James Thomson (1)

Among the changing months, May stands confest
The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.

Among the changing months, May stands confest
The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.

Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge,
The glow-worm lights his gem; and through the dark,
A read more

Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge,
The glow-worm lights his gem; and through the dark,
A moving radiance twinkles.

Her polish'd limbs,
Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire;
Beyond the pomp of dress; for read more

Her polish'd limbs,
Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire;
Beyond the pomp of dress; for Loveliness
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is, when unadorn'd the most.

Base envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.

Base envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.

Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless read more

Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless caws amusive.