#English #XVIIICentury
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 Jesus, the crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone; O bear me, ye cherubim, up, And waft me away to His throne! My Saviour, whom absent I love,
Hence, my epistle—skim the Deep—f… Yon smooth expanse to the Teutoni… Haste—lest a friend should grieve… And the Gods grant that nothing t… I will myself invoke the King who…
Hope, like the short-lived ray tha… Through wintry skies, upon the fro… Cheers e’en the face of misery to… But soon the momentary pleasure’s… How oft, my Delia, since our last…
I should have deemed it once an ef… To sweeten more sweet Maro’s matc… But from that error now behold me… Since I received him as a gift fr…
Written when the news arrived. Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave Fast by their native shore.
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…
Far from the world, O Lord, I fl… From strife and tumult far; From scenes where Satan wages sti… His most successful war. The calm retreat, the silent shade…
Farewell, false hearts! whose best… Like shallow brooks which summer s… Forgetful of the man whom once ye… Cold in his cause, and careless of… I bid you both a long and last adi…
No longer I follow a sound; No longer a dream I pursue; Oh happiness! not to be found, Unattainable treasure, adieu! I have sought thee in splendour an…
I was of late a barren plant, Useless, insignificant, Nor fig, nor grape, nor apple bore… A native of the marshy shore; But, gather’d for poetic use,
At morn we placed on his funeral b… Young Melanippus; and, at eventid… Unable to sustain a loss so dear, By her own hand his blooming siste… Thus Aristippus mourn’d his noble…
Deem not, sweet rose, that bloom’s… Thy friend, tho’ to a cloister’s s… Can e’er forget the charms he left… Or pass unheeded this auspicious m… In happier days to brighter prospe…
Oh fond attempt to give a deathles… To names ignoble, born to be forgo… In vain recorded in historic page, They court the notice of a future… Those twinkling tiny lustres of th…
Two neighbours furiously dispute; A field—the subject of the suit. Trivial the spot, yet such the rag… With which the combatants engage, ’Twere hard to tell who covets mos…