My mother groaned, my father wept,Into the dangerous world I leapt;Helpless, naked, piping loud,Like a fiend hid in a cloud.Struggling in my father's hands,Striving against my swaddling bands,Bound and weary, I thought best...

Well I learned the tradeFrom Piggy KnowlesSing Sing Tommy Shay BoysGod used me as hammer boysTo beat his weary drum todayHoist that rag [2x]The sun is up the world is flatDamn good address for a ratThe smell...

I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: - Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. Near them on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frownAnd wrinkled lip and sneer of cold commandTell that its scu...

The wild winds weep,And the night is a-cold;Come hither, Sleep,And my griefs enfold! . . .But lo! the morning peepsOver the eastern steeps,And the rustling beds of dawnThe earth do scorn.?Lo! to the vaultOf pav;d he...

Three Virgins at the break of day:`Whither, young man, whither awayAlas for woe! alas for woe!'They cry, and tears for ever flow.The one was cloth'd in flames of fire,The other cloth'd in iron wire,The other cloth'd in tears and si...

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with my smiles,And with soft...

I asked?my dear friend Orator Prig:‘What’s the first part of oratory?’ He said: ‘A great wig.‘And what is the second?’ Then, dancing a jigAnd bowing profoundly, he said: ‘A great wig.’‘And what is the third?’ Then he snored like a pig,...

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 the gates of this Chapel were shut,And Thou shalt not' writ over the door;So I turn'd to the Garde...

A little black thing among the snow,Crying " 'weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe!"Where are thy father and mother? say?"—"They are both gone up to the church to pray."Because I was happy upon the heath,And...

Ah! Sun-flower, weary of time,Who countest the steps of the sun,Seeking after that sweet golden climeWhere the traveller’s journey is done;Where the Youth pined away with desire,And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow,Arise from t...