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Thanks, thanks, fair Cousins, for your gift So swiftly borne to Albion’s isle—Though angry waves their crests uplift Between our shores, for many a league!(“So far, so good,” you say: “but how Your Cousins?” Let me tell you, Madam.We’re both…
I.Dreaming of apples on a wall, And dreaming often, dear, I dreamed that if I counted all, How many would appear? II.A stick I found, that weighed two pound: I sawed it up one dayIn pieces eight, of equal weight.…
(To Mary, Ina, and Harriet or “Hartie” Watson.)When .a.y and I.a told .a..ie they’d seen a Small ..ea.u.e with .i…, dressed in crimson and blue,.a..ie cried” “Twas a .ai.y! Why, I.a and .a.y, I should have been happy if I…
[Note.—Lily and Fox were two Dogs.] “Will you trot a little quicker?” said a Lily to a Fox.“It’s gone eleven half an hour, by all the village clocks:And dinner-time is twelve, you know, and Dolly will be wrath,If we’re not…
Is all our Life, then, but a dreamSeen faintly in the golden gleamAthwart Time’s dark resistless stream? Bowed to the earth with bitter woeOr laughing at some raree-show,We flutter idly to and fro. Man’s little Day in haste we spend,And,…
Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as wellRest on a friendly knee, intent to askThe tale he loves to tell. Rude spirits of the seething outer strife,Unmeet to read her pure and…
A boat beneath a sunny sky,Lingering onward dreamilyIn an evening of July— Children three that nestle near,Eager eye and willing ear,Pleased a simple tale to hear— Long has paled that sunny sky:Echoes fade and memories die:Autumn frosts have slain July.…
Child of the pure unclouded browAnd dreaming eyes of wonder!Though time be fleet, and I and thouAre half a life asunder,Thy loving smile will surely hailThe love-gift of a fairy-tale. I have not seen thy sunny face,Nor heard thy silver…
All in the golden afternoonFull leisurely we glide;For both our oars, with little skill,By little arms are plied,While little hands make vain pretenseOur wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,Beneath such dreamy weather,To beg a tale of…
“How shall I be a poet?How shall I write in rhyme?You told me once ‘the very wishPartook of the sublime.’Then tell me how! Don’t put me offWith your ‘another time’!”The old man smiled to see him,To hear his sudden sally;He…