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,

In your garb and outward clothing A reservëd plainness use; By their neatness more distinguish… Than the brightness of their hues. All the colours in the rainbow

A stranger, and alone, I past tho… We past so late together; and my h… Felt something like desertion, whe… Around me, and the well—known voic… Was absent, and the cordial look w…

‘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,

Well, they are gone, and here must… This lime—tree bower my prison! I… Beauties and feelings, such as wou… Most sweet to my remembrance even… Had dimm’d mine eyes to blindness!…

'I’ll make believe, and fancy some… I will suppose I have the power t… And make all things unlike to what… To jump through windows and fly th… And quite confound all places and…

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…

By myself walking, To myself talking, When as I ruminate On my untoward fate, Scarcely seem I

Horatio, of ideal courage vain, Was flourishing in air his father’… And, as the fumes of valour swelle… Now thought himself this hero, and… ‘And now,’ he cried, 'I will Achi…

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…

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,

‘Tis pleasant, lolling in our elbo… Secure at home, to read descriptio… Of venturous traveller in savage c… His hair—breadth ’scapes, toil, hu… The merrier passages that, like a…

'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,…

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