And Wild-scatter'd Cowslips Bedeck The Green Dale.

O, My Luve Is Like A Red, Red Rose.

When Nature Her Great Masterpiece Designed,and Framed Her Last, Best Work, The Human Mind,her Eye Intent On All The Wondrous Plan,she Formed Of Various Stuff The Various Man.

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide; The Hour Approachestam Maun Ride; That Hour, O'night's Black Arch The Key-stane, That Dreary Hourtam Mounts His Beast In.

Painters And Poets Have Liberty To Lie.

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.