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... England, with all thy faults, I l… My country! and, while yet a nook… Where English minds and manners m… Shall be constrain’d to love thee.…
The Lord receives his highest pra… From humble minds and hearts since… While all the loud professor says Offends the righteous Judge’s ear… To walk as children of the day,
Hatred and vengeance, my eternal p… Scarce can endure delay of executi… Wait, with impatient readiness, to… Soul in a moment. Damned below Judas:more abhorred…
To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl; ’Tis water makes the willow thrive… And grace that feeds the soul. The Lord’s unsparing hand
“Me too, perchance, in future days… The sculptured stone shall show, With Paphian myrtle or with bays Parnassian on my brow. But I, or e’er that season come,
In these sad hours, a prey to ceas… While feverish pulses leap in ever… When each faint breath the last sh… Of life just parting from my feebl… How wild soe’er my wandering thoug…
Androcles, from his injured lord,… Of instant death, to Lybia’s dese… Tired with his toilsome flight, an… He spied at length a cavern’s cool… But scarce had given to rest his w…
The swallows in their torpid state Compose their useless wing, And bees in hives as idly wait The call of early spring. The keenest frost that binds the s…
Fairest and foremost of the train… On man’s most dignified and happie… Whether we name thee Charity or L… Chief grace below, and all in all… Prosper (I press thee with a powe…
God of my life, to Thee I call, Afflicted at Thy feet I fall; When the great water-floods prevai… Leave not my trembling heart to fa… Friend of the friendless and the f…
... Thou know’st my praise of nature m… And that my raptures are not conju… To serve occasions of poetic pomp, But genuine, and art partner of th…
Lord, my soul with pleasure spring… When Jesu’s name I hear: And when God the Spirit brings The word of promise near: Beauties too, in holiness,
Hair, wax, rouge, honey, teeth you… A multifarious store! A mask at once would all supply Nor would it cost you more.
A. You told me, I remember, glory… On selfish principles, is shame an… The deeds that men admire as half… Stark naught, because corrupt in t… Strange doctrine this! that withou…
Seest thou yon mountain laden with… The groves beneath their fleecy bu… The streams congeal’d, forget to f… Come, thaw the cold, and lay a che… Of fuel on the hearth;