I've won the two tosses from Prescot;
Now hear me, and hearken and heed,
And pull that vile flower from your waistcoat,
And throw down that beast of a weed;

Incident Characteristic Of A Favorite Dog

© William Wordsworth

ON his morning rounds the Master
Goes to learn how all things fare;
Searches pasture after pasture,
Sheep and cattle eyes with care;

Persuasions to Enjoy

© Thomas Carew

If the quick spirits in your eye

Now languish and anon must die;

Here lies the money still, and no one finds
The dervis yet--he's probably got somewhere
Over a chess-board. Play would often make
The man forget himself, and why not, me.
Patience--Ha! what's the matter.

The Sea-Mew

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

I had loved the pretty birds that by my window sung
The gentle thrush that had his nest the perfumed pines among;
The chaffinch with his sudden note, his song so clear and bold;
The sad rhyme of the robin, too, that came when winds grew cold;

The Gentlest Lady

They say He was a serious child,
And quiet in His ways;
They say the gentlest lady smiled
To hear the neighbors' praise.

The Complacent Slacker

When he was just a lad in school,

He used to sit around and fool

On Seeing a Bust of Mrs. Montague

Had this fair figure, which this frame displays,
Adorn'd in Roman time the brightest days,
In every dome, in every sacred place,
Her statue would have breathed an added grace,
And on its basis would have been enroll'd,
"This is Minerva, cast in Virtue's mould."