(Written in the last reign.)
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An infant is a selfish sprite; But what of that? the sweet deligh… Which from participation springs, Is quite unknown to these young th… We elder children then will smile
The month was June, the day was h… And Philip had an orange got, The fruit was fragrant, tempting,… Refreshing to the smell and sight; Not of that puny size which calls
Joy to Philip, he this day Has his long coats cast away, And (the childish season gone) Puts the manly breeches on. Officer on gay parade,
In your garb and outward clothing A reservëd plainness use; By their neatness more distinguish… Than the brightness of their hues. All the colours in the rainbow
'A wicked action fear to do, When you are by yourself; for thou… You think you can conceal it, A little bird that’s in the air The hidden trespass shall declare,
David and his three captains bold Kept ambush once within a hold. It was in Adullam’s cave, Nigh which no water they could hav… Nor spring nor running brook was n…
I have had playmates, I have had… In my days of childhood, in my joy… All, all are gone, the old familia… I have been laughing, I have been… Drinking late, sitting late, with…
To gratify his people’s wish See G—e at length prepare— He’s setting out for Hanover— We’ve often wish’d him there.
There, Robert, you have kill’d th… And should you thousand ages try The life you’ve taken to supply, You could not do it. You surely must have been devoid
O hush, my little baby brother; Sleep, my love, upon my knee. What though, dear child, we’ve los… That can never trouble thee. You are but ten weeks old to—morro…
A timid grace sits trembling in he… As loath to meet the rudeness of m… Yet shedding a delicious lunar lig… That steeps in kind oblivious ecst… The care—crazed mind, like some st…
One Sunday eve a grave old man, Who had not been at church, did sa… ‘Eliza, tell me, if you can, What text our Doctor took to—day?… She hung her head, she blushed for…
Did I hear the church—clock a few… I was asked, and I answered, I ha… But I thought that I heard it str… Said my friend then, ‘The blessin… We know not the want of, and prize…
Margaret, in happy hour, Christen’d from that humble flower Which we a daisy call! May thy pretty name—sake be In all things a type of thee,
In a stage—coach, where late I ch… A little quiet girl my notice caug… I saw she looked at nothing by the… Her mind seemed busy on some child… I with an old man’s courtesy addre…