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Come, gentle God of soft desire, Come and possess my happy breast, Not fury-like in flames and fire, Or frantic folly’s wildness dresse… But come in friendship’s angel-gui…
Ethereal race, inhabitants of air, Who hymn your god amid the secret… Ye unseen beings, to my harp repai… And raise majestic strains, or mel… Those tender notes, how kindly the…
Thir. Say, tell me true, what is the dol… That Corydon is not the man he wa… Your cheerful presence used to lig… And from the plains to banish gloo…
When Britain first, at Heaven’s c… Arose from out the azure main; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this stra… “Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
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…
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…
* 1. Fareweel, ye bughts, an’ all yo… An’ fields whare bIoomin’ heather… Nae mair the sportin’ lambs I’ll… Since my true love’s forsaken me.
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…
’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…
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…
See! Winter comes, to rule the va… Sullen, and sad; with all his risi… Vapours, and Clouds, and Storms:… These, that exalt the Soul to sol… And heavenly musing. Welcome kind…
For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prov… An unrelenting foe to love, And when we meet a mutual heart Come in between, and bid us part; Bid us on from day to day,
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…
I loathe, O Lord, this life below… And all its fading fleeting joys; ’Tis a short space that’s fill’d w… Which all our bliss by far outweig… When will the everlasting morn
Beauty deserves the homage of the… Shall mine, rebellious, the dear t… No; while my breast respires the v… Wholly I am devoted to the fair. Beauty I’ll sing in my sublimest…