O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That

A Name, It Has More Than Nominal Worth, And Belongs To Good Or Bad Luck At Birth

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not So Easy By Half As Lying.

I Remember, I Remember The Fir-trees Dark And High; I Used To Think Their Slender Tops Were Close Against The Sky; It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 't Is Little Joy To Know I'm Farther Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.

He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up The Wrong Way, Tormenting Himself With His Prickles.