Here, free from riot’s hated noise… Be mine, ye calmer, purer joys, A book or friend bestows; Far from the storms that shake the… Contentment’s gale shall fan my se…

O God, whose favorable eye, The sin-sick soul revives, Holy and heavenly is the joy Thy shining presence gives. Not such as hypocrites suppose,

With two spurs or one, and no grea… Boots bought, or boots borrow’d, a… Five shillings or less for the hir… Paid part into hand;—you must wait… Thus equipt, Academicus climbs up…

Seest thou yon mountain laden with… The groves beneath their fleecy bu… The streams congeal’d, forget to f… Come, thaw the cold, and lay a che… Of fuel on the hearth;

Sauntering along the street one da… On trifles musing by the way, Up steps a free familiar wight; (I scarcely knew the man by sight.… ‘Carlos (he cried), your hand, my…

The new-born child of gospel grace… Like some fair tree when summer’s… Beneath Emmanuel’s shining face Lifts up his blooming branch on hi… No fears he feels, he sees no foes…

My gentle Anne, whom heretofore, When I was young, and thou no mor… Than plaything for a nurse, I danced and fondled on my knee, A kitten both in size and glee,—

Androcles, from his injured lord,… Of instant death, to Lybia’s dese… Tired with his toilsome flight, an… He spied at length a cavern’s cool… But scarce had given to rest his w…

Thee, whose refulgent staff and su… Minerva’s flock longtime was wont… Although thyself an herald, famous… The last of heralds, Death, has s… He calls on all alike, nor even de…

Little inmate, full of mirth, Chirping on my kitchen hearth, Whereso’er be thine abode, Always harbinger of good, Pay me for thy warm retreat

Oh! to some distant scene, a willi… From the wild roar of this busy wo… Were it my fate with Delia to ret… With her to wander through the syl… Each morn, or o’er the moss-embrow…

Holy Lord God! I love Thy truth, Nor dare Thy least commandment sl… Yet pierced by sin the serpent’s t… I mourn the anguish of the bite. But though the poison lurks within…

A Spartan, his companion slain, Alone from battle fled; His mother, kindling with disdain That she had borne him, struck him… For courage, and not birth alone,

Written when the news arrived. Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave Fast by their native shore.

As in her ancient mistress’ lap The youthful tabby lay, They gave each other many a tap, Alike disposed to play. But strife ensues. Puss waxes war…