O come Georgiana! the rose is ful… The riches of Flora are lavishly… The air is all softness, and cryst… The West is resplendently clothed… O come! let us haste to the freshe…

This pleasant tale is like a littl… The honied lines so freshly interl… To keep the reader in so sweet a p… So that he here and there full-hea… And oftentimes he feels the dewy d…

I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, l… Merciful love that tantalizes not, One—thoughted, never—wandering, gu… Unmasked, and being seen—without a… O! let me have thee whole,—all—all…

There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be— He took

When they were come into Faery’s… They rang—no one at home—all gone… And dance and kiss and love as fae… For Faries be as human lovers tru… Amid the woods they were so lone a…

Old Meg she was a Gipsy, And liv’d upon the Moors: Her bed it was the brown heath tur… And her house was out of doors. Her apples were swart blackberries…

Thou still unravish’d bride of qui… Thou foster-child of silence and s… Sylvan historian, who canst thus e… A flowery tale more sweetly than o… What leaf-fring’d legend haunts ab…

Asleep! O sleep a little while, w… And let me kneel, and let me pray… And let me call Heaven’s blessing… And let me breathe into the happy… That doth enfold and touch thee al…

Good Kosciusko, thy great name al… Is a full harvest whence to reap h… It comes upon us like the glorious… Of the wide spheres—an everlasting… And now it tells me, that in world…

Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hu… All the house is asleep, but we kn… That the jealous, the jealous old… Tho’ you’ve padded his night-cap—… Tho’ your feet are more light than…

What can I do to drive away Remembrance from my eyes? for they… Aye, an hour ago, my brilliant Qu… Touch has a memory. O say, love,… What can I do to kill it and be f…