LEAVE now our streets, and in yo… Those pleasant Seats for the redu… A merchant’s gift, whose wife and… When he to saving all his powers a… He wore his coat till bare was eve…

DISPOSED to wed, e’en while yo… There’s great advantage in a small… Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise… This prudent maxim of the priest o… If poor, delay for future want pre…

OBSERVE that tall pale Veteran… Of shame and guilt!—who cannot rea… Misery and mirth are blended in hi… Much innate vileness and some outw… There wishes strong and stronger g…

JESSE AND COLIN. A Vicar died and left his Daughte… It hurt her not, she was not rich… Her humble share of worldly goods… Paid every debt, and then her fort…

‘No charms she now can boast,’—'ti… But other charmers wither too: ‘And she is old,’—the fact I know… And old will other heroines grow; But not like them has she been lai…

To pomp and pageantry in nought al… A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, d… Noble he was, contemning all thing… His truth unquestion’d, and his so… Of no man’s presence Isaac felt a…

THE STRUGGLES OF CONSC… A serious Toyman in the city dwel… Who much concern for his religion… Reading, he changed his tenets, re… And various questions could with s…

‘SECTS in Religion?’—Yes of eve… We nurse some portion in our favou… Not one warm preacher of one growi… Can say our Borough treats him wi… Frequent as fashions they with us…

Old Peter Grimes made fishing his… His wife he cabin’d with him and h… And seem’d that life laborious to… To town came quiet Peter with his… And had of all a civil word and wi…

NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn… And yield the praise to worth and… But this with serious words and so… For these are friends with whom we… Helpers of men they’re call’d, and…

Muse of my Spenser, who so well c… The passions all, their bearings a… Who could in view those shadowy be… And with bold hand remove each dar… Wherein love, hatred, scorn, or an…

THE LOVER’S JOURNEY. It is the Soul that sees: the out… Present the object, but the Mind… And thence delight, disgust, or co… rise:

THE WIDOW’S TALE. To Farmer Moss, in Langar Vale,… His only daughter, from her school… A tender, timid maid! who knew not… To pass a pig-sty, or to face a co…

Part I VAGRANT. Take, take away thy barbarous hand… And let me to thy Master speak; Remit awhile the harsh command,

That all men would be cowards if t… Some men we know have courage to d… And this the life of many a hero s… That, like the tide, man’s courage… With friends and gay companions ro…