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…

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…

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

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

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…

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?

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…

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,…

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.

To his charming black-eyed niece Uncle Harry wishest peace! Wishes roses over strow’d O’er her sublunary road! No rude winds around her howl,

’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…

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…

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…

A gentle spirit now above Once animated what lies here Till heav’n announc’d in tenderest… “Ascend Immortal to yon sphere.” The lambkin at the great behest