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…

Alas! how am I chang’d! Where be… The sobs, and forc’d suspensions o… And all the dull desertions of the… With which I hung o’er my dead mo… Where be the blest subsidings of t…

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

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

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,

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,…

Horatio, of ideal courage vain, Was flourishing in air his father’… And, as the fumes of valour swelle… Now thought himself this hero, and… ‘And now,’ he cried, 'I will Achi…

Mamma heard me with scorn and prid… A wretched beggar—boy deride. ‘Do you not know,’ said I, 'how m… It is to be thus begging seen? If for a week I were not fed,

‘Tell me, would you rather be Changed by a fairy to the fine Young orphan heiress Geraldine, Or still be Emily? ’Consider, ere you answer me,

Well, they are gone, and here must… This lime—tree bower my prison! I… Beauties and feelings, such as wou… Most sweet to my remembrance even… Had dimm’d mine eyes to blindness!…

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

My parents sleep both in one grave… My only friend’s a brother. The dearest things upon the earth We are to one another. A fine stout boy I knew him once,

A bird appears a thoughtless thing… He’s ever living on the wing, And keeps up such a carolling, That little else to do but sing A man would guess had he.

'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,…

Roi’s wife of Brunswick Oëls! Roi’s wife of Brunswick Oëls! Wot you how she came to him, While he supinely dreamt of no ill… Vow! but she is a canty Queen,