Jasmine Is Sweet, And Has

Spontaneously To God Should Turn The Soul, Like The Magnetic Needle To The Pole; But What Were That Intrinsic Virtue Worth, Suppose Some Fellow, With More Zeal Than Knowledge, Fresh From St. Andrew's College, Should Nail The Conscious Needle To The North?

The Lily Is All In White, Like A Saint, And So Is No Mate For Me.

The Cowslip Is A Country Wench.

Dear Bells! How Sweet The Sound Of Village Bells When On The Undulating Air They Swim!

Oh! God! That Bread Should Be So Dear, And Flesh And Blood So Cheap!