Child! do not throw this book abou… Refrain from the unholy pleasure Of cutting all the pictures out! Preserve it as your chiefest treas… Child, have you never heard it sai…
Matilda told such Dreadful Lies, It made one Gasp and Stretch one’… Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest… Had kept a Strict Regard for Tru… Attempted to Believe Matilda:
Look, how those steep woods on the… Burn, burn against the sunset; now… Invades our very noon: the year’s… Mornings are dark, and evenings co… The vines below have lost their pu…
Who was frightened by a Passing M… “Oh murder! What was that, Papa!” “My child, It was a Motor-Car, A most Ingenious Toy! Designed to Captivate and Charm
The stranger warmth of the young s… Look! little beads of green begin… And hidden flowers have dated thei… Where late such droughty dusts wer… It’s not the month, but all the wo…
The Dromedary is a cheerful bird: I cannot say the same about the K…
Is there any reward? I’m beginning to doubt it. I am broken and bored, Is there any reward Reassure me, Good Lord,
The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in… He has a big head and a very small… But his shoulders are stark, and h… And a good little child will not p…
He lost his money first of all And losing that is half the story– And later on he tried a fall With fate, in things less transito… He lost his heart—and found it dea…
I’m tired of Love: I’m still more… But Money gives me pleasure all t…
November is that historied Empero… Conquered in age, but foot to foot… Who from his refuge high has heard… Of squadrons in pursuit, and now,… Stirrups the storm and calls the w…
Some years ago you heard me sing My doubts on Alexander Byng. His sister Sarah now inspires My jaded Muse, my failing fires. Of Sarah Byng the tale is told
I will not try to reach again, I will not set my sail alone, To moor a boat bereft of men At Yarnton’s tiny docks of stone. But I will sit beside the fire,
The parents of the learned child (His father and his mother) Were utterly aghast to note The facts he would at random quote On creatures curious, rare, and wi…
It was my shame, and now it is my… That I have loved you rather more…
