What numerous tribes beneath thy shadowy wing, O mild and modest evening, find delight! First, to the grove his lingering fair to bring, The warm and youthful lover, hating light, Sighs oft for thee. And next, the boisterous string Of school-imps, freed from dame's all-dreaded sight, Round village cross in many a wanton ring Wishes thy stay. Then...Learn More

Around my porch and lonely casement spread The myrtle never sear and gadding vine With fragrant sweetbriar love to intertwine; And in my garden's box-encircled bed The pansy pied and musk-rose white and red, The pink, the lily chaste, and sweet woodbine Fling odours round: thick woven eglantine Decks my trim fence; in which, by silence led, The...Learn More