From right to left, and to and fro… Caught in a labyrinth you go, And turn, and turn, and turn again… To solve the mystery, but in vain; Stand still, and breathe, and take…

A Spartan, his companion slain, Alone from battle fled; His mother, kindling with disdain That she had borne him, struck him… For courage, and not birth alone,

The rose had been washed, just was… Which Mary to Anna conveyed; The plentiful moisture encumbered… And weighed down its beautiful hea… The cup was all filled, and the le…

Season of my purest pleasure, Sealer of observing eyes! When, in larger, freer measure, I can commune with the skies; While, beneath thy shade extended,

Fair Lady, whose harmonious name… Through all his grassy vale deligh… Base were, indeed, the wretch, who… To love a spirit elegant as thine, That manifests a sweetness all div…

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…

Cowper, whose silver voice, tasked… Legends prolix delivers in the ear… (Attentive when thou read’st) of… Let verse at length yield thee thy… Thou wast not heard with drowsy di…

When Aulus, the nocturnal thief,… Of Hermes, swift-wing’d envoy of… Hermes, Arcadia’s king, the thief… Who when an infant stole Apollo’s… And whom, as arbiter and overseer

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…

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…

Heu inimicitias quoties parit æmu… Quam raro pulchrae, pulchra placer… Sed fines ultrà solitos discordia… Cum flores ipsos bilis et ira move… Hortus ubi dulces præbet tacitosq…

My heart is easy, and my burden li… I smile, though sad, when thou art… The more my woes in secret I depl… I taste thy goodness, and I love… There, while a solemn stillness re…

I thirst, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to shar… Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid That I should seek my pleasures t… It was the sight of Thy dear cros…

To be remembered thus is fame, And in the first degree; And did the few like her the same, The press might sleep for me. So Homer, in the memory stored

Hear, Lord, the song of praise an… In heaven thy dwelling-place, From infants, made the public care… And taught to seek thy face! Thanks for thy word and for thy da…