Know ye the willow-tree Whose gray leaves quiver, Whispering gloomily To yon pale river; Lady, at even-tide

Under the stone you behold, Buried, and coffined, and cold, Lieth Sir Wilfrid the Bold. Always he marched in advance, Warring in Flanders and France,

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

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

I paced upon my beat With steady step and slow, All huppandownd of Ranelagh Stree… Ran’lagh St. Pimlico. While marching huppandownd

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…

For the sole edification Of this decent congregation, Goodly people, by your grant I will sing a holy chant— I will sing a holy chant.

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…

Although I enter not, Yet round about the spot, Ofttimes I hover, And near the sacred gate, With longing eyes I wait,

Little KITTY LORIMER, Fair, and young, and witty, What has brought your ladyship Rambling to the City? All the Stags in Capel Court

Christmas is here: Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we: Little we fear

Returning from the cruel fight How pale and faint appears my knig… He sees me anxious at his side; ‘Why seek, my love, your wounds to… Or deem your English girl afraid

Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled… That never has known the Barber’s… All your wish is woman to win; This is the way that boys begin— Wait till you come to Forty Year.

An igstrawnary tail I vill tell y… I stood in the Court of A’Becket… Vere Mrs. Jane Roney, a vidow, I… Who charged Mary Brown with a rob… This Mary was pore and in misery…

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;