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O Phoebus! down the western sky, Far hence diffuse thy burning ray, Thy light to distant worlds supply… And wake them to the cares of day. Come, gentle Eve, the friend of c…
Alas! with swift and silent pace, Impatient time rolls on the year; The Seasons change, and Nature’s… Now sweetly smiles, now frowns sev… ’Twas Spring, ’twas Summer, all w…
Grown old in courts, thou art not… Who keeps the rigid rules of ancie… Well skill’d to soothe a foe with… To sink the fatal precipice before… And then lament his fall with seem…
O Thou! whose power o’er moving w… Whose voice created, and whose wis… On darkling man in pure effulgence… And cheer the clouded mind with li… ’Tis thine alone to calm the pious…
The man, my friend, whose consciou… With virtue’s sacred ardour glows, Nor taints with death the envenom’… Nor needs the guard of Moorish bo… Though Scythia’s icy cliffs he tr…
CITY of God, how broad and far Outspread thy walls sublime! The true thy chartered freemen are… Of every age and clime. One holy Church, one army strong,
Stern Winter now, by Spring repre… Forbears the long-continued strife… And Nature, on her naked breast, Delights to catch the gales of lif… Now o’er the rural kingdom roves,
Though countless as the grains of… That roll at Eurus’ loud command; Though countless as the lamps of n… That glad us with vicarious light; Fair plenty, gracious queen, shoul…
The Electrician Long hast thou borne the burden of… Thy task is ended, venerable Grey… No more shall art thy dexterous ha… To break the sleep of elemental fi…
To Stella: Whether Stella’s eyes are found Fix’d on earth or glancing round, If her face with pleasure glow, If she sigh at others’ woe,
Friendship! peculiar boon of Heav… The noble mind’s delight and pride… To men and angels only given, To all the lower world denied. While love, unknown among the bles…
The man who pants for ample sway, Must bid his passions all obey; Must bid each wild desire be still… Nor yoke his reason with his will: For though beneath thy haughty bro…
Oft in danger, yet alive, We are come to thirty-five; Long may better years arrive, Better years than thirty-five. Could philosophers contrive
Madam, Long have I look’d my tablets o’e… And find I’ve much to thank you f… Outstanding debts beyond account, And new - who knows to what amount…
Though grief and fondness in my br… When injured Thales bids the town… Yet still my calmer thoughts his c… I praise the hermit, but regret th… Who now resolves, from vice and L…