Now, by the cool, declining year c… Descend the copious exhalations, c… As up the middle sky unseen they s… And roll the doubling fogs around… No more the mountain, horrid, vast…

Tell me, thou soul of her I love, Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled… To what delightful world above, Appointed for the happy dead? Or dost thou, free, at pleasure, r…

Come, gentle Venus! and assuage A warring world, a bleeding age. For nature lives beneath thy ray, The wintry tempests haste away, A lucid calm invests the sea,

Now, Chatto, you’re a dreary plac… Pale sorrow broods on ilka face; Therburn has run his race. And now, and now, ah me, alas! The carl lies dead.

Oh! knew he but his happiness, of… The happiest he, who, far from pub… Deep in the vale, with a choice fe… Drinks the pure pleasures of the r… What though the dome be wanting, w…

From those eternal regions bright, Where suns, that never set in nigh… Diffuse the golden day; Where Spring, unfading, pours aro… O’er all the dew-impearled ground,

Ye fabled Muses, I your aid discl… Your airy raptures, and your fanci… True genuine woe my throbbing brea… Love prompts my lays, and filial d… My soul springs instant at the war…

GIVE a man a horse he can ride,    Give a man a boat he can sail; And his rank and wealth, his stren…    On sea nor shore shall fail. Give a man a pipe he can smoke,

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…

In one diffusive band, They drive the troubled flocks, by… Compell’d to where the mazy-runnin… Forms a deep pool; this bank abrup… And that fair-spreading in a pebbl…

As thus the patient dam assiduous… Not to be tempted from her tender… Or by sharp hunger, or by smooth d… Tho’ the whole loosen’d spring aro… Her sympathising partner takes his…

Ah, urged too late! from beauty’s… Why did I trust my liberty with t… And thou, why didst thou, with inh… If not resolved to take, seduce my… Yes, yes, you said, for lovers’ ey…

See where the winding vale its lav… Irriguous, spreads. See, how the… The latent rill, scarce oozing thr… In fair profusion, decks. Long le… Where the breeze blows from yon ex…

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,

Come, dear Amanda, quit the town, And to the rural hamlets fly; Behold! the wintry storms are gone… A gentle radiance glads the sky. The birds awake, the flowers appea…