‘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,…

As when a child on some long winte… Affrighted clinging to its Granda… With eager wond’ring and perturb’d… Listens strange tales of fearful d… Mutter’d to wretch by necromantic…

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,

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

In days of yore, as Ancient Stori… A King in love with a great Princ… Long at her feet submiss the Mona… While she with stern repulse his s… Yet was he form’d by birth to plea…

'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,…

Hold on thy course uncheck’d, hero… Regardless what the player’s son m… Saint Stephens’ fool, the Zany of… Who nothing generous ever understo… London’s twice Prætor! scorn the…

With the apples and the plums Little Carolina comes, At the time of the dessert she Comes and drops her last new curts… Graceful curtsy, practised o’er

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,

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…

By myself walking, To myself talking, When as I ruminate On my untoward fate, Scarcely seem I

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,

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,

I have taught your young lips the… Which form the petition we call th… And now let me help my dear child… The meaning of all the good words… ‘Our Father,’—the same appellatio…

I saw a boy with eager eye Open a book upon a stall, And read as he’d devour it all: Which when the stall—man did espy, Soon to the boy I heard him call,