & left me like a fallen star
Because I told the evil what they are
& truth & falshood never wished to mar
My Life hath been a wreck — & I've gone far
For peace & truth — & hope — for home & rest
— Like Edens gates — fate throws a constant bar —
Thoughts may o'ertake the sunset in the west
— Man meets no home within a womans breast

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Hopeless Agony & Hell

My Mind Is Dark & Fathomless & Wears

The Hues Of Hopeless Agony & Hell

No Plummet Ever Sounds The Souls Affairs

There Death Eternal Never Sounds The Knell

There Love Imprisoned Sighs The Long Farewell

& Still May Sigh In Thoughts No Heart Hath Penned

Alone In Loneliness Where Sorrows Dwell

& Hopeless Hope Hopes On & Meets No End

Wastes Without Springs & Homes Without A Friend

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