Jesus! whose blood so freely strea… To satisfy the law’s demand; By Thee from guilt and wrath rede… Before the Father’s face I stand. To reconcile offending man,

Lady! It cannot be, but that thin… Must be my sun, such radiance they… And strike me ev’n as Phoebus him… Through torrid Libya’s sandy dese… Meantime, on that side steamy vapo…

Oft we embrace our ills by discont… And give them bulk beyond what nat… A parent, brother, friend deceased… ‘He’s dead indeed, but he was born… Such temperate grief is suited to…

The works of ancient bards divine, Aulus, thou scorn’st to read; And should posterity read thine, It would be strange indeed! When little more than boy in age,

Love is the Lord whom I obey, Whose will transported I perform; The centre of my rest, my stay, Love’s all in all to me, myself a… For uncreated charms I burn,

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…

To be remembered thus is fame, And in the first degree; And did the few like her the same, The press might sleep for me. So Homer, in the memory stored

She came—she is gone—we have met— And meet perhaps never again; The sun of that moment is set, And seems to have risen in vain. Catharina has fled like a dream

I place an offering at thy shrine, From taint and blemish clear, Simple and pure in its design, Of all that I hold dear. I yield thee back thy gifts again,

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…

An Oyster, cast upon the shore, Was heard, though never heard befo… Complaining in a speech well worde… And worthy thus to be recorded:— Ah, hapless wretch! condemn’d to d…

A Nightingale that all day long Had cheered the village with his s… Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might,

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…

Whence it is, that amazed I hear From yonder withered spray, This foremost morn of all the year… The melody of May? And why, since thousands would be…

Happy songster, perch’d above, On the summit of the grove, Whom a dewdrop cheers to sing With the freedom of a king, From thy perch survey the fields