Thou too art dead, ——! very kind Hast thou been to me in my childis… Thou best good creature. I have n… How thou didst love thy Charles,… A prating school—boy: I have not…

My father’s grandfather lives stil… His age is fourscore years and ten… He looks a monument of time, The agedest of aged men. Though years lie on him like a loa…

Lucy, what do you espy In the cast in Jenny’s eye That should you to laughter move? I far other feelings prove. When on me she does advance

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

A little child, who had desired To go and see the Park guns fired… Was taken by his maid that way Upon the next rejoicing day. Soon as the unexpected stroke

Anger in its time and place May assume a kind of grace. It must have some reason in it, And not last beyond a minute. If to further lengths it go,

A Merchant, who by generous pains Prospered in honourable gains, Could boast, his wealth and fame t… Three manly Sons, three Daughters… With these he felt supremely blest…

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 why your good deeds with such pr… And why that self—satisfied smile At the shilling you gave to the po… That lifted you over the stile? 'Tis not much; all the bread that…

As when a child on some long winte… Affrighted clinging to its Granda… With eager wond’ring and perturb’d… Listens strange tales of fearful d… Mutter’d to wretch by necromantic…

Come, my little Robert, near— Fie! what filthy hands are here— Who that e’er could understand The rare structure of a hand, With its branching fingers fine,

In days of yore, as Ancient Stori… A King in love with a great Princ… Long at her feet submiss the Mona… While she with stern repulse his s… Yet was he form’d by birth to plea…

Lazy—bones, lazy—bones, wake up an… The Cat’s in the cupboard, your M… There you sit snoring, forgetting… Who is to give her her Bolus and… Twenty—five Angels must come into…

‘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,…