#EnglishWriters
‘Tell me, would you rather be Changed by a fairy to the fine Young orphan heiress Geraldine, Or still be Emily? ’Consider, ere you answer me,
An infant is a selfish sprite; But what of that? the sweet deligh… Which from participation springs, Is quite unknown to these young th… We elder children then will smile
As when a child on some long winte… Affrighted clinging to its Granda… With eager wond’ring and perturb’d… Listens strange tales of fearful d… Mutter’d to wretch by necromantic…
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…
WHEN maidens such as Hester die Their place ye may not well supply… Though ye among a thousand try With vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead…
In many a lecture, many a book, You all have heard, you all have r… That time is precious. Of its use Much has been written, much been s… The accomplishments which gladden…
When I the memory repeat Of the heroic actions great, Which, in contempt of pain and dea… Were done by men who drew their br… In ages past, I find no deed
As when a child on some long winte… Affrighted clinging to its Granda… With eager wond’ring and perturbed… Listens strange tales of fearful d… Muttered to wretch by necromantic…
Thou should’st have longer liv’d,… Have peacefully gone down in full… Thy children would have tended thy… We might have sat, as we have ofte… By our fireside, and talk’d whole…
I have got a new—born sister; I was nigh the first that kissed h… When the nursing woman brought her To papa, his infant daughter, How papa’s dear eyes did glisten!—
An Ape is but a trivial beast, Men count it light and vain; But I would let them have their t… To have my Ape again. To love a beast in any sort
'Your prayers you have said, and y… What cause is there yet keeps my d… This throb in your bosom proclaims… Disturbs your composure. Can inno… ‘Why thus do you cling to my neck,…
Time—mouldering crosses, gemmed wi… Of costliest work and Gothic trac… Point still the spot, to hallowed… Where rested on its solemn way the… That bore the bones of Edward’s E…
A little boy with crumbs of bread Many a hungry sparrow fed. It was a child of little sense, Who this kind bounty did dispense; For suddenly it was withdrawn,
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…