Poems

The Broken Doll An infant is a selfish sprite; But what of that? the sweet delight Which from participation springs, Is quite unknown to these young […]

The Brother’s Reply Sister, fie, for shame, no more, Give this ignorant babble o’er, Nor with little female pride Things above your sense deride. Why this […]

The Butterfly SISTER. Do, my dearest brother John, Let that butterfly alone. BROTHER. What harm now do I do? You’re always making such a noise– SISTER. […]

The Christening Arrayed–a half angelic sight– In nests of pure baptismal white, The mother to the font doth bring The little, helpless, nameless thing, With hushes […]

The Coffee Slips Whene’er I fragrant coffee drink, I on the generous Frenchman think, Whose noble perseverance bore The tree to Martinico’s shore. While yet her […]

The Confidant Anna was always full of thought As if she’d many sorrows known, Yet mostly her full heart was fraught With troubles that were not […]

The Dessert With the apples and the plums Little Carolina comes, At the time of the dessert she Comes and drops her last new curtsy; Graceful […]

The Duty Of A Brother Why on your sister do you look, Octavius, with an eye of scorn, As scarce her presence you could brook?– Under […]

The End Of May “Our governess is not in school, So we may talk a bit; Sit down upon this little stool, Come, little Mary, sit: […]

The Fairy Said Ann to Matilda, “I wish that we knew If what we’ve been reading of fairies be true. Do you think that the poet […]