Syn that you, Chloe, to your mode… Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures fu… Like as a lyttel deere you ben y-h… Whenas come lovers with theyre pit… Sothly it ben faire to give up you…

There, there, poor dog, my faithfu… Pay you no heed unto my sorrow: But feast to-day while yet you may… Who knows but we shall starve to-m… “Give us a tune,” the foemen cried…

The day is done; and, lo! the shad… Melt 'neath Diana’s mellow grace. Hark, how those deep, designing ma… Feign terror in this sylvan place! Come, friends, it’s time that we s…

There once was a bird that lived u… And all he could whistle was “Fid… A very provoking, unmusical song For one to be whistling the summer… Yet always contented and busy was…

The gods let slip that fiendish gr… Upon me last week Sunday— No fiercer storm than racked my fo… E’er swept the Bay of Fundy; But now, good-by

In an ocean, 'way out yonder, (As all sapient people know) Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to go; It’s their playing, romping, swing…

Happy the man that, when his day i… Lies down to sleep with nothing of… The battle he has fought may not b… The fame he sought be just as flee… Folding at last his hands upon his…

As once I rambled in the woods I chanced to spy amid the brake A huntsman ride his way beside A fair and passing tranquil lake; Though velvet bucks sped here and…

Prince, show me the quickest way a… To gain the subject of my moan; We’ve neither spinsters nor relics… These do I love, and these alone.

As beats the sun from mountain cre… With 'pretty, pretty’, Cometh the partridge from her nest… The flowers threw kisses sweet to… (For all the flowers that bloomed…

I’m thinking of the wooing That won my maiden heart When he—he came pursuing A love unused to art. Into the drowsy river

Why, Mistress Chloe, do you bothe… With prattlings and with vain ado Your worthy and industrious mother… Eschewing them that come to woo? Oh, that the awful truth might qui…

O Lady Fortune! 't is to thee I… Dwelling at Antium, thou hast pow… The veriest clod with riches and r… And change a triumph to a funeral The tillers of the soil and they t…

A bottle tree bloometh in Winkywa… Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! A snug little berth in that ship… That rocketh the Bottle-Tree babi… Where the Bottle Tree bloometh by…

All day long they come and go— Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the floor, Finger-marks along the wall,