Escaped the gloom of mortal life,… Here leaves its mouldering tenemen… Safe where no cares their whelming… No doubts bewilder, and no hopes b… Like thee, I once have stemm’d th…

Ah! who can tell how hard it is to… The steep where Fame’s proud temp… Ah! who can tell how many a soul s… Hath felt the influence of maligna… And wag’d with Fortune an eternal…

Of chance or change O let not man… Else shall he never never cease to… For, from the imperial dome, to wh… Rears the lone cottage in the sile… All feel the assault of fortune’s…

Bufo, begone! with thee may Facti… That hatch’d thy salamander-fame,… Fame, dirty idol of the brainless… What half-made moon-calf can mista… Since shared by knaves of high and…

O how canst thou renounce the boun… Of charms which Nature to her vot… The warbling woodland, the resound… The pomp of groves, and garniture… All that the genial ray of morning…

Blow, blow, thou vernal gale! Thy balm will not avail To ease my aching breast; Though thou the billows smooth, Thy murmurs cannot soothe

’Tis night, and the landscape is l… I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mou… For morn is approaching, your char… Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and… Nor yet for the ravage of winter…

Still, shall unthinking man substa… The forms that fleet through life’… On clouds, where Fancy’s beam amu… Shall heedless Hope the towering… Till at Death’s touch the fairy v…

I was a friend, On this sad stone… Nor uninstructed read this tale of… And while the sigh of sorrow heave… Let each rebellious murmur be supp… Heaven’s hidden ways to trace, for…

Tir’d with the busy crouds, that a… Impatient throng where Folly’s al… My languid powers dissolve with qu… Till genial Sleep repair the sink… Hail kind Reviver! that canst lul…

Yes, yes, I grant the sons of ear… Are doom’d to trouble from their b… We all of sorrow have our share; But say, is yours without compare? Look round the world; perhaps you’…

‘O ye wild groves, oh, where is no… (The muse interprets thus his tend… Your flowers, your verdure, and yo… Of late so grateful in the hour of… Why do the birds, that song and ra…

Tired with the busy crowds, that a… Impatient throng where Folly’s al… My languid powers dissolve with qu… Till genial Sleep repair the sink… Hail, kind reviver! that canst lul…

LIKE thee I once have stemm’d th… Like thee have languish’d after em… Like thee have labour’d in the sto… Been grieved for trifles, and amus… Forget my frailties; thou art also…

Memory, be still! why throng upon… These scenes deep-stain’d with So… Hast thou in store no joy-illumine… To cheer bewilder’d Fancy’s tearf… Yes—from afar a landscape seems to…