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Doomed, as I am, in solitude to w… The present moments, and regret th… Deprived of every joy I valued mo… My friend torn from me, and my mis… Call not this gloom I wear, this…
Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart, Which of itself complains, And mourns, with much and frequent… The evil it contains. There fiery seeds of anger lurk,
Since life in sorrow must be spent… So be it—I am well content, And meekly wait my last remove, Seeking only growth in love. No bliss I seek, but to fulfil
Grace, triumphant in the throne, Scorns a rival, reigns alone; Come and bow beneath her sway; Cast your idol works away! Works of man, when made his plea,
Not a flower can be found in the f… Or the spot that we till for our p… From the largest to the least, but… The bee never wearied a treasure. Scarce any she quits unexplored
The astrologers did all alike pres… My uncle’s dying in extreme old ag… One only disagreed. But he was wi… And spoke not till he heard the fu…
Unwin, I should but ill repay The kindness of a friend, Whose worth deserves as warm a lay As ever friendship penned, Thy name omitted in a page
To those who love the Lord I spea… Is my Beloved near? The Bridegroom of my soul I seek, Oh! when will He appear? Though once a man of grief and sha…
The Saviour hides His face; My spirit thirsts to prove Renew’d supplies of pardoning grac… And never-fading love. The favor’d souls who know
Could Homer come himself, distres… And tune his harp at Rhedicina’s… The rich old vixen would exclaim,… ‘Begone! no tramper gets a farthin…
In language warm as could be breat… Thy picture speaks the original my… Not by those looks that indicate t… They only speak thee friend of all… Expression here more soothing stil…
A Spartan 'scaping from the fight… His mother met him in his flight, Upheld a falchion to his breast, And thus the fugitive address’d: ‘Thou canst but live to blot with…
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
Full thirty frosts since thou wert… Have chilled the withered grove, Thou wretch! and hast thou lived s… Nor yet forgot to love? Ye sages! spite of your pretences
Ye Nymphs, if e’er your eyes were… With tears o’er hapless favourites… Oh, share Maria’s grief! Her favourite, even in his cage, (What will not hunger’s cruel rage…