Occupation: Poet Birth: March 12, 1799 Death: January 30, 1888
I know he's coming by this sign, That baby's almost wild; See how he laughs and crows and starts — Heaven, bless the merry child! He's father's self ….
He is happiest who hath power to gather wisdom from a flower..
To ask me is in vain; For who goes up your winding stair Can ne'er come down again..
For visions come not to polluted eyes..
Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom, The ancient poet sung it, And dear it is on summer days To lie at rest among it. I know the realms where people ….
Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we; Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea..
Will you walk into my parlour? Said the spider to a fly: '"Tis the prettiest little parlour That ever you did spy..
Buttercups and daisies, Oh, the pretty flowers; Coming ere the spring time, To tell of sunny hours. When the trees are leafless; When the fields….
True delicacy, that most beautiful heart-leaf of humanity, exhibits itself most significantly in little things..
Yes, in the poor man's garden grow Far more than herbs and flowers - Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind, And Joy for weary hours..
Heart's ease! one could look for half a day Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow, That gave this g….
God sends children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race - to enlarge our hearts; and to make us unselfish and full of kindly sympathie….
When on the breath of Autumn's breeze, From pastures dry and brown, Goes floating, like an idle thought, The fair, white thistle-down; O, then what j….
Roads are wet where'er one wendeth, And with rain the thistle bendeth, And the brook cries like a child! Not a rainbow shines to cheer us; Ah! the su….
The wild sea roars and lashes the granite cliffs below,And round the misty islets the loud strong tempests blow..
Then take me on your knee, mother; And listen, mother of mine. A hundred fairies danced last night, And the harpers they were nine..