No, no! go not to Lethe, neither… Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its… Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be… By nightshade, ruby grape of Pros… Make not your rosary of yew-berrie…

FAIR ISABEL, poor simple Isab… Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s… They could not in the self-same ma… Without some stir of heart, some m… They could not sit at meals but fe…

Who loves to peer up at the mornin… With half-shut eyes and comfortabl… Let him with this sweet tale full… For meadows where the little river… Who loves to linger with that brig…

Over the hill and over the dale, And over the bourn to Dawlish— Where gingerbread wives have a sca… And gingerbread nuts are smallish. ——————-

Woman! when I behold thee flippan… Inconstant, childish, proud, and f… Without that modest softening that… The downcast eye, repentant of the… That its mild light creates to hea…

As from the darkening gloom a silv… Upsoars, and darts into the easter… On pinions that nought moves but p… So fled thy soul into the realms a… Regions of peace and everlasting l…

Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand cli… How many mice and rats hast in thy… Destroy’d? How many tit bits stol… With those bright languid segments… Those velvet ears—but pr’ythee do…

Come hither all sweet Maidens sob… Down looking aye, and with a chast… Hid in the fringes of your eyelids… And meekly let your fair hands joi… As if so gentle that ye could not…