Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mil… And from the bosom of yon dropping… While music wakes around, veil’d i… Of shadowing roses, on our plains… O Hertford, fitted or to shine in…

If those who live in shepherd’s bo… Press not the rich and stately bed… The new-mown hay and breathing flo… A softer couch beneath them spread… If those who sit at shepherd’s boa…

It was a sad, ay ’twas a sad farew… I still afresh the pangs of partin… Against my breast my heart impatie… And in deep sighs bemoan’d its cru… Thus with the object of my love to…

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…

The hoop, the darling justly of th… Of every generous swain deserves t… It is unmanly to desert the weak, ‘Twould urge a stone, if possible,… To hear stanch hypocrites bawl out…

While in heroic numbers some relat… The amazing turns of wise eternal… Exploits of heroes in the dusty fi… That to their name immortal honour… Grant me, ye powers, by the limpid…

When from the opening chambers of… The morning springs, in thousand l… The early larks their morning trib… And, in shrill notes, salute the b… Refreshed fields with pearly dew d…

Soon as the morning trembles o’er… And unperceived, unfolds the sprea… Before the ripen’d field the reape… In fair array. At once they stoop and swell the l…

The wanton’s charms, however brigh… Are like the false illusive light Whose flattering unauspicious blaz… To precipices oft betrays: But that sweet ray your beauties 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,

’Tis done! dread winter spreads it… And reigns tremendous o’er the con… How dead the vegetable kingdom lie… How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide… His desolate domain. Behold, fond…

Moist, bright, and green, the land… Full swell the woods; their every… Mix’d in wild concert, with the wa… Increased, the distant bleatings o… And hollow lows responsive from th…

Shall the great soul of Newton qu… To mingle with his stars; and ever… Astonish’d into silence, shun the… Of honours due to his illustrious… But what can man?—Even now the so…

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…

When last we parted, thou wert you… How beautiful let fond remembrance… Alas! since then old time has stol… Full thirty years, leaving my temp… So has it perished like a thing of…