Friend of my earliest years and ch… My joys, my sorrows, thou with me… Companion dear, and we alike have… (Poor pilgrims we) through life’s… It were unwisely done, should we r…

Roi’s wife of Brunswick Oëls! Roi’s wife of Brunswick Oëls! Wot you how she came to him, While he supinely dreamt of no ill… Vow! but she is a canty Queen,

After the tempest in the sky How sweet yon rainbow to the eye! Come, my Matilda, now while some Few drops of rain are yet to come, In this honeysuckle bower

On a bank with roses shaded, Whose sweet scent the violets aide… Violets whose breath alone Yields but feeble smell or none, (Sweeter bed Jove ne’er repos’d o…

The motes up and down in the sun Ever restlessly moving we see; Whereas the great mountains stand… Unless terrible earthquakes there… If these atoms that move up and do…

Was it so hard a thing? I did but… A fleeting holiday, a little week. What if the jaded steer who all da… Had borne the heat and burthen of… When evening came, and her sweet c…

Alas! how am I chang’d! Where be… The sobs, and forc’d suspensions o… And all the dull desertions of the… With which I hung o’er my dead mo… Where be the blest subsidings of t…

JANE. Mamma is displeased and looks very… And I own, brother, I was to blam… Just now when I told her I wanted… Like Miss Lydia, a very fine name…

Alone, obscure, without a friend, A cheerless, solitary thing, Why seeks, my Lloyd, the stranger… What offering can the stranger bri… Of social scenes, home—bred deligh…

To operas and balls my cousins tak… And fond of plays my new—made frie… In summer season, when the days ar… In my godmother’s coach I take th… My uncle has a stately pleasure ba…

David and his three captains bold Kept ambush once within a hold. It was in Adullam’s cave, Nigh which no water they could hav… Nor spring nor running brook was n…

Smiling river, smiling river, On thy bosom sun—beams play; Though they’re fleeting, and retre… Thou hast more deceit than they. In thy channel, in thy channel,

As busy Aurelia, ‘twixt work and… Was labouring industriously hard To cull the vile weeds from the fl… Which grew in her father’s court—y… In her juvenile anger, wherever sh…

I saw a famous fountain, in my dre… Where shady path—ways to a valley… A weeping willow lay upon that str… And all around the fountain brink… Wide branching trees, with dark gr…

All are not false. I knew a youth… For grief, because his Love prove… And married with another. I saw him on the wedding—day,— For he was present in the church t…