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…

BEYOND where billows roll or te… Is gone the gentlest of the gentle… —Her brittle bark on life’s wild o… Unequal to the conflict soon was l… Severe her sufferings! much, alas,…

Hail sov’reign love that first beg… The scheme to rescue fallen man; Hail matchless, free, eternal grac… That gave my soul a Hiding-Place. Against the God that rules the sk…

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.

Believe me, dear patrons, I have… Without any compass, or planet or… My dear native village I scarcely… So I’ll hie to my hive like the t… Hail home! sacred home! to my soul…

Children Pray dearest mother if you please Cut up your double-curded cheese, The oldest of the brotherhood. It’s ripe, no doubt and nicely goo…

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.

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…

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.

’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…

’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…

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…

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…

Her little bark on Life’s wide Oc… In the unequal struggle soon was l… Severe its conflict! Much alas it… Then sunk beneath the storm and ro… But when th’ Archangels clarion s…

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?