'I’ll make believe, and fancy some… I will suppose I have the power t… And make all things unlike to what… To jump through windows and fly th… And quite confound all places and…

Did I hear the church—clock a few… I was asked, and I answered, I ha… But I thought that I heard it str… Said my friend then, ‘The blessin… We know not the want of, and prize…

Henry was every morning fed With a full mess of milk and bread… One day the boy his breakfast took… And eat it by a purling brook Which through his mother’s orchard…

His namesake, born of Jewish bree… Knew ‘from the Hyssop to the Ceda… But he, unlike the Jewish leader, Scarce knew the Hyssop from the C… R. et R.

I saw where in the shroud did lurk A curious frame of Nature’s work. A flow’ret crushed in the bud, A nameless piece of Babyhood, Was in a cradle—coffin lying;

When I the memory repeat Of the heroic actions great, Which, in contempt of pain and dea… Were done by men who drew their br… In ages past, I find no deed

A dinner party, coffee, tea, Sandwich, or supper, all may be In their way pleasant. But to me Not one of these deserves the prai… That welcomer of new—born days,

Thou fragile, filmy, gossamery thi… First leaf of spring! At every lightest breath that quak… And with a zephyr shakest; Scarce stout enough to hold thy sl…

An infant is a selfish sprite; But what of that? the sweet deligh… Which from participation springs, Is quite unknown to these young th… We elder children then will smile

In one great man we view with odds A parallel to all the gods. Great Jove, that shook heaven wit… Could never match his princely bow… In him a Bacchus we behold:

Thou too art dead, ——! very kind Hast thou been to me in my childis… Thou best good creature. I have n… How thou didst love thy Charles,… A prating school—boy: I have not…

David and his three captains bold Kept ambush once within a hold. It was in Adullam’s cave, Nigh which no water they could hav… Nor spring nor running brook was n…

Why is your mind thus all day long Upon your music set; Till reason’s swallowed in a song, Or idle canzonet? I grant you, Melesinda, when

Hold on thy course uncheck’d, hero… Regardless what the player’s son m… Saint Stephens’ fool, the Zany of… Who nothing generous ever understo… London’s twice Prætor! scorn the…