Scarce had the solemn Sabbath-bell Ceased quivering in the steeple, Scarce had the parson to his desk Walked stately through his people, When down the summer-shaded street A wasted female figure,...
As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile, Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while. ...
As Adam, early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower, refresh'd with sleep; Behold me where I pass--hear my voice--approach, Touch me--touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass;...
"If it be the undergraduate season at which this rabies religiosa is to be so fearful, what security has Mr. Goulburn against it at this moment, when his son is actually exposed to the full venom of an association with Dissente...
"Come, John lad, tell me what's to do, Tha luks soa glum an sad; Is it becoss tha'rt short o' brass? Or are ta poorly, lad? Has sombdy been findin fault, Wi' owt tha's sed or done?...
"Who's afraid of a cat?" said he; "I'm not afraid of a cat." He was a bird who sat on a rail, With five other birds, and this was his tale. "I'm not afraid of a cat." ...
Yo fowk 'at's some brass to invest, Luk sharp an mak th' best ov yor chonce! Aw'll gie yo a tip, - one o'th' best, Whear ther's profit an safety for once. Yo needn't be feeard th' bank 'll brust,...
There's some is born with their straight legs by natur - And some is born with bow-legs from the first - And some that should have grow'd a good deal straighter, But they were badly nurs'd,...
Oh for the breath of the briny deep, And the tug of the bellying sail, With the sea-gull's cry across the sky And a passing boatman's hail. For, be she fierce or be she gay,...
Quoth Richard in jest looking wistly at Nelly, Methinks child you seem something round in the belly. Nell answer'd him snappishly, how can that be, When my husband has been more than two years at sea?...
They whisper at my very gate, These clacking gossips every one, "We saw them in the wood of late, Her and the widow's son; The horses at the forge may wait, The wool may go unspun." ...
Last night, above the whistling wind, I heard the welcome rain, A fusillade upon the roof, A tattoo on the pane: The keyhole piped; the chimney-top A warlike trumpet blew;...
AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think to-day of thee, America, Such be the recitative I'd bring to-day for thee. ...
The rage for writing has spread far and wide, Letters on letters now are multiplied, And every mortal, who can hold a pen, Aspires in haste to teach his fellow men. Paper in wasted reams, and seas of ink....
His Grace! impossible! what, dead! Of old age too, and in his bed! And could that mighty warrior fall, And so inglorious, after all? Well, since he's gone, no matter how,...
A merry burgomaster In a burgh upon the Rhine Said, 'Our burghers all are Far too fond of drinking wine.' So the merry burgomaster, When the burgomasters met, Bade them look into the matter...
AS at thy portals also death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity, To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me,...
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose for my own share, What Case of Flesh, and Blood, I pleas'd to weare,...
In th' isle of Britain, long since famous grown For breeding the best cunts in Christendom, There reigns, and oh! long may he reign and thrive, The easiest King and best bred man alive....