Hail native Language, that by sinews we… Didst move my first endeavouring tongue… And mad’st imperfect words with childish… Half unpronounc’t, slide through my infa… Driving dum silence from the portal dore…

SONG1- Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph that liv’st… - Within thy airy shell -

Mean while the new—baptiz’d, who yet rem… At Jordan with the Baptist, and had see… Him whom they heard so late expresly cal… Jesus Messiah Son of God declar’d, And on that high Authority had believ’d…

How lovely are thy dwellings fair! O Lord of Hoasts, how dear The pleasant Tabernacles are! Where thou do’st dwell so near. My Soul doth long and almost die

It was the winter wild, While the heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies… Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim,

Samson. A little onward lend thy guidin… To these dark steps, a little further on… For yonder bank hath choice of sun or sh… There I am wont to sit, when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toil…

I did but prompt the age to quit their c… By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a barbarous noise environs… Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and do… As when those hinds that were transforme…

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of… Stol’n on his wing my three—and—twentiet… My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom she… Perhaps my semblance might deceive the t…

Thy gracious ear, O Lord, encline, O hear me I thee pray, For I am poor, and almost pine With need, and sad decay. Preserve my soul, for *I have trod…

Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter’d saints,… Lie scatter’d on the Alpine mountains c… Ev’n them who kept thy truth so pure of… When all our fathers worshipp’d stocks a… Forget not: in thy book record their gro…

Daughter to that good Earl, once Presid… Of Englands Counsel, and her Treasury, Who liv’d in both, unstain’d with gold o… And left them both, more in himself cont… Till the sad breaking of that Parlament

Here lies old Hobson, Death hath broke… And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt… Or els the ways being foul, twenty to on… He’s here stuck in a slough, and overthr… ’Twas such a shifter, that if truth were…

Lord God that dost me save and keep, All day to thee I cry; And all night long, before thee weep Before thee prostrate lie. Into thy presence let my praier