#EnglishWriters
'I’ll make believe, and fancy some… I will suppose I have the power t… And make all things unlike to what… To jump through windows and fly th… And quite confound all places and…
I saw a famous fountain, in my dre… Where shady path—ways to a valley… A weeping willow lay upon that str… And all around the fountain brink… Wide branching trees, with dark gr…
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…
Why on your sister do you look, Octavius, with an eye of scorn, As scarce her presence you could b… Under one roof you both were born. Why, when she gently proffers spee…
My feeble Muse, that fain her bes… Write, at command of Frances West… But feels her wits not in their be… Fell lately on some idle fancies, As she’s much given to romances,
Sister, fie, for shame, no more, Give this ignorant babble o’er, Nor with little female pride Things above your sense deride. Why this foolish under—rating
I am a widow’d thing, now thou art… Now thou art gone, my own familiar… Companion, sister, help—mate, coun… Alas! that honour’d mind, whose sw… And meekest wisdom in times past h…
‘I keep it, dear papa, within my g… ‘You do—what sum then usually, my… Is there deposited? I make no dou… Some penny pieces you are not with… 'O no, papa, they’d soil my glove,…
An author who has given you all de… Furnished the tale our stage prese… Some of our earliest tears he taug… Down our young cheeks, and forced… To solitary shores whole years con…
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…
Hold on thy course uncheck’d, hero… Regardless what the player’s son m… Saint Stephens’ fool, the Zany of… Who nothing generous ever understo… London’s twice Prætor! scorn the…
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…
JANE. Mamma is displeased and looks very… And I own, brother, I was to blam… Just now when I told her I wanted… Like Miss Lydia, a very fine name…
SISTER. Through the house what busy joy, Just because the infant boy Has a tiny tooth to show. I have got a double row,
Whene’er I fragrant coffee drink, I on the generous Frenchman think… Whose noble perseverance bore The tree to Martinico’s shore. While yet her colony was new,