My rose, Gravina, blooms anew; And steeped not now in rain, But in Castalian streams by you, Will never fade again.

A trader I am to the African shor… But since that my trading is like… I’ll sing you a song that you ne’e… Which nobody can deny, deny, Which nobody can deny.

Airy del Castro was as bold a kni… As ever earned a lady’s love in fi… Many he sought, but one above the… His tender heart victoriously impr… In fairy land was born the matchle…

Boy! I detest all Persian fopperi… Fillet-bound garlands are to me di… Task not thyself with any search,… Where latest roses linger. Bring me alone (for thou wilt find…

Almighty King! whose wondrous han… Supports the weight of sea and lan… Whose grace is such a boundless st… No heart shall break that sighs fo… Thy providence supplies my food,

A miser traversing his house, Espied, unusual there, a mouse, And thus his uninvited guest Briskly inquisitive address’d: ‘Tell me, my dear, to what cause i…

’Tis not that I design to rob Thee of thy birthright, gentle Bo… For thou art born sole heir and si… Of dear Mat Prior’s easy jingle; Nor that I mean, while thus I kni…

Ancient dame, how wide and vast To a race like ours appears, Rounded to an orb at last, All thy multitude of years! We, the herd of human kind,

Farewell! ‘But not for ever,’ Hop… Trace but his steps and meet him i… There nothing shall renew our part… Thou shalt not wither nor I weep…

I am just two and two, I am warm,… And the parent of numbers that can… I am lawful, unlawful—a duty, a fa… I am often sold dear, good for not… An extraordinary boon, and a matte…

The lady thus address’d her spouse… What a mere dungeon is this house! By no means large enough; and was… Yet this dull room, and that dark… Those hangings with their worn-out…

THE noon was shady, and soft airs Swept Ouse’s silent tide, When, 'scap’d from literary cares, I wander’d on his side. My spaniel, prettiest of his race,

The works of ancient bards divine, Aulus, thou scorn’st to read; And should posterity read thine, It would be strange indeed! When little more than boy in age,

That ocean you have late surveyed, Those rocks I too have seen; But I, afflicted and dismayed, You tranquil and serene. You from the flood-controlling ste…

Ye sons of earth prepare the ploug… Break up your fallow ground; The sower is gone forth to sow, And scatter blessings round. The seed that finds a stony soil