Since life in sorrow must be spent… So be it—I am well content, And meekly wait my last remove, Seeking only growth in love. No bliss I seek, but to fulfil

A noble theme demands a noble vers… In such I thank you for your fine… The barrel was magnificently large… But, being sent to Olney at free… Was not inserted in the driver’s l…

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

The shepherd touch’d his reed; swe… Essay’d, and oft essay’d to catch… And treasuring, as on her ear they… The numbers, echo’d note for note… The peevish youth, who ne’er had f…

He lives who lives to God alone, And all are dead beside; For other source than God is none Whence life can be supplied. To live to God is to requite

Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, While meaner things whom instinct… Are rarely known to stray. One silent eve I wandered late,

Trust me the meed of praise, dealt… From the nice scale of judgement,… Than does the lavish and o’erbeari… Of profuse courtesy. Not all the… Of India’s richest soil at random…

Hark! ’tis the twanging horn! O’e… That with its wearisome but needfu… Bestrides the wintry flood, in whi… Sees her unwrinkled face reflected… He comes, the herald of a noisy wo…

(Phillipians, IV.11) Fierce passions discompose the min… As tempests vex the sea, But calm, content and peace we fin… When, Lord, we turn to Thee.

Sin has undone our wretched race; But Jesus has restored, And brought the sinner face to fac… With his forgiving Lord. This we repeat from year to year

Hast thou a friend? thou hast inde… A rich and large supply. Treasure to serve your every need, Well managed, till you die.

My song shall bless the Lord of a… My praise shall climb to His abod… Thee, Saviour, by that name I cal… The great Supreme, the mighty God… Without beginning or decline,

Maria, could Horace have guessed What honour awaited his ode To his little volume addressed, The honour which you have bestowed… Who have traced it in characters h…

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,

The Saviour, what a noble flame Was kindled in his breast, When hasting to Jerusalem, He march’d before the rest. Good will to men, and zeal for Go…