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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…
Seventeen rosebuds in a ring, Thick with sister flowers beset, In a fragrant coronet, Lucy’s servants this day bring. Be it the birthday wreath she wear…
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,
‘A surgeon of the United States’… the Captain of his company, he fou… had enlisted on account of some fe… Ye Yankee Volunteers! It makes my bosom bleed
First I saw the white bear, then… Then I saw the camel with a hump… Then I saw the grey wolf, with mu… Then I saw the wombat waddle in t… Then I saw the elephant a-waving…
When the moonlight’s on the mounta… And the gloom is on the glen, At the cross beside the fountain There is one will meet thee then. At the cross beside the fountain;
The castle towers of Bareacres ar… Where the cliffs of bonny Diddles… I stood upon the donjon keep and v… I saw the lands of Bareacres for… I stood upon the donjon keep—it is…
Your Fanny was never false-hearte… And this she protests and she vows… From the triste moment when we par… On the staircase of Devonshire Ho… I blushed when you asked me to mar…
There lived a sage in days of yore… And he a handsome pigtail wore; But wondered much and sorrowed mor… Because it hung behind him. He mused upon this curious case,
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…
Part I. At Paris, hard by the Maine barri… Whoever will choose to repair, Midst a dozen of wooden-legged war… May haply fall in with old Pierre…
The noble King of Brentford Was old and very sick, He summon’d his physicians To wait upon him quick; They stepp’d into their coaches
One sees in Viteall Yard, Vere pleacemen do resort, A wenerable hinstitute, ’Tis call’d the Pallis Court. A gent as got his i on it,
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…
No more, thou lithe and long-winge… No more across the sultry sands sh… Blunt idle talons, idle beak, with… Shatter against thy cage the wing… Long, sitting by their watchfires,…