From this may I a hint obtain, And take great care indeed, Lest I appear as pert and vain JANE TAYLOR. THE VIOLET. Down in a green and shady bed Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, And yet it was a lovely flow'r, Yet there it was content to bloom, And there diffused its sweet perfume, Then let me to the valley go, This pretty flow'r to see; That I In sweet humility. JANE TAYLOR. THE WEEK. ON Sunday begin Your tasks without gloom; And Friday, no doubt, Not being left out, With Saturday last The week will be past. ANONYMOUS. TO A ROBIN-REDBREAST. LITTLE bird, with bosom red, Welcome to my humble shed! Courtly domes of high degree Have no room for thee and me: Pride and Pleasure's fickle throng Nothing mind an idle song. Daily near my table steal Doubt not, little though there be, Well rewarded if I spy Eat thee, bones and all, my boy. LANGHORNE. THE CAT. I LOVE little Pussy, her coat is so warm, SONG FOR AN INFANT SCHOOL. CHILDREN go In a merry, pretty row; Faces bright: 'Tis a happy sight. Swiftly turning round and round, Full of glee, Birds are free, So are we; And we live as happily. Study too, For we learn "twice two; When we laugh, and dance, and sing, Gay as birds or anything. Follow me, Full of glee, Singing merrily. Work is done, Play's begun ; Now we have our laugh and fun. Happy days, Pretty plays, And no naughty ways. Holding fast each other's hand, Full of glee, MRS. FOLLEN. THE DROWNING FLY. IN yonder glass, behold a drowning fly; Poor helpless insect! And will no one save? D |