Thomas Westwood

  • Under My Window

    Under my window, under my window,
      All in the Midsummer weather,
    Three little girls with fluttering curls
      Flit to and fro together:—
    There ’s Bell with her bonnet of satin sheen,
    And Maud with her mantle of silver-green,
      And Kate with her...

  • Little Bell

    Piped the Blackbird, on the beechwood spray,
    “Pretty maid, slow wandering this way,
        What ’s your name?” quoth he,—
    “What ’s your name? O, stop and straight unfold,
    Pretty maid with showery curls of gold.”—
        “Little Bell,” said she.

    Little...