' 'Twill take some getting.' 'Sir, I think 'twill so.' The old man stared up at the mistletoe That hung too high in the poplar's crest...

When first I came here I had hope, Hope for I knew not what. Fast beat My heart at sight of the tall slope Of grass and yews, as if my...

Between a sunny bank and the sun The farmhouse smiles On the riverside plat: No other one So pleasant to look at And remember, for many...