A Peasant to his lord yearly cour… Presenting pippins of so rich a so… That he, displeased to have a part… Removed the tree, that all might b… The tree, too old to travel, thoug…

Farewell! endued with all that cou… All hearts to love thee, both in y… In prime of life, for sprightlines… Among the gay, yet virtuous as the… In life’s last stage, (O blessing…

’Tis my happiness below Not to live without the cross, But the Saviour’s power to know, Sanctifying every loss; Trials must and will befall;

’Tis morning; and the sun, with ru… Ascending, fires th’ horizon: whil… That crowd away before the driving… More ardent as the disk emerges mo… Resemble most some city in a blaze…

While thirteen moons saw smoothly… The Nen’s barge-laden wave, All these, life’s rambling journey… Have found their home, the grave. Was man (frail always) made more f…

Kinsman beloved, and as a son by m… When I behold this fruit of thy r… The sculptured form of my old favo… I reverence feel for him, and love… Joy too and grief. Much joy that…

Pay me my price, potters! and I w… Attend, O Pallas! and with lifted… Protect their oven; let the cups a… The sacred vessels black well, and… With good success, yield them both…

Pity, says the Theban bard, From my wishes I discard; Envy, let me rather be, Rather far, a theme for thee. Pity to distress is shown.

A Spartan, his companion slain, Alone from battle fled; His mother, kindling with disdain That she had borne him, struck him… For courage, and not birth alone,

To Jesus, the crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone; O bear me, ye cherubim, up, And waft me away to His throne! My Saviour, whom absent I love,

Peace has unveiled her smiling fac… And wooes thy soul to her embrace, Enjoyed with ease, if thou refrain From earthly love, else sought in… She dwells with all who truth pref…

Thus Italy was moved—nor did the… Æneas in his mind less tumult feel… On every side his anxious thought… Restless, unfix’d, not knowing whi… And as a cistern that in brim of b…

At threescore winters’ end I died A cheerless being sole and sad; The nuptial knot I never tied, And wish my father never had.

Wilds horrid and dark with o’er sh… Rocks that ivy and briers infold, Scenes nature with dread and aston… But I with a pleasure untold; Though awfully silent, and shaggy,…

I was a grovelling creature once, And basely cleaved to earth: I wanted spirit to renounce The clod that gave me birth. But God hath breathed upon a worm…