Over his brood belike or nest-mate dear,
So deft and tender are his notes to hear,
That fields and skies are with delight replete;
And all night long he seems with me to treat,
And my hard lot recall unto my ear.
(Sonnet 270.)
In every dell
The sands of my deep sighs are circumfused.
(Ode 1.)
Oh banks, oh dales, oh woods, oh streams, oh fields