Happiness adds and multiplies, as we divide it with others.A. Nielsen
- Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting,
For fear of little men.
- Poem: The Fairies
- Winds and waters keep
A hush more dead than any sleep.
- Ruined Chapel.
- Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
- Autumnal Sonnet.
- Autumn's the mellow time.
- The Winter Pear.
- Oh, bring again my heart's content,
Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!
- Scarcely a tear to shed;
Hardly a word to say;
The end of a Summer's day;
Sweet Love is dead.
- An Evening.
- Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring
Lies open, writ in blossoms.
- Mary kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was gay!
She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.
- Lovely Mary Donnelly.