Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.

A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.

How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.

There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.