(Written in the last reign.)
#English
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…
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;
Dear Sir, Dear Madam, or Dear F… With ease are written at the top; When those two happy words are pen… A youthful writer oft will stop, And bite his pen, and lift his eye…
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,
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…
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…
Smiling river, smiling river, On thy bosom sun—beams play; Though they’re fleeting, and retre… Thou hast more deceit than they. In thy channel, in thy channel,
Thou should’st have longer liv’d,… Have peacefully gone down in full… Thy children would have tended thy… We might have sat, as we have ofte… By our fireside, and talk’d whole…
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,
To operas and balls my cousins tak… And fond of plays my new—made frie… In summer season, when the days ar… In my godmother’s coach I take th… My uncle has a stately pleasure ba…
The wall—trees are laden with frui… The grape, and the plum, and the p… The peach and the nectarine, to su… Every taste, in abundance are ther… Yet all are not welcome to taste
It is not always to the strong Victorious battle shall belong. This found Goliath huge and tall: Mightiest giant of them all, Who in the proud Philistian host
I have had playmates, I have had… In my days of childhood, in my joy… All, all are gone, the old familia… I have been laughing, I have been… Drinking late, sitting late, with…
O what a joyous joyous day Is that on which we come At the recess from school away, Each lad to his own home! What though the coach is crammëd f…
My neat and pretty book, when I t… They seem for any use to be unfit… My writing, all misshaped, uneven… Within this narrow space can hardl… Yet I will strive to make my hand…