There are certain things —as, a sp… The income—tax, gout, an umbrella… That I hate, but the thing that I… Is a thing they call the Sea. Pour some salt water over the floo…

As one who strives a hill to climb… Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow every moment less sublime, And votes the thing a bore:

Sent to a friend who had complaine… him when he came, but didn’t seem… And cannot pleasures, while they l… Be actual unless, when past, They leave us shuddering and aghas…

I have a horse– a ryghte good hors… Ne doe Y envye those Who scoure ye playne yn headye cou… Tyll soddayne on theyre nose They lyghte wyth unexpected force

And with that she began nursing her child again, sin… lullaby to it as she did so, and g… lent shake at the end of every lin… “Speak roughly to your little boy,

Alice was walking beside the Whit… ‘You are sad.’ the Knight said in… ‘Is it very long?’ Alice asked, f… 'It’s long.' said the Knight, 'bu… either it brings tears to their ey…

When on the sandy shore I sit, Beside the salt sea—wave, And fall into a weeping fit Because I dare not shave — A little whisper at my ear

There was an ancient City, strick… With a strange frenzy, and for man… They paced from morn to eve the cr… And danced the night away. I asked the cause: the aged man gr…

‘“Will you walk a little faster?”… “There’s a porpoise close behind u… See how eagerly the lobsters and t… They are waiting on the shingle—wi… Will you, won’t you, will you, won…

‘Will you walk a little faster?’ s… ‘There’s a porpoise close behind u… See how eagerly the lobsters and t… They are waiting on the shingle—wi… Will you, won’t you, will you, won…

AY, 'twas here, on this spot, In that summer of yore, Atalanta did not Vote my presence a bore, Nor reply to my tenderest talk “S…