An elegy on the death of MONT… The sweetest, gentlest, of the you… Here lies his clay cold upon the s… He scarce had started on life’s va… For dreary death arrested his care…

HORACE. While I was pleasing to your arms… Nor any youth, of happier charms, Thy snowy bosom blissful prest, Not Portia’s like me was blest.

Translation of a letter from a ten… My very good landlady, Mistress V… (For the tears that o’erwhelm me… I know that I promis’d you hogs t… (But who knows his destiny? Certa…

’Twas the night before Christmas,… Not a creature was stirring, not e… The stockings were hung by the chi… In hopes that St. Nicholas soon w… The children were nestled all snug…

To my little niece Sally Livingst… Hasty pilgrim stop thy pace Turn a moment to this place Read what pity hath erected To a songster she respected.

I rise when I please, when I plea… Nor seek, what I care not a rush… The rattle called wealth I have l… Nor aim to be either important or… Let women & children & chi…

’Twas summer, when softly the bree… And Hudson majestic so sweetly wa… The groves rang with music & a… And nature in rapture beat time to… When Helen and Jonas, so true and…

On this thy natal day permit a fri… A brother - with thy joys his own… In all gladness he would wish to s… As willing in thy griefs a part to… Meekly attend the ways of higher h…

Take the name of the swain, a forl… Who was chang’d to a flow’r for ad… A part deem’d essential in each la… With what maidens cry when they wi… A lullabye carriage, soft, cozy an…

E v’ry grace in her combine, L ove and truth and friendship joi… I n one source without reserve, Z ealous all her friends to serve, A nd diffuse true harmony.

Of RISPAH. (who had been the co… From morn to eve from eve to rosy… On this bleak rock I’ll lay me al… Here will I stay, tho’ tempests f… Fierce lightnings glare, or earthq…

Master Timmy brisk and airy Blythe as Oberon the fairy On thy head thy cousin wishes Thousand and ten thousand blisses. Never may thy wicket ball

In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship’s golden… Whene’er they met, the fox would b… And madame Crane would curtsie lo… —My lovely Crane how do you do?

The legislators pass along A solemn, self-important throng! Just raised from the common mass, They feel themselves another class… —But let them in the sunshine play

With the ladies’ permission, most… How much we’re obliged by all thei… We sink with the weight of the hug… Too long & too broad to admit… For us (and I blush while I speak…