The mirror held your fair, my Fai… A fickle moment’s space. You looked into mine eyes, and the… For ever fixed your face. Keep rather to your looking-glass
The moon on the one hand, the dawn… The moon is my sister, the dawn is… The moon on my left and the dawn o… My brother, good morning: my siste…
The nicest child I ever knew Was Charles Augustus Fortescue. He never lost his cap, or tore His stockings or his pinafore: In eating Bread he made no Crumbs…
D: The Dreadful Dinotherium he Will have to do his best for D. The early world observed with awe His back, indented like a saw. His look was gay, his voice was st…
The north-cast wind has come from… Roaring he came above the white wa… The foam of the loud sea was on hi… And all his hair was salt with fal… Over the keen light of northern da…
The Whale that wanders round the… Is not a table fish. You cannot bake or boil him whole Nor serve him in a dish; But you may cut his blubber up
Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs i… And youth in Expectation. Youth…
Is there any reward? I’m beginning to doubt it. I am broken and bored, Is there any reward Reassure me, Good Lord,
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…
The Vulture eats between his meal… And that’s the reason why He very, very, rarely feels As well as you and I. His eye is dull, his head is bald,
This man’s desire; that other’s ho… A third’s capricious tyrant: and m…
Lord Finchley tried to mend the E… Himself. It struck him dead: And… It is the business of the wealthy… To give employment to the artisan.
Who ran away from his Nurse and w… There was a Boy whose name was Ji… His Friends were very good to him… They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and… And slices of delicious Ham,
I call you bad, my little child, Upon the title page, Because a manner rude and wild Is common at your age. The Moral of this priceless work
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
