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…

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

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

‘I keep it, dear papa, within my g… ‘You do—what sum then usually, my… Is there deposited? I make no dou… Some penny pieces you are not with… 'O no, papa, they’d soil my glove,…

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;

O why your good deeds with such pr… And why that self—satisfied smile At the shilling you gave to the po… That lifted you over the stile? 'Tis not much; all the bread that…

What’s Life still changing ev’ry… Tis all the seasons in a Day! The Smile, the Tear, the Sun, th… Tis now December, now tis May At morn we hail some envied Queen…

'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,

SISTER. Through the house what busy joy, Just because the infant boy Has a tiny tooth to show. I have got a double row,

The motes up and down in the sun Ever restlessly moving we see; Whereas the great mountains stand… Unless terrible earthquakes there… If these atoms that move up and do…

I HAVE had playmates, I have ha… 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…

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

The drunkard’s sin, excess in wine… Which reason drowns, and health de… As yet no failing is of thine, Dear Jim; strong drink’s not give… You from the cool fresh stream all…

Shut these odious books up, brothe… They have made you quite another Thing from what you used to be: Once you liked to play with me, Now you leave me all alone,

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,…