With the apples and the plums Little Carolina comes, At the time of the dessert she Comes and drops her last new curts… Graceful curtsy, practised o’er

Come my little Robert near— Fie! what filthy hands are here! Who that e’er could understand The rare structure of a hand, With its branching fingers fine,

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…

Come, my little Robert, near— Fie! what filthy hands are here— Who that e’er could understand The rare structure of a hand, With its branching fingers fine,

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…

What’s Life still changing ev’ry… Tis all the seasons in a Day! The Smile, the Tear, the Sun, th… Tis now December, now tis May At morn we hail some envied Queen…

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…

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…

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!—

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…

The wall—trees are laden with frui… The grape, and the plum, and the p… The peach and the nectarine, to su… Every taste, in abundance are ther… Yet all are not welcome to taste

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…

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…

Why is your mind thus all day long Upon your music set; Till reason’s swallowed in a song, Or idle canzonet? I grant you, Melesinda, when

A little child, who had desired To go and see the Park guns fired… Was taken by his maid that way Upon the next rejoicing day. Soon as the unexpected stroke