#EnglishWriters
Hold on thy course uncheck’d, hero… Regardless what the player’s son m… Saint Stephens’ fool, the Zany of… Who nothing generous ever understo… London’s twice Prætor! scorn the…
Alone, obscure, without a friend, A cheerless, solitary thing, Why seeks, my Lloyd, the stranger… What offering can the stranger bri… Of social scenes, home—bred deligh…
I saw a boy with eager eye Open a book upon a stall, And read as he’d devour it all: Which when the stall—man did espy, Soon to the boy I heard him call,
I have taught your young lips the… Which form the petition we call th… And now let me help my dear child… The meaning of all the good words… ‘Our Father,’—the same appellatio…
‘I keep it, dear papa, within my g… ‘You do—what sum then usually, my… Is there deposited? I make no dou… Some penny pieces you are not with… 'O no, papa, they’d soil my glove,…
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…
A dozen years since in this house… What bustle, what stir, and what j… Every soul in the family at my dev… When into the world I came twelve… I’ve been told by my friends (if t…
By myself walking, To myself talking, When as I ruminate On my untoward fate, Scarcely seem I
Time—mouldering crosses, gemmed wi… Of costliest work and Gothic trac… Point still the spot, to hallowed… Where rested on its solemn way the… That bore the bones of Edward’s E…
Said Ann to Matilda, 'I wish tha… If what we’ve been reading of fair… Do you think that the poet himself… The fairies he here does so pretti… O what a sweet sight if he really…
In your garb and outward clothing A reservëd plainness use; By their neatness more distinguish… Than the brightness of their hues. All the colours in the rainbow
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…
Horatio, of ideal courage vain, Was flourishing in air his father’… And, as the fumes of valour swelle… Now thought himself this hero, and… ‘And now,’ he cried, 'I will Achi…
If you go to the field where the r… The sheaves of ripe corn, there a… Only three months of age, by the h… Left alone by its mother upon the… While the mother is reaping, the i…
In a costly palace Youth goes cla… In a wretched workhouse Age’s lim… There they sit, the old men by a s… Still close and closer cowering, w… In a costly palace, when the brave…