The Star
TWINKLE, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are !
Up above the world so high, . . .
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The Statesmen
How blest the land that counts among
Her sons so many good and wise,
To execute great feats of tongue . . .
The Sun Rising
Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains call on us? . . .
Surprised by Joy
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom
But Thee, long buried in the silent Tomb, . . .
