Good-Morning, Mr. What-d'ye-call! Well! here's another pretty job! Lord help my Lady! - what a smash! - if you had only heard her sob! It was all through Mr. Lambert: but for certain he was winey,...
Tom Simpson was as nice a kind of man As ever lived - at least at number Four, In Austin Friars, in Mrs. Brown's first floor, At fifty pounds, - or thereabouts, - per ann....
"On the east coast, towards Tunis, the Moors still preserve the key of their ancestors' houses in Spain; to which country they still express the hopes of one day returning and again planting the crescent on the ancient walls of...
'Twas in the year two thousand and one, A pleasant morning of May, I sat on the gallows-tree, all alone, A channting a merry lay, - To think how the pest had spared my life,...
Lov'st thou not, Alice, with the early tide To see the hardy Fisher hoist his mast, And stretch his sail towards the ocean wide, - Like God's own beadsman going forth to cast...
'Twas in that mellow season of the year When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves Till they be gold, - and with a broader sphere The Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves;...
I heard a gentle maiden, in the spring, Set her sweet sighs to music, and thus sing: "Fly through the world, and I will follow thee, Only for looks that may turn back on me; ...
Love thy mother, little one! Kiss and clasp her neck again, - Hereafter she may have a son Will kiss and clasp her neck in vain. Love thy mother, little one!
Dear Fanny! nine long years ago, While yet the morning sun was low, And rosy with the Eastern glow The landscape smiled - Whilst lowed the newly-waken'd herds - Sweet as the early song of birds,...