(Written in the last reign.)
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To operas and balls my cousins tak… And fond of plays my new—made frie… In summer season, when the days ar… In my godmother’s coach I take th… My uncle has a stately pleasure ba…
Brothers and sisters I have many: Though I know there is not any Of them but I love, yet I Will just name them all; and try If there be one a little more
It is not always to the strong Victorious battle shall belong. This found Goliath huge and tall: Mightiest giant of them all, Who in the proud Philistian host
Whether beneath sweet beds of rose… As foolish little Ann supposes, The spirit of a babe reposes Before it to the body come; Or, as philosophy more wise
One Sunday eve a grave old man, Who had not been at church, did sa… ‘Eliza, tell me, if you can, What text our Doctor took to—day?… She hung her head, she blushed for…
The drunkard’s sin, excess in wine… Which reason drowns, and health de… As yet no failing is of thine, Dear Jim; strong drink’s not give… You from the cool fresh stream all…
Joy to Philip, he this day Has his long coats cast away, And (the childish season gone) Puts the manly breeches on. Officer on gay parade,
After the tempest in the sky How sweet yon rainbow to the eye! Come, my Matilda, now while some Few drops of rain are yet to come, In this honeysuckle bower
‘Tis pleasant, lolling in our elbo… Secure at home, to read descriptio… Of venturous traveller in savage c… His hair—breadth ’scapes, toil, hu… The merrier passages that, like a…
But a few words could William say… And those few could not speak plai… Yet thought he was a man one day; Never saw I boy so vain. From what could vanity proceed
Mamma gave us a single peach, She shared it among seven; Now you may think that unto each But a small piece was given. Yet though each share was very sma…
With the apples and the plums Little Carolina comes, At the time of the dessert she Comes and drops her last new curts… Graceful curtsy, practised o’er
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…
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…
A sparrow, when sparrows like parr… Addressed an old hen who could tal… Said he, 'It’s unjust that we spa… Our food, when your family’s fed e… ‘Were you like the peacock, that e…