Thracian parents, at his birth, Mourn their babe with many a tear, But, with undissembled mirth, Place him breathless on his bier. Greece and Rome, with equal score…

I am fond of the swallow—I learn… Had I skill to improve it, a less… How seldom on earth do we see her… She dwells in the skies, she is ev… It is on the wing that she takes h…

Far happier are the dead, methinks… Who look for death, and fear it ev…

A raven, while with glossy breast Her new-laid eggs she fondly press… And, on her wicker-work high mount… Her chickens prematurely counted (A fault philosophers might blame,

To tell the Saviour all my wants, How pleasing is the task! Nor less to praise Him when He gr… Beyond what I can ask. My laboring spirit vainly seeks

In vain to live from age to age While modern bards endeavour, I write my name in Patty’s page, And gain my point for ever.

To purify their wine some people b… A lamb into the barrel, and succee… No nostrum, planters say, is half… To make fine sugar, as a negro’s b… Now lambs and negroes both are har…

All are indebted much to thee, But I far more than all, From many a deadly snare set free, And raised from many a fall. Overwhelm me, from above,

To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl; ’Tis water makes the willow thrive… And grace that feeds the soul. The Lord’s unsparing hand

Beware, my friend! of crystal broo… Or fountain, lest that hideous hoo… Thy nose, thou chance to see; Narcissus’ fate would then be thin… And self-detested thou wouldst pin…

Obscurest night involv’d the sky, Th’ Atlantic billows roar’d, When such a destin’d wretch as I, Wash’d headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft…

With seeds and birdlime, from the… Eumelus gather’d free, though scan… No lordly patron’s hand he deign’d… Nor luxury knew, save liberty, nor… Thrice thirty years he lived, and…

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…

Gracious Lord, our children see, By Thy mercy we are free; But shall these, alas! remain Subjects still of Satan’s reign? Israel’s young ones, when of old

Israel in ancient days Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learn’d the Gospel too; The types and figures were a glass…