An author who has given you all de… Furnished the tale our stage prese… Some of our earliest tears he taug… Down our young cheeks, and forced… To solitary shores whole years con…

This rose—tree is not made to bear The violet blue, nor lily fair, Nor the sweet mignonette: And if this tree were discontent, Or wished to change its natural be…

Anger in its time and place May assume a kind of grace. It must have some reason in it, And not last beyond a minute. If to further lengths it go,

A dozen years since in this house… What bustle, what stir, and what j… Every soul in the family at my dev… When into the world I came twelve… I’ve been told by my friends (if t…

Incorrectness in your speech Carefully avoid, my Anna; Study well the sense of each Sentence, lest in any manner It misrepresent the truth;

SISTER. I am to write three lines, and you Three others that will rhyme. There—now I’ve done my task. BROTHER.

Unto a Yorkshire school was sent A negro youth to learn to write, And the first day young Juba went All gazed on him as a rare sight. But soon with altered looks askanc…

Arrayed—a half angelic sight— In nests of pure baptismal white, The mother to the font doth bring The little, helpless, nameless thi… With hushes soft, and mild caressi…

A child’s a plaything for an hour; Its pretty tricks we try For that or for a longer space; Then tire, and lay it by. But I knew one, that to itself

Said Ann to Matilda, 'I wish tha… If what we’ve been reading of fair… Do you think that the poet himself… The fairies he here does so pretti… O what a sweet sight if he really…

An Ape is but a trivial beast, Men count it light and vain; But I would let them have their t… To have my Ape again. To love a beast in any sort

My father’s grandfather lives stil… His age is fourscore years and ten… He looks a monument of time, The agedest of aged men. Though years lie on him like a loa…

Margaret, in happy hour Christen’d from that humble flower Which we a daisy call! May thy pretty name—sake be In all things a type of thee,

Alone, obscure, without a friend, A cheerless, solitary thing, Why seeks, my Lloyd, the stranger… What offering can the stranger bri… Of social scenes, home—bred deligh…

Friend of my earliest years and ch… My joys, my sorrows, thou with me… Companion dear, and we alike have… (Poor pilgrims we) through life’s… It were unwisely done, should we r…