Lucy, what do you espy In the cast in Jenny’s eye That should you to laughter move? I far other feelings prove. When on me she does advance

Cowper, I thank my God that thou… Thine was the sorest malady of all… And I am sad to think that it sho… Upon the worthy head; but thou art… And thou art yet, we trust, the de…

'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,…

A dozen years since in this house… What bustle, what stir, and what j… Every soul in the family at my dev… When into the world I came twelve… I’ve been told by my friends (if t…

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,

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,

'Why so I will, you noisy bird, This very day I’ll advertise you, Perhaps some busy ones may prize y… A fine—tongued parrot as was ever… I’ll word it thus—set forth all ch…

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…

A stranger, and alone, I past tho… We past so late together; and my h… Felt something like desertion, whe… Around me, and the well—known voic… Was absent, and the cordial look w…

Brothers and sisters I have many: Though I know there is not any Of them but I love, yet I Will just name them all; and try If there be one a little more

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

Said Ann to Matilda, 'I wish tha… If what we’ve been reading of fair… Do you think that the poet himself… The fairies he here does so pretti… O what a sweet sight if he really…

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.

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,