{On her giving the author a gold a… net-work purse of her own weaving}… Though gold and silk their charms… To make thy curious web delight, In vain the varied work would shin…

Bright Stella, form’d for univers… Too well you know to keep the slav… When in your eyes resistless light… Awed into love our conquer’d heart… And yield reluctant to despotic sw…

To Stella: Whether Stella’s eyes are found Fix’d on earth or glancing round, If her face with pleasure glow, If she sigh at others’ woe,

Alas! with swift and silent pace, Impatient time rolls on the year; The Seasons change, and Nature’s… Now sweetly smiles, now frowns sev… ’Twas Spring, ’twas Summer, all w…

This tributary verse receive, my f… Warm with an ardent lover’s fondes… May this returning day for ever fi… Thy form more lovely, more adorn’d… All pains, all cares, may favourin…

To Stella: Evening now from purple wings Sheds the grateful gifts she bring… Brilliant drops bedeck the mead, Cooling breezes shake the reed;

Stern Winter now, by Spring repre… Forbears the long-continued strife… And Nature, on her naked breast, Delights to catch the gales of lif… Now o’er the rural kingdom roves,

CONDEMN’D to Hope’s delusive m… As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts or slow decline Our social comforts drop away. Well tried through many a varying…

LONG-EXPECTED one and twenty Ling’ring year at last has flown, Pomp and pleasure, pride and plent… Great Sir John, are all your own. Loosen’d from the minor’s tether,

1 When Learning’s trium… 2 First rear’d the stage, immo… 3 Each change of many-colour’d… 4 Exhausted worlds, and then i… 5 Existence saw him spurn her…

Behold, my fair, where’er we rove, What dreary prospects round us ris… The naked hill, the leafless grove… The hoary ground, the frowning ski… Nor only through the wasted plain,

Had this fair figure, which this f… Adorn’d in Roman time the brighte… In every dome, in every sacred pla… Her statue would have breathed an… And on its basis would have been e…

CITY of God, how broad and far Outspread thy walls sublime! The true thy chartered freemen are… Of every age and clime. One holy Church, one army strong,

The rites derived from ancient day… With thoughtless reverence we prai… The rites that taught us to combin… The joys of music and of wine, And bid the feast, and song and bo…

O Thou! whose power o’er moving w… Whose voice created, and whose wis… On darkling man in pure effulgence… And cheer the clouded mind with li… ’Tis thine alone to calm the pious…