#Welsh
Almightie Judge, how shall poore… Thy dreadfull look, Able a heart of iron to appall, When thou shalt call For ev’ry man’s peculiar book?
Oh Book! infinite sweetness! let… Suck ev’ry letter, and a honey gai… Precious for any grief in any part… To clear the breast, to mollify al… Thou art all health, health thrivi…
O blessed body! Whither are thou… No lodging for thee, but a cold ha… So many hearts on earth, and yet n… Receive thee? Sure there is room within our hear…
To write a verse or two is all the… That I can raise: Mend my estate in any ways, Thou shalt have more. I go to Church; help me to wings,…
Lord, with what care hast Thou be… Parents first season us; then scho… Deliver us to laws; –they send us… To rules of reason, holy messenger… Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow doggi…
Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever… Take up thine eyes, which feed on… Unfold thy forehead, gathered into… Thy Saviour comes, and with Him m… Awake, awake,
My God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately hab… But he that means to dwell therein… What house more stately hath there… Or can be, than is Man? to whose…
I threatened to observe the strict… Of my deare God with all my power… But I was told by one, ‘It could… Yet I might trust in God to be my… ‘Then will I trust,’ said I, ‘in…
Lord, Who createdst man in wealth… Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore:
Immortal Heat, O let thy greater… Attract the lesser to it: let thos… Which shall consume the world, fir… And kindle in our hearts such true… As may consume our lusts, and make…
O do not use me After my sins! look not on my dess… But on your glory! Then you will… And not refuse me: for you only ar… The mighty God, but I a silly wor…
Immortal love, authour of this gre… Sprung from that beautie which can… How hath man parcel’d out thy gl… And thrown it on that dust which t… While mortall love doth all the ti…
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so br… The bridal of the earth and sky: The dew shall weep thy fall tonigh… For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and b…
The fleet astronomer can bore And thread the spheres with his qu… He views theirs stations, walks fr… Surveys, as if he had designed To make a purchase there: he sees…
I made a posie, while the day ran… Here will I smell my remnant out,… My life within this band. But time did becken to the flowers… By noon most cunningly did steal a…