Fond youth! who dream’st that hoar… Is needful not alone to pay For all thy various items sold, To serve the wants of every day; Bread, vinegar, and oil, and meat,

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,

Attic maid! with honey fed, Bear’st thou to thy callow brood Yonder locust from the mead, Destined their delicious food? Ye have kindred voices clear,

Charles—and I say it wond’ring—th… That I who once assum’d a scornfu… And scoff’d at love, am fallen in… (Full many an upright man has fall… Yet think me not thus dazzled by t…

Say, ye apostate and profane, Wretches, who blush not to disdain Allegiance to your God,— Did e’er your idly wasted love Of virtue for her sake remove

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…

Mycilla dyes her locks, ’tis said: But ’tis a foul aspersion; She buys them black; they therefor… No subsequent immersion.

Ah! reign, wherever man is found! My spouse, beloved and divine! Then I am rich, and I abound, When every human heart is thine. A thousand sorrows pierce my soul,

As in her ancient mistress’ lap The youthful tabby lay, They gave each other many a tap, Alike disposed to play. But strife ensues. Puss waxes war…

Another Leonora once inspir’d Tasso, with fatal love to frenzy f… But how much happier, liv’d he now… Pierced with whatever pangs for lo… Since could he hear that heavenly…

When the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country’s gods, Sage beneath a spreading oak

Thankless for favours from on high… Man thinks he fades too soon; Though ’tis his privilege to die, Would he improve the boon. But he, not wise enough to scan

Time, never wand’ring from his ann… Bids Zephyr breathe the Spring, a… Bleak Winter flies, new verdure c… And earth assumes her transient yo… Dream I, or also to the Spring be…

Mortals! around your destined head… Thick fly the shafts of death, And lo! the savage spoiler spreads A thousand toils beneath. In vain we trifle with our fate,

(Jeremiah, XXIII.6) My God, how perfect are Thy ways! But mine polluted are; Sin twines itself about my praise, And slides into my prayer.