(Written in the last reign.)
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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…
If you go to the field where the r… The sheaves of ripe corn, there a… Only three months of age, by the h… Left alone by its mother upon the… While the mother is reaping, the i…
Henry was every morning fed With a full mess of milk and bread… One day the boy his breakfast took… And eat it by a purling brook Which through his mother’s orchard…
A sparrow, when sparrows like parr… Addressed an old hen who could tal… Said he, 'It’s unjust that we spa… Our food, when your family’s fed e… ‘Were you like the peacock, that e…
Mystery of God! thou brave & beau… Made fair with light, & shade, & s… Made fearful and august with woods… Jagg’d precipice, black mountain,… Sun, over all—that no co—rival own…
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…
A child’s a plaything for an hour; Its pretty tricks we try For that or for a longer space; Then tire, and lay it by. But I knew one, that to itself
Cowper, I thank my God that thou… Thine was the sorest malady of all… And I am sad to think that it sho… Upon the worthy head; but thou art… And thou art yet, we trust, the de…
When the arts in their infancy wer… In a fable of old ‘tis exprest, A wise magpie constructed that rar… Little house for young birds, call… This was talked of the whole count…
SISTER. Do, my dearest brother John, Let that butterfly alone. BROTHER. What harm now do I do?
I am a widow’d thing, now thou art… Now thou art gone, my own familiar… Companion, sister, help—mate, coun… Alas! that honour’d mind, whose sw… And meekest wisdom in times past h…
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,
‘I keep it, dear papa, within my g… ‘You do—what sum then usually, my… Is there deposited? I make no dou… Some penny pieces you are not with… 'O no, papa, they’d soil my glove,…
When beasts by words their meaning… Some well—dressed men and women di… To gaze upon two monkeys at a fair… And one who was the spokesman in t… Said, in their countenance you mig…
The Lord of Life shakes off his d… And 'gins to sprinkle on the earth… Those rays that from his shaken lo… Meantime, by truant love of rambli… I turn my back on thy detested wal…