She ceas’d; then godlike Hector a… (His various plumage sporting in t… ‘That post and all the rest shall… But shall I then forsake the unfi… How would the Trojans brand great…

Clouds do not always veil the skie… Nor showers immerse the verdant pl… Nor do the billows always rise, Or storms afflict the ruffled main… Nor, Valgius, on the Armenian sho…

Of the modern versifications of ancient legendary tales. - An impr… The tender infant, meek and mild, Fell down upon the stone: The nurse took p the squealing chi…

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…

Bright Stella, form’d for univers… Too well you know to keep the slav… When in your eyes resistless light… Awed into love our conquer’d heart… And yield reluctant to despotic sw…

1 When Learning’s trium… 2 First rear’d the stage, immo… 3 Each change of many-colour’d… 4 Exhausted worlds, and then i… 5 Existence saw him spurn her…

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…

When first the peasant, long incli… Forsakes his rural sports and peac… Pleas’d with the scene the smiling… He scorns the verdant meads and fl… Then dances jocund o’er the watery…

This tributary verse receive, my f… Warm with an ardent lover’s fondes… May this returning day for ever fi… Thy form more lovely, more adorn’d… All pains, all cares, may favourin…

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…

Written in Ridicule of Certain P… {of Thomas Warton} Published in 1… Wheresoe’er I turn my view, All is strange, yet nothing new; Endless labour all along,

Behold, my fair, where’er we rove, What dreary prospects round us ris… The naked hill, the leafless grove… The hoary ground, the frowning ski… Nor only through the wasted plain,

What hopes - what terrors does thi… Ambiguous emblem of uncertain fate… The myrtle (ensign of supreme comm… Consign’d to Venus by Melissa’s h… Not less capricious than a reignin…