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Note 1. The American colonies had recently been lost. [back]
Note 2. King Henry V.R. B. [back]
Note 3. Sir John Falstaff, vid. Shakespeare.R. B. [back]
Note 4. Alluding to the newspaper account of a certain Royal sailors amour.R. B. This was Prince William Henry, third son of George III, afterward King William IV. [back]

To A Louse

© Robert Burns

Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze and lace;
Tho' faith, I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.

Child And Father

© Madison Julius Cawein

A LITTLE child, one night, awoke and cried,
"Oh, help me, father! there is something wild
Before me! help me!" Hurrying to his side
I answered, "I am here. You dreamed, my child."

The Funny Kittens

© Carolyn Wells

Once there were some silly kittens,
And they knitted woolly mittens
To bestow upon the freezing Hottentots.
But the Hottentots refused them,
Saying that they never used them
Unless crocheted of red with yellow spots.

66. Elegy on the Death of Robert Ruisseaux

© Robert Burns

Thohe was bred to kintra-wark,
And counted was baith wight and stark,
Yet that was never Robins mark
To mak a man;
But tell him, he was learnd and clark,
Ye roosd him then!

59. Death and Dr. Hornbook

© Robert Burns

But just as he began to tell,
The auld kirk-hammer strak the bell
Some wee short hour ayont the twal,
Which raisd us baith:
I took the way that pleasd mysel,
And sae did Death.

The Art Of War. Book VI.

© Henry James Pye

If chiefs like these in combat vers'd have found
Their honors fade as fortune sudden frown'd,
If they have fall'n from fortune's giddy height,
What can ye hope yet novices in fight?
Scarce wean'd by fierce Bellona's fostering arms,
Young in the field, and new to War's alarms.

The Sermon Of The Rose

© James Whitcomb Riley

Wilful we are in our infirmity

Of childish questioning and discontent.

Against Hope

© Abraham Cowley

HOPE, whose weak Being ruin'd is,

Alike if it succeed, and if it miss ;

Life Is A Dream - Act II

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

CLOTALDO. Reasons fail me not to show
That the experiment may not answer;
But there is no remedy now,
For a sign from the apartment
Tells me that he hath awoken
And even hitherward advances.

76. To a Mouse

© Robert Burns

Still thou art blest, compard wi me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my ee.
On prospects drear!
An forward, tho I canna see,
I guess an fear!

Sonnet XXXVII: O Why Doth Delia

© Samuel Daniel

O why doth Delia credit so her glass,

Gazing her beauty deign'd her by the skies,

Prologue To 'Zobeide'

© Oliver Goldsmith

IN these bold times, when Learning's sons explore

The distant climate and the savage shore;

Haidouks

© Hristo Botev

Father and Son
Come, Grandfather, blow on your pipe now,
And I will take up the tune
With songs of our heroes, of haidouks,

The Holly-Tree

O reader! hast thou ever stood to see
The Holly-tree?
The eye that contemplates it well perceives
Its glossy leaves
Ordered by an Intelligence so wise
As might confound the Atheist's sophistries.

To A Happy Warrior

Glory to God who made a man like this!
To God be praise who in the empty heaven
Set Earth's gay globe
With its green vesture given

Life

CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seems
Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
Or carnival of careless joys that leap
About your hearts like billows on the deep
In flames of amber and of amethyst.

The Geraldines

Ye Geraldines! Ye Geraldines! How royally ye reigned
O'er Desmond broad and rich Kildare, and English arts disdained;
Your sword made knights, your banner waved, free was your bugle call
By Glyn's green slopes, and Dingle's tide, from Barrow's banks to
Eochaill,
What gorgeous shrines, what Brehon lore, what minstrel feasts there were