A little boy whose name was Tim Once ate some jelly-cake for tea— Which cake did not agree with him, As by the sequel you shall see. ‘My darling child,’ his mother sai…

My garden aboundeth in pleasant no… And fragrance is over it all; For sweet is the smell of my old,… In their places against the wall. Here is a folio that’s grim with a…

Now lithe and listen, gentles all, Now lithe ye all and hark Unto a ballad I shall sing About Buena Park. Of all the wonders happening there

I’d not complain of Sister Jane,… Combining with rare comeliness dis… Nay, I’ll admit it were most fit… She’d crave a change from parlor l… And that, eschewing needlework and…

Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south again; The narrow street through which to…

Come hither, lyttel childe, and li… For yonder fares an angell yclad i… And yonder sings ye angell as onel… And his songe ben of a garden that… To them that have no lyttel childe…

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…

When Jim and Bill and I were boy… How gayly did we use to hail the c… Our sleds, fresh painted red and w… Seemed to respond right briskly to… As we dragged them up the slippery…

Syn that you, Chloe, to your mode… Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures fu… Like as a lyttel deere you ben y-h… Whenas come lovers with theyre pit… Sothly it ben faire to give up you…

How cool and fair this cellar wher… My throne a dusky cask is; To do no thing but just to sing And drown the time my task is. The cooper he’s

I thought myself indeed secure, So fast the door, so firm the lock… But, lo! he toddling comes to lure My parent ear with timorous knock. My heart were stone could it withs…

Two dreams came down to earth one… From the realm of mist and dew; One was a dream of the old, old da… And one was a dream of the new. One was a dream of a shady lane

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…

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

I hear Thy voice, dear Lord; I hear it by the stormy sea When winter nights are black and w… And when, affright, I call to The… It calms my fears and whispers me,