• The Night-Piece

    To Julia
    HER eyes the glow-worme lend thee,
    The shooting-starres attend thee,
          And the elves also,
          Whose little eyes glow
    Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

    No Will-o’-th’-wispe mislight thee,
    Nor snake nor slow-worm bite thee;
          But on thy way,
          Not making stay,
    Since ghost there ’s none...

    Robert Herrick

  • The Task (Cowper)/Book II — The Time-Piece

    Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,

    Some boundless contiguity of shade,

    Where rumour of oppression and deceit,

    Of unsuccessful or successful war,

    Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd,

    My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report

    Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd.

    There is...