(Written in the last reign.)
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Margaret, in happy hour, Christen’d from that humble flower Which we a daisy call! May thy pretty name—sake be In all things a type of thee,
‘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…
A child’s a plaything for an hour; Its pretty tricks we try For that or for a longer space; Then tire, and lay it by. But I knew one, that to itself
May the Babylonish curse, Strait confound my stammering vers… If I can a passage see In this word—perplexity, Or a fit expression find,
David and his three captains bold Kept ambush once within a hold. It was in Adullam’s cave, Nigh which no water they could hav… Nor spring nor running brook was n…
I have had playmates, I have had… In my days of childhood, in my joy… All, all are gone, the old familia… I have been laughing, I have been… Drinking late, sitting late, with…
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,
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
WHEN maidens such as Hester die Their place ye may not well supply… Though ye among a thousand try With vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead…
While young John runs to greet The greater Infant’s feet, The Mother standing by, with trem… Of devout admiration, Beholds the engaging mystic play,…
To gratify his people’s wish See G—e at length prepare— He’s setting out for Hanover— We’ve often wish’d him there.
Dear Sir, Dear Madam, or Dear F… With ease are written at the top; When those two happy words are pen… A youthful writer oft will stop, And bite his pen, and lift his eye…
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…
All are not false. I knew a youth… For grief, because his Love prove… And married with another. I saw him on the wedding—day,— For he was present in the church t…
Shut these odious books up, brothe… They have made you quite another Thing from what you used to be: Once you liked to play with me, Now you leave me all alone,