Sweet are the pleasures that to ve… And doubly sweet a brotherhood in… Nor can remembrance, Mathew! brin… A fate more pleasing, a delight mo… Than that in which the brother Po…

Small, busy flames play through th… And their faint cracklings o’er ou… Like whispers of the household god… A gentle empire o’er fraternal sou… And while, for rhymes, I search a…

HOW many bards gild the lapses of… A few of them have ever been the f… Of my delighted fancy,—I could br… Over their beauties, earthly, or s… And often, when I sit me down to…

Hither, hither, love — ‘Tis a shady mead — Hither, hither, love! Let us feed and feed! Hither, hither, sweet —

Brother belov’d if health shall sm… Upon this wasted form and fever’d… If e’er returning vigour bid these… And languid limbs their gladsome s… Well may thy brow the placid glow…

Muse of my native land! loftiest… O first-born on the mountains! by… Of heaven on the spiritual air beg… Long didst thou sit alone in north… While yet our England was a wolfi…

O Blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing whil… Then maidenheads are going. There’s a blush for want, and a bl…

There is a charm in footing slow a… Where patriot battle has been foug… There is a pleasure on the heath w… Where mantles grey have rustled by… There is a joy in every spot made…

Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! Attuning still the soul to tendern… As if soft Pity, with unusual str… Had touch’d her plaintive lute, an… Hadst caught the tones, nor suffer…

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…