from "A Valentine"

I pluck them as such, in these verses so cold,
But they'll bloom twice as bright, in the presence of Mary.
These garden flowers cropt, I will go to the fields,
And see what the valleys and pasture land yields.

from "Summer Evening"

The sinken sun is takin leave
& sweetly gilds the edge of eve
While purple [clouds] of deepening dye
Huddling hang the western skye

from "I've got an old crummocking cow"

For Roger's a handsome young Man
And I am his sweetheart named Kate
I give him a kiss, when I can
And spend a few hours at the gate

[Sorry, I couldn't resist it]

from "The Pause before the Battle"

Then from the mist top of the far watched hill

The breath of the night came as softly & still

from "The Village Minstrel"

Tracking some channel on its journey wild
Where dripping bluebells on the bank did weep
O what a lovley scene to natures child

from "Sweet are the blossoms..."

Sweet are the blossoms the summer adorning
Shed in profusion oer meadow & lea
Deckt wi the charms of the dew bedded morning
Ere the suns spangles dry blossom & tree

from "Content"

Health's the flower of mountains pride
The lily of the valley
The red rose by the cottage side
While sickness keeps the alley

from "Don Juan a Poem"

Wherever mischief is tis womans brewing                               

Created from manself – to be mans ruin

from "To the Nightingale"

I love to hear the Nightingale—

She comes where Summer dwells—
Among the brakes and orchis flowers,
And foxglove's freckled bells.

from "Ballad - Where is the heart..."

Where is the heart thou once hast won

Can cease to care about thee

Where is the eye thou'st smiled upon

Can look for joy without thee

from "The Insect World"

The insect world amid the suns and dew
Awake and hum their tiny songs anew,
And climb the totter-grass and blossom's stem
As huge in size as mighty oaks to them.

from "To the Snipe"

By tepid springs
Scarcely one stride across
(Though bramble from its edge a shelter flings
Thy safety is at loss)

from "Beauty"

Beauty how changing and how frail
As skies in April showers
Or as the summers minute gales
Or as the morning flowers.

from "Content"

I'm silverless, and pennyless
I've no small coin about me
And yet I'm not in wants distress
The rich may live without me