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Ah! reign, wherever Man is found.

Ah! wherefore should my weeping maid suppress

Airy del Castro was as bold a knight

All are indebted much to thee.

Almighty King! whose wond'rous hand

All-worshipp'd Gold! thou mighty mystery!
Ancient dame, how wide and vast

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And dwells there in a female heart

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As on a hill-top rude, when closing day

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As one who, long in thickets and in brakes

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As yet a stranger to the gentle fires

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Ask what is human life-the sage replies

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At length, my friend, the far-sent letters come

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Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose

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Bewail not much, my parents! me, the prey

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Beware, my friend! of crystal brook

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Beware of building! I intended

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Bid adieu, my sad heart, bid adieu to thy peace

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Charles-and I say it wond'ring-thou must know

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Charon! receive a family on board.

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Christina, maiden of heroic mien !

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Close by the threshold of a door nail'd fast

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Come, peace of mind, delightful guest!

Contemplate, when the sun declines

Cocoa-nut naught

Come, ponder well, for 'tis no jest

Could Homer come himself, distress'd and poor
Could I, from heav'n inspir'd, as sure presage
Cowper had sinn'd with some excuse

Cowper, whose silver voice, task'd sometimes hard

Cum tot sustineant reges et tanta, neque ulla

Dear Anna-between friend and friend
Dear architect of fine Chateaux en l'air
Dear Joseph-five and twenty years ago
Dear LORD, accept a sinful heart

Dear President, whose art sublime.
Delia, th' unkindest girl on earth
Did Cytherea to the skies.

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Did not my muse (what can she less?)
Did not thy reason and thy sense
Doom'd as I am in solitude to waste

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Ease is the weary merchant's pray'r
Εἰκόνα τίς ταύτην

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Eldest-born of pow'rs divine!

Enamour'd, artless, young, on foreign ground

En, quæ prodigia, ex oris allata remotis
Ere God had built the mountains

Exalt me, Clio, to the skies

Fairest and foremost of the train, that wait

Fair Lady! whose harmonious name the Rhine.
False, cruel, disappointed, stung to th' heart
Farewell!-But not for ever, Hope replies
Farewell, dear scenes, for ever closed to me.
Farewell! endued with all that could engage
Farewell, false hearts! whose best affections fail
Far from the world, O LORD, I flee
Far happier are the dead, methinks, than they
Fierce passions discompose the mind

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Fond youth! who dream'st that hoarded gold

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Forc'd from home, and all its pleasures

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Fortune! I thank thee: gentle Goddess! thanks!

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Grant me the muse, ye Gods! whose humble flight

Greece, sound thy Homer's, Rome, thy Virgil's name

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Hackney'd in business, wearied at that oar
Hair, wax, rouge, honey, teeth, you buy

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Happy songster! perch'd above

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Hark, my soul! it is the LORD

Hark! 'tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge
Hastings! I knew thee young, and of a mind
Hast thou a friend? Thou hast indeed

Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion
Hayley, thy tenderness fraternal shown
Heal us, Emmanuel, here we are

Hear, LORD, the song of praise and pray'r
Hear what GOD the LORD hath spoken.
He came to him in the extasy of pray'r
He lives who lives to God alone
He who sits from day to day

Hence my epistle-skim the deep-fly o'er
Here, free from riot's hated noise

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Hope, like the short-liv'd ray that gleams awhile

How blest the youth whom Fate ordains

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How happy are the new-born race

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How many between East and West

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How quick the change from joy to woe.

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I am fond of the Swallow-I learn from her flight

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I am just two and two, I am warm, I am cold

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I am monarch of all I survey

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I could be well content, allow'd the use

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I have read the Review; it is learned and wise

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I own I am shock'd at the purchase of slaves

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If Gideon's fleece, which drench'd with dew he found

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In these sad hours, a prey to ceaseless pain.

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In this mimic form of a matron in years
In vain to live from age to age

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It is a maxim of much weight

In vain ye woo me to your harmless joys
Instead of a pound or two, spending a mint .
Israel in ancient days.

It flatters and deceives thy view

It is not from his form, in which we trace

Jealous, and with Love o'erflowing
Jesus, where'er thy people meet

Jesus, whose blood so freely stream'd
John Gilpin was a citizen.

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LORD, who hast suffer'd all for me
Love! if thy destin'd sacrifice am I
Love is the Lord whom I obey.

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Laurels may flourish round the conqu'ror's tomb

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Mary! I want a lyre with other strings.

Lusus amicitia est, uni nisi dedita, ceu fit

Madam, a stranger's purpose in these lays
Man, on the dubious waves of error toss'd
Maria, could Horace have guess'd
Maria! I have ev'ry good

Meles and Mincio, both your urns depress
Mercator, vigiles oculos ut fallere possit
Methinks I see thee decently array'd
Me too, perchance, in future days

Me to whatever state the Gods assign
Miltiades! thy valour best

Mortals! around your destin'd heads
Muse-Hide his name of whom I sing
My former hopes are fled

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My gentle Anne, whom heretofore
My GOD, how perfect are thy ways!

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My God! till I receiv'd thy stroke

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My halting Muse, that dragg'st by choice along

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My heart is easy, and my burthen light.

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My lids with grief were tumid yet.

My mother! if thou love me, name no more

My pens are all split, and my ink-glass is dry
My Rose, Gravina, blooms anew
My song shall bless the LORD of all
My soul is sad and much dismay'd.
My Spouse! in whose presence I live
My two-fold book! single in show
M. quarrels with N., for M. wrote a book
Mycilla dyes her locks 'tis said

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My name-my country-what are they to thee?

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No longer I follow a sound
No mischief worthier of our fear
No more shall hapless Celia's ears
No strength of Nature can suffice
None ever shar'd the social feast
Nor oils of balmy scent produce

Not a flow'r can be found in the fields

O God, whose favourable eye

O how I love thy holy word
O LORD, my best desire fulfil

O Love, of pure and heav'nly birth!
O Matutini rores, auræque salubres
O Sov'reign of an isle renown'd
Obscurest night involv'd the sky
Of all the gifts thine hand bestows
Oft we enhance our ills by discontent

Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot

Oh! for a closer walk with God

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness

Oh, happy shades-to me unblest!

Oh lov'd! but not enough-though dearer far

"Oh most delightful hour by man

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Oh that Pieria's spring would thro' my breast

Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd

Oh thou, by long experience tried

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One parson, one poet, one belman, one crier.
On the green margin of the brook

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Our good old friend is gone, gone to his rest

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Pay me my price, Potters! and I will sing

Perfida, crudelis, victa et lymphata furore
Pity, says the Theban Bard

Poets attempt the noblest task they can
Poor in my youth, and in life's later scenes
Poor Vestris, griev'd beyond all measure
Populeæ cecidit gratissima copia silvæ
Praise in old times the sage Prometheus won

Quæ lenta accedit, quam velox præterit hora!
Quales aërii montis de vertice nubes

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Rich, thou hadst many lovers-poor, hast none

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Romney! expert infallibly to trace

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Round Thurlow's head in early youth

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Says the pipe to the snuff-box, I can't understand
Say, ye apostate and profane

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See'st thou yon mountain laden with deep snow
See where the Thames, the purest stream

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