The night was stormy and dark, The town was shut up in sleep: Only those were abroad who were ou… Or those who’d no beds to keep. I pass’d through the lonely street…

O SIGNOR BRODERIP, you are… You wexis us little horgin-boys wh… How dare you talk of Justice, and… To pussicute us horgin-boys, you s… Though you set in Vestminster sur…

WERTHER had a love for Charlot… Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met he… She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady,

On Brady’s tower there grows a fl… It is the loveliest flower that bl… At Castle Brady there lives a lad… (And how I love her no one knows)… Her name is Nora, and the goddess…

Riding from Coleraine (Famed for lovely Kitty), Came a Cockney bound Unto Derry city; Weary was his soul,

Je viens revoir l’asile ou ma jeun… De la misere a subi les lecons. J’avais vingt ans, une folle maitr… De francs amis et l’amour des chan… Bravant le monde et les sots et le…

As on this pictured page I look, This pretty tale of line and hook As though it were a novel-book Amuses and engages: I know them both, the boy and girl…

How spake of old the Royal Seer? (His text is one I love to treat… This life of ours he said is sheer Mataiotes Mataioteton. O Student of this gilded Book,

The play is done; the curtain drop… Slow falling to the prompter’s bel… A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task;

In tattered old slippers that toas… And a ragged old jacket perfumed w… Away from the world, and its toils… I’ve a snug little kingdom up four… To mount to this realm is a toil,…

Untrue to my Ulric I never could… I vow by the saints and the blesse… Since the desolate hour when we st… And your dark galley waited to car… My faith then I plighted, my love…

A little girl through field and wo… Went plucking flowerets here and t… When suddenly beside her stood A lady wondrous fair! The lovely lady smiled, and laid

Come all ye Christian people, and… It is all about a doctor was trave… By the Heastern Counties’ Railwa… From Ixworth town in Suffolk, vic… A travelling from Bury this Docto…

‘Quand vous serez bien vielle, le… Assise aupres du feu devisant et f… Direz, chantant mes vers en vous e… Ronsard m’a celebre du temps que j… Some winter night, shut snugly in

A humble flower long time I pined Upon the solitary plain, And trembled at the angry wind, And shrunk before the bitter rain. And oh! ’twas in a blessed hour