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Since Chloe is so monstrous fair, With such an eye and such an air, What wonder that the world complai… When she each am’rous suit disdain… Close to her mother’s side she cli…

There once was a bird that lived u… And all he could whistle was “Fid… A very provoking, unmusical song For one to be whistling the summer… Yet always contented and busy was…

I ain’t afeard uv snakes, or toads… An’ things 'at girls are skeered u… I’m pretty brave, I guess; an’ ye… For, when I’m tucked up warm an’… Mother tells me “Happy dreams!” a…

The Greeks had genius,—'t was a g… The Muse vouchsafed in glorious m… The boon of Fame they made their… And prized above all worldly treas… But _we_,—how do we train _our_ yo…

On afternoons, when baby boy has h… And sits, like any monarch on his… In some such wise my handkerchief… And cautiously and quietly I move… Then, with a cry, I suddenly expo…

I’m thinking of the wooing That won my maiden heart When he—he came pursuing A love unused to art. Into the drowsy river

Why do you shun me, Chloe, like t… That, fearful of the breezes and t… Has sought her timorous mother sin… And on the pathless mountain tops… Her trembling heart a thousand fea…

As I was going to Bethlehem-town, Upon the earth I cast me down All underneath a little tree That whispered in this wise to me: ‘Oh, I shall stand on Calvary

(FROM THE GERMAN OF M… O heart of mine! lift up thine eye… And see who in yon manger lies! Of perfect form, of face divine— It is the Christ-child, heart of…

Of mornings, bright and early, When the lark is on the wing And the robin in the maple Hops from her nest to sing, From yonder cheery chamber

Dear, noble friend! a virgin cask Of wine solicits your attention; And roses fair, to deck your hair, And things too numerous to mention… So tear yourself awhile away

Prudence Mears hath an old blue p… Hid away in an oaken chest, And a Franklin platter of ancient… Beareth Amandy Baker’s crest; What times soever I’ve been their…

Through sleet and fogs to the sali… Where the herring fish meanders, An army sped, and then, 't is said… Swore terribly in Flanders: “————!”

As beats the sun from mountain cre… With 'pretty, pretty’, Cometh the partridge from her nest… The flowers threw kisses sweet to… (For all the flowers that bloomed…