O Lord, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to Thy… And make Thy pleasure mine. Why whould I shrink at Thy comman…

Other stones the era tell, When some feeble mortal fell; I stand here to date the birth Of these hardy sons of earth. Which shall longest brave the sky,

As birds their infant brood protec… And spread their wings to shelter… Thus saith the Lord to His elect, ‘So will I guard Jerusalem.’ And what then is Jerusalem,

Oh loved! but not enough—though de… Than self and its most loved enjoy… None duly loves thee, but who, nob… From sensual objects, finds his al… Glory of God! thou stranger here…

(Isaiah, LVII.15) The Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mi… A contrite heart or no?

The twentieth year is well nigh pa… Since first our sky was overcast;— Ah would that this might be the la… My Mary! Thy spirits have a fainter flow,

Thy country, Wilberforce, with ju… Hears thee, by cruel men and impio… Fanatic, for thy zeal to loose th’… From exile, public sale, and slav’… Friend of the poor, the wrong’d, t…

Sleep at last has fled these eyes, Nor do I regret his flight, More alert my spirits rise, And my heart is free and light. Nature silent all around,

Delia, the unkindest girl on earth… When I besought the fair, That favour of intrinsic worth A ringlet of her hair, Refused that instant to comply

Oh fond attempt to give a deathles… To names ignoble, born to be forgo… In vain recorded in historic page, They court the notice of a future… Those twinkling tiny lustres of th…

Charon! receive a family on board Itself sufficient for thy crazy ya… Apollo and Diana, for a word By me too proudly spoken, slew us…

A Spartan 'scaping from the fight… His mother met him in his flight, Upheld a falchion to his breast, And thus the fugitive address’d: ‘Thou canst but live to blot with…

Two neighbours furiously dispute; A field—the subject of the suit. Trivial the spot, yet such the rag… With which the combatants engage, ’Twere hard to tell who covets mos…

Heu inimicitias quoties parit æmu… Quam raro pulchrae, pulchra placer… Sed fines ultrà solitos discordia… Cum flores ipsos bilis et ira move… Hortus ubi dulces præbet tacitosq…

I ransack’d for a theme of song, Much ancient chronicle, and long; I read of bright embattled fields, Of trophied helmets, spears, and s… Of chiefs, whose single arm could…