Nought loves another as itself Nor venerates another so. Nor is it possible to Thought A greater than itself to know: And Father, how can I love you, Or any…

The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wand’ring light, Began to cry, but God ever nigh, Appeared like his father in white. He kissed the child…

My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as an angel is the English child: But I am black…

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn: The humble Sheep. a threatning horn: While the Lily white, shall in Love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty…

Awake, awake my little Boy! Thou wast thy Mother’s only joy: Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? Awake! thy Father does thee keep. “O, what land is the…

Little Lamb, who made thee Does thou know who made thee Gave thee life & bid thee feed. By the stream & o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight,…

Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be. If all were as happy as we; And mutual fear brings peace;…

I went to the Garden of Love. And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And…

Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch’s right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an odor of war, like a ripe vineyard, rose from his…

‘What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price Of all…