Ah, how the Human Mind wearies he… With her own wand’rings, and, invo… Impenetrable, speculates amiss! Measuring, in her folly, things di… By human, laws inscrib’d on adaman…

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,

There is a fountain fill’d with bl… Drawn from Emmanuel’s veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that… Lose all their guilty stains. The dying thief rejoiced to see

The lover, in melodious verses, His singular distress rehearses; Still closing with a rueful cry, ‘Was ever such a wretch as I!’ Yes! thousands have endured before

This is the feast of heavenly wine… And God invites to sup; The juices of the living Vine Were press’d to fill the cup. Oh! bless the Saviour, ye that ea…

Dear Anna,—Between friend and fri… Prose answers every common end; Serves, in a plain and homely way, To express the occurrence of the d… Our health, the weather, and the n…

Beneath the hedge or near the stre… A worm is known to stray, That shows by night a lucid beam, Which disappears by day. Disputes have been and still preva…

Perfida, crudelis, victa et lympha… Non armis, laurum Gallia fraude p… Venalem pretio plebem conducit, et… Undique privatas patriciasque domo… Nequicquam conata su’, fœdissima s…

Still, still, without ceasing, I feel it increasing, This fervour of holy desire; And often exclaim, Let me die in the flame

Austin, accept a grateful verse fr… The poet’s treasure, no inglorious… Loved by the Muses, thy ingenuous… Pleasing requital in my verse may… Verse oft has dashed the scythe of…

Sweet bird, whom the winter constr… And seldom another it can— To seek a retreat while he reigns In the well-shelter’d dwellings of… Who never can seem to intrude,

Of all the gifts Thine hand besto… Thou Giver of all good! Not heaven itself a richer knows Than my Redeemer’s blood. Faith too, the blood-receiving gra…

To lay the soul that loves him low… Becomes the Only–wise: To hide beneath a veil of woe, The children of the skies. Man, though a worm, would yet be g…

Did not thy reason, and thy sense, With most persuasive eloquence, Convince me that obedience due None may so justly claim as you, By right of beauty you would be

(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.