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…

O hush, my little baby brother; Sleep, my love, upon my knee. What though, dear child, we’ve los… That can never trouble thee. You are but ten weeks old to—morro…

In a stage—coach, where late I ch… A little quiet girl my notice caug… I saw she looked at nothing by the… Her mind seemed busy on some child… I with an old man’s courtesy addre…

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…

To Jesus our Saviour some parents… Their children—what fears and what… When this the disciples would fain… Our Saviour reproved their unseas… Not only free leave to come to him…

'Your prayers you have said, and y… What cause is there yet keeps my d… This throb in your bosom proclaims… Disturbs your composure. Can inno… ‘Why thus do you cling to my neck,…

But a few words could William say… And those few could not speak plai… Yet thought he was a man one day; Never saw I boy so vain. From what could vanity proceed

Not a woman, child, or man in All this isle, that loves thee, C… Fools, whom gentle manners sway, May incline to C—gh, Princes, who old ladies love,

Why on your sister do you look, Octavius, with an eye of scorn, As scarce her presence you could b… Under one roof you both were born. Why, when she gently proffers spee…

Mamma gave us a single peach, She shared it among seven; Now you may think that unto each But a small piece was given. Yet though each share was very sma…

Model of thy parent dear, Serious infant worth a fear: In thy unfaultering visage well Picturing forth the son of Tell, When on his forehead, firm and goo…

A Creole boy from the West Indie… To be in European learning taught… Some years before to Westminster… To a preparatory school was sent. When from his artless tale the mis…

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

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…

‘Tis pleasant, lolling in our elbo… Secure at home, to read descriptio… Of venturous traveller in savage c… His hair—breadth ’scapes, toil, hu… The merrier passages that, like a…