Sister, fie, for shame, no more, Give this ignorant babble o’er, Nor with little female pride Things above your sense deride. Why this foolish under—rating

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…

My feeble Muse, that fain her bes… Write, at command of Frances West… But feels her wits not in their be… Fell lately on some idle fancies, As she’s much given to romances,

A dozen years since in this house… What bustle, what stir, and what j… Every soul in the family at my dev… When into the world I came twelve… I’ve been told by my friends (if t…

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,

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…

Whene’er I fragrant coffee drink, I on the generous Frenchman think… Whose noble perseverance bore The tree to Martinico’s shore. While yet her colony was new,

O what a joyous joyous day Is that on which we come At the recess from school away, Each lad to his own home! What though the coach is crammëd f…

Hold on thy course uncheck’d, hero… Regardless what the player’s son m… Saint Stephens’ fool, the Zany of… Who nothing generous ever understo… London’s twice Prætor! scorn the…

Arrayed—a half angelic sight— In nests of pure baptismal white, The mother to the font doth bring The little, helpless, nameless thi… With hushes soft, and mild caressi…

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

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…

Mamma heard me with scorn and prid… A wretched beggar—boy deride. ‘Do you not know,’ said I, 'how m… It is to be thus begging seen? If for a week I were not fed,

Did I hear the church—clock a few… I was asked, and I answered, I ha… But I thought that I heard it str… Said my friend then, ‘The blessin… We know not the want of, and prize…

SISTER. Do, my dearest brother John, Let that butterfly alone. BROTHER. What harm now do I do?