Our bard, to modern epilogue a foe… Thinks such mean mirth but deadens… Dispels in idle air the moral sigh… And wipes the tender tear from Pi… No more with social warmth the bos…

Cramm’d to the throat with wholeso… Alas! poor audience! you have had… Was ever hapless heroine of a play In such a piteous plight as ours t… Was ever woman so by love betray’d…

THE wine of Love is music,    And the feast of Love is so… And when Love sits down to the ba…    Love sits long: Sits long and arises drunken,

SEE! Winter comes, to rule the v… Vapours, and Clouds, and Storms:… These, that exalt the Soul to sol… And heavenly musing. Welcome kind… Wish’d, wint’ry, Horrors, hail! -…

O thou, whose tender serious eyes Expressive speak the mind I love; The gentle azure of the skies, The pensive shadows of the grove; O mix their beauteous beams with m…

Hail, mildly pleasing solitude, Companion of the wise and good; But, from whose holy, piercing eye… The herd of fools, and villains fl… Oh! how I love with thee to walk,

Go, little book, and find our Fri… Who Nature and the Muses loves, Who cares the public virtues blend With all the softness of the grove… A fitter time thou canst not choos…

Feather’d lyric, warbling high, Sweetly gaining on the sky, Op’ning with thy matin lay (Nature’s hymn) the eye of day, Teach my soul, on early wing,

The stag, too, singled from the he… He ranged, the branching monarch o… Before the tempest drives. At fir… He, sprightly, puts his faith, and… Gives all his swift aerial soul to…

He’s not the happy man, to whom is… A plenteous fortune by indulgent… Whose gilded roofs on shining colu… And painted walls enchant the gaze… Whose table flows with hospitable…

O Nature! all-sufficient! over al… Enrich me with the knowledge of T… Snatch me to heaven; Thy rolling… World beyond world, in infinite ex… Profusely scatter’d o’er the void…

By Rufus’ hall, where Thames poll… Provoked, the Genius of the river… And thus exclaimed: 'Have I, ye… Have I for ages laved your fertil… Given herds, and flocks, and villa…

Oh, could I draw, my friend, thy… Just as the living forms by thee d… Of Raphael’s figures none should… Nor Titian’s colours longer last… A mind in wisdom old, in lenience…

Madam, the flower that I received… Ere I came home, had lost its lov… As flowers deprived of the genial… Its sprightly bloom did wither and… Dear, fading flower, I know full…

In lowly dale, fast by a river’s s… With woody hill o’er hill encompas… A most enchanting wizard did abide… Than whom a fiend more fell is now… It was, I ween, a lovely spot of…