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! 485 277 317 489 474 279 555 And dwells there in a female heart 285 As on a hill-top rude, when closing day 621 As one who, long in thickets and in brakes 164 As yet a stranger to the gentle fires 595 Ask what is human life-the sage replies 59 At length, my friend, the far-sent letters come Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose 308 Bewail not much, my parents! me, the prey 565 Beware, my friend! of crystal brook 571 Beware of building! I intended 636 Bid adieu, my sad heart, bid adieu to thy peace 278 PAGE Charles-and I say it wond'ring-thou must know 622 Charon! receive a family on board. 566 Christina, maiden of heroic mien ! 599 Close by the threshold of a door nail'd fast 340 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 Cowper, whose silver voice, task'd sometimes hard Cum tot sustineant reges et tanta, neque ulla Dear Anna-between friend and friend Dear President, whose art sublime. 630 292 299 563 405 366 633 377 624 335 424 360 460 324 271 569 Did not my muse (what can she less?) 270 272 284 Ease is the weary merchant's pray'r 530 Eldest-born of pow'rs divine! Enamour'd, artless, young, on foreign ground En, quæ prodigia, ex oris allata remotis Exalt me, Clio, to the skies Fairest and foremost of the train, that wait Fair Lady! whose harmonious name the Rhine. 580 76 621 305 562 357 463 570 445 Fond youth! who dream'st that hoarded gold 569 Forc'd from home, and all its pleasures 371 Fortune! I thank thee: gentle Goddess! thanks! Grant me the muse, ye Gods! whose humble flight Greece, sound thy Homer's, Rome, thy Virgil's name 579 Hackney'd in business, wearied at that oar 109 571 Happy songster! perch'd above 568 Hark, my soul! it is the LORD Hark! 'tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion Hear, LORD, the song of praise and pray'r Hence my epistle-skim the deep-fly o'er PAGE 444 182 416 570 289 416 434 477 439 370 368 587 421 Hope, like the short-liv'd ray that gleams awhile How blest the youth whom Fate ordains How happy are the new-born race 493 How many between East and West 337 How quick the change from joy to woe. 278 I am fond of the Swallow-I learn from her flight 484 I am just two and two, I am warm, I am cold 628 I am monarch of all I survey 311 I could be well content, allow'd the use 405 I have read the Review; it is learned and wise I own I am shock'd at the purchase of slaves If Gideon's fleece, which drench'd with dew he found 422 In these sad hours, a prey to ceaseless pain. 280 PAGE In this mimic form of a matron in years 558 633 It is a maxim of much weight In vain ye woo me to your harmless joys It flatters and deceives thy view It is not from his form, in which we trace Jealous, and with Love o'erflowing Jesus, whose blood so freely stream'd 500 636 445 571 632 242 500 450 436 346 LORD, who hast suffer'd all for me 294 422 623 Laurels may flourish round the conqu'ror's tomb 407 599 631 547 513 290 465 461 496 495 Mary! I want a lyre with other strings. Lusus amicitia est, uni nisi dedita, ceu fit Madam, a stranger's purpose in these lays Meles and Mincio, both your urns depress Me to whatever state the Gods assign Mortals! around your destin'd heads 575 327 31 393 364 421 579 574 629 398 281 565 268 391 453 My gentle Anne, whom heretofore 420 440 My God! till I receiv'd thy stroke 440 My halting Muse, that dragg'st by choice along 608 My heart is easy, and my burthen light. 490 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 name-my country-what are they to thee? 635 636 449 458 489 619 626 571 598 512 No longer I follow a sound Not a flow'r can be found in the fields O God, whose favourable eye O how I love thy holy word O Love, of pure and heav'nly birth! 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 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 PAGE 354 570 265 468 553 569 557 470 456 461 491 314 390 431 474 572 307 433 146 292 497 367 605 394 492 One parson, one poet, one belman, one crier. Our good old friend is gone, gone to his rest Pay me my price, Potters! and I will sing Perfida, crudelis, victa et lymphata furore Poets attempt the noblest task they can Quæ lenta accedit, quam velox præterit hora! 573 501 305 572 345 399 Rich, thou hadst many lovers-poor, hast none 567 Romney! expert infallibly to trace 419 Round Thurlow's head in early youth 297 Says the pipe to the snuff-box, I can't understand See'st thou yon mountain laden with deep snow 529 275 |