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WRITTEN FOR THE HONOUR OF THE FAIR SEX. 1731Corinna, pride of Drury-Lane,For whom no shepherd sighs in vain;Never did...

Whut you say, dah? huh, uh! chile,You 's enough to dribe me wile.Want a sto'y; jes' hyeah dat!Whah' 'll I git a sto'y...

Fly hence, pale care, no more rememberPast sorrows with the fled December,But let each pleasant cheek appearSmooth as...

I wish I'd never gone to boardIn that house where I metThe touring lady from abroad,Who mocks my nightmares yet.I...

Hang out our banners on the stately towerIt dawns at last - the long-expected hour IThe steep is climbed, the...

I took a year out of my life and story -A dead year, and said, "I will hew thee a tomb!'All the kings of the nations...

First beginTaking in.Cargo stored,All aboard,Think aboutGiving out.Empty ship,Useless trip!Never strainWeary...

Say, art thou angry? words unkindHave fallen upon thine ear,Thy spirit hath been wounded tooBy mocking jest or...

A MOTHER'S ADDRESS TO HER FAMILY ON HER GOLDEN-WEDDING DAY.Just fifty years, my daughters,Just fifty years, my...

The song that once I dreamed about,The tender, touching thing,As radiant as the rose withoutThe love of wind and...

To Joseph Mazzini.Prim' dicte mihi, summ' dicende Camen'.1.The shadows fallen of years are nineSince heaven grew...

After yesterdayafternoon's blueclouds and white rainthe mockingbirdin the backyarduntied the drops fromleaves and...

There is a house beside a way,Where dwells a ghost of Yesterday:The old face of a beauty, faded,Looks from its...

11.30 P.M., DEC. 31Friend, when the year is on the wing,'Tis held a fair and comely thingTo turn reflective...

"Ah, are you digging on my graveMy loved one? planting rue?"- "No: yesterday he went to wedOne of the brightest...

Ah! did you ever hear the SpringCalling you through the snow,Or hear the little blackbird singInside its egg - or...

Ah! happy was I yesternightI trod the paths of loveWithin Elysian fields of bliss,Enchanted bowers above.A heavenly...

'Old things need not be therefore true,'O brother men, nor yet the new;Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,And...

Such oranges! so fresh and sweet,So large and lovely - and so cheap!They lay in one delicious heap,And added to the...

GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720The wind it wailed, the wind it moaned,And the white caps flecked the sea;"An' I would to...