The stranger warmth of the young s… Look! little beads of green begin… And hidden flowers have dated thei… Where late such droughty dusts wer… It’s not the month, but all the wo…
The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in… He has a big head and a very small… But his shoulders are stark, and h… And a good little child will not p…
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And P… A trick that everyone abhors In little girls is slamming doors. A wealthy banker’s little daughter Who lived in Palace Green, Baysw…
Wherever the Catholic sun doth sh… There’s always laughter and good r… At least I’ve always found it so. Benedicamus Domino!
The north-cast wind has come from… Roaring he came above the white wa… The foam of the loud sea was on hi… And all his hair was salt with fal… Over the keen light of northern da…
When we are dead, some Hunting-bo… And find a stone half-hidden in ta… And grey with age: but having seen… (Which was your image), ride more…
When Jesus Christ was four years… The angels brought Him toys of go… Which no man ever had bought or so… And yet with these He would not p… He made Him small fowl out of cla…
Who played with a Dangerous Toy,… When George’s Grandmamma was told That George had been as good as g… She promised in the afternoon To buy him an Immense BALLOON.
The soldier month, the bulwark of… That never more shall hear such vi… He stands apparent with his heaven… And helmeted of grand Etruscan go… Our harvest is the bounty he has w…
Behold, my child, the Nordic man, And be as like him, as you can; His legs are long, his mind is slo… His hair is lank and made of tow. And here we have the Alpine Race:
Matilda told such Dreadful Lies, It made one Gasp and Stretch one’… Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest… Had kept a Strict Regard for Tru… Attempted to Believe Matilda:
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pr… Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the Human Race in Scorn, And lived with all his Sisters wh… His father lived, in Berkeley Squ…
Some years ago you heard me sing My doubts on Alexander Byng. His sister Sarah now inspires My jaded Muse, my failing fires. Of Sarah Byng the tale is told
Of Courtesy, it is much less Than Courage of Heart or Holines… Yet in my Walks it seems to me That the Grace of God is in Cour… On Monks I did in Storrington fa…
I said to Heart, ‘How goes it?’… ‘Right as a Ribstone Pippin!’ Bu…
