’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…

One day the God of fond desire, On mischief bent, to Damon said, ‘Why not disclose your tender fire… Now own it to the lovely maid?’ The shepherd marked his treacherou…

From brightening fields of ether f… Child of the Sun, refulgent Summe… In pride of youth, and felt throug… He comes attended by the sultry H… And ever fanning breezes, on his w…

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…

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…

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…

Hail! Power Divine, who by thy so… From the dark empty space, Made the broad sea and solid land Smile with a heavenly grace. Made the high mountain and firm ro…

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…

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,

First Spirit. Hear, Alfred, father of the state… Thy genius Heaven’s high will dec… What proves the hero truly great, Is never, never to despair:

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…

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…

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…

Crown’d with the sickle and the wh… While Autumn, nodding o’er the ye… Comes jovial on; the Doric reed o… Well pleased, I tune. Whate’er th… Nitrous prepared; the various blos…

Let no presuming impious railer ta… Creative wisdom, as if aught was f… In vain, or not for admirable ends… Shall little haughty ignorance pro… His works unwise, of which the sma…