O! it is pleasant with a heart at… Just after sunset, or by moonlight… To make the shifting clouds be wha… Or let the easily persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing f…

Tho’ veiled in spires of myrtle-wr… Love is a sword that cuts its shea… And thro’ the clefts, itself has m… We spy the flashes of the Blade! But thro’ the clefts, itself has m…

Friend of the Wise! and Teacher o… Into my heart have I received tha… More than historic, that prophetic… Wherein (high theme by thee first… Of the foundations and the buildin…

Unchanged within, to see all chang… Is a blank lot and hard to bear, n… Yet why at others’ Wanings should… Then only might’st thou feel a jus… Hadst thou withheld thy love or hi…

Come, come thou bleak December wi… And blow the dry leaves from the t… Flash, like a Love—thought, thro’… And take a Life that wearies me.

All look and likeness caught from… All accident of kin and birth, Had pass’d away. There was no tra… Of aught on that illumined face, Uprais’d beneath the rifted stone

When Hope but made Tranquillity b… A Flight of Hopes for ever on the… But made Tranquillity a conscious… And wheeling round and round in sp… Fann’d the calm air upon the brow…

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, God grant me grace my prayers to s… O God! preserve my mother dear In strength and health for many a… And, O! preserve my father too,

Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot’s… I mock thy worth—Friend of the hu… Since scorning Faction’s low and… Aloof thou wendest in thy stately… Thyself redeeming from that leprou…

Cupid, if storying legends tell ar… Once framed a rich elixer of delig… A chalice o’er love-kindled flames… And in it nectar and ambrosia mixe… With these the magic dews which ev…

Though friendships differ endless… The sorts, methinks, may be reduc… Ac quaintance many, and Con quai… But for In quaintance I know onl… The friend I’ve mourned with, and…

Tranquillity! thou better name Than all the family of Fame! Thou ne’er wilt leave my riper age To low intrigue, or factious rage; For oh! dear child of thoughtful…

Thou gentle Look, that didst my s… Why hast thou left me? Still in s… Revisit my sad heart, auspicious… As falls on closing flowers the lu… What time, in sickly mood, at part…

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees ; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose,