Poems

Weeding As busy Aurelia, ‘twixt work and ‘twixt play, Was labouring industriously hard To cull the vile weeds from the flowerets away, Which grew in her […]

What Is Fancy? SISTER. I am to write three lines, and you Three others that will rhyme. There–now I’ve done my task. BROTHER. Three stupid lines […]

Which Is The Favourite? Brothers and sisters I have many: Though I know there is not any Of them but I love, yet I Will just […]

Why Not Do It, Sir, Today? “Why so I will, you noisy bird, This very day I’ll advertise you, Perhaps some busy ones may prize you. […]

Written A Year After The Events Alas! how am I chang’d! Where be the tears, The sobs, and forc’d suspensions of the breath, And all the […]

Written Christmas Day 1797 I am a widow’d thing, now thou art gone! Now thou art gone, my own familiar friend, Companion, sister, help-mate, counsellor! Alas! […]

Written In The First Leaf Of A Child’s Memorandum-Book My neat and pretty book, when I thy small lines see They seem for any use to […]

Written On The Day Of My Aunt’s Funeral Thou too art dead, ——! very kind Hast thou been to me in my childish days, Thou best […]

Written Soon After The Preceding Poem Thou should’st have longer liv’d, and to the grave Have peacefully gone down in full old age! Thy children would […]

To America When the fire sinks in the grate, and night has bent Close wings about the room, and winter stands Hard-eyed before the window, when […]