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A Shower in spring, where an umbrella
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How cool the air! and through a shower
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A Troop of sea-gulls, and a gust
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A Very Ancient Ode
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Mine oft-reiterated pray'rs in vain
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Well then, we'll off to see the snow
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Lo! Johnny, in his father's name
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Is life then short? This dream of mine
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Another Ode Presented to the Prince on the Same Occasion
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Since that I talk'd with thee, my brooding heart
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