(Written in the last reign.)
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Time—mouldering crosses, gemmed wi… Of costliest work and Gothic trac… Point still the spot, to hallowed… Where rested on its solemn way the… That bore the bones of Edward’s E…
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…
Lazy—bones, lazy—bones, wake up an… The Cat’s in the cupboard, your M… There you sit snoring, forgetting… Who is to give her her Bolus and… Twenty—five Angels must come into…
While young John runs to greet The greater Infant’s feet, The Mother standing by, with trem… Of devout admiration, Beholds the engaging mystic play,…
Come, my little Robert, near— Fie! what filthy hands are here— Who that e’er could understand The rare structure of a hand, With its branching fingers fine,
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
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:
'A wicked action fear to do, When you are by yourself; for thou… You think you can conceal it, A little bird that’s in the air The hidden trespass shall declare,
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,
After the tempest in the sky How sweet yon rainbow to the eye! Come, my Matilda, now while some Few drops of rain are yet to come, In this honeysuckle bower
WHEN maidens such as Hester die Their place ye may not well supply… Though ye among a thousand try With vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead…
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,
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…
A timid grace sits trembling in he… As loath to meet the rudeness of m… Yet shedding a delicious lunar lig… That steeps in kind oblivious ecst… The care—crazed mind, like some st…
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…