These springs were maidens once that loved, But lost to that they most approved: My story tells, by Love they were Turn'd to these springs which we see here: The pretty whimpering that they make,...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge, The changing heaven the breezy weather,
How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks The wayward brain, to saunter through a wood! An old place, full of many a lovely brood, Tall trees, green arbours, and ground-flowers in flocks;...
How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream, With half-shut eyes ever to seem Falling asleep in a half-dream! To dream and dream, like yonder amber light,...
A man of kind and noble mind Was H. Gustavus Hyde. 'Twould be amiss to add to this At present, for he died, In full possession of his senses, The day before my tale commences. ...
An excellent peasant, Of character pleasant, Once lived in a hut with his wife. He was cheerful and docile, But such an old fossil You wouldn't meet twice in your life....
"Aye," said the boozer, "I tell you it's true, sir, I once was a punter with plenty of pelf, But gone is my glory, I'll tell you the story How I stiffened my horse and got stiffened myself. ...
A maiden from the Bosphorus, With eyes as bright as phosphorus, Once wed the wealthy bailiff Of the caliph Of Kelat. Though diligent and zealous, he Became a slave to jealousy....
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more, But a nation was born when the immigrants said "Good-bye!" as they stepped ashore! In their loneliness they were parted thus...
I'll tell you how the leaves came down. The great Tree to his children said, "You're getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown, Yes, very sleepy, little Red; It is quite time you went to bed." ...
I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in Most wise tones, "Let us melt into the landscape,just us two by our lones." Peoplehavecome,inacarriage,calling. But Mummy is there.......
Nay, move not! Sit just as you are, Under the carved wings of the chair. The hearth-glow sifting through your hair Turns every dim pearl to a star Dawn-drowned in floods of brightening air. ...
In the beams of a beautiful day, Made soft by a breeze from the sea, The horses were started away, The fleet-footed thirty and three; Where beauty, with shining attire,...
His name was Aladdin. The clothes he was clad in Proclaimed him an Arab at sight, And he had for a chum An uncommonly rum Old afreet, six cubits in height. This person infernal,...
This Uninhabited Island Is near Cape Gardafui; But it's hot, too hot, of Suez For the likes of you and me Ever to go in a P. & O. To call on the Cake Parsee.
Happy young friends, sit by me, Under May's blown apple-tree, While these home-birds in and out Through the blossoms flit about. Hear a story, strange and old,...