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ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour’… Assist my labours, and my strains… In smoothest numbers pour the note… For bright Aurora now demands my… Aurora hail, and all the thousand…
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pa… Taught my benighted soul to unders… That there’s a God, that there’s… Once I redemption neither sought… Some view our sable race with scor…
Hail, happy day, when, smiling lik… Fair Freedom rose New—England to… The northern clime beneath her gen… Dartmouth, congratulates thy bliss… Elate with hope her race no longer…
TO show the lab’ring bosom’s deep… And thought in living characters t… When first thy pencil did those be… And breathing figures learnt from… How did those prospects give my so…
SAY, muse divine, can hostile sce… The warrior’s bosom in the fields… Lo! here the christian and the her… With mutual grace to form the man… In H———D see with pleasure and su…
While an intrinsic ardor prompts t… The muses promise to assist my pen… ‘Twas not long since I left my na… The land of errors, and Egyptian… Father of mercy, ’twas thy graciou…
HAIL, happy saint, on thine immo… Possest of glory, life, and bliss… We hear no more the music of thy t… Thy wonted auditories cease to thr… Thy sermons in unequall’d accents…
Apollo’s wrath to man the dreadful… Of ills innum’rous, tuneful goddes… Thou who did’st first th’ ideal pe… And taught’st the painter in his w… Inspire with glowing energy of tho…
Soon as the sun forsook the easter… The pealing thunder shook the heav… Majestic grandeur! From the zephy… Exhales the incense of the bloomin… Soft purl the streams, the birds r…
HAIL, happy day, when, smiling l… Fair Freedom rose New—England to… The northern clime beneath her gen… Dartmouth, congratulates thy bliss… Elate with hope her race no longer…
O thou bright jewel in my aim I s… To comprehend thee. Thine own wor… Wisdom is higher than a fool can r… I cease to wonder, and no more att… Thine height t’explore, or fathom…
No more the flow’ry scenes of plea… Nor charming prospects greet the m… No more with joy we view that love… Smiling, disportive, flush’d with… The tear of sorrow flows from ev’r…
Arise, my soul, on wings enraptur’… To praise the monarch of the earth… Whose goodness and benificence app… As round its centre moves the roll… Or when the morning glows with ros…
MAECENAS, you, beneath the myr… Read o’er what poets sung, and she… What felt those poets but you feel… Does not your soul possess the sac… Their noble strains your equal gen…