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…

’Twas a long journey lay before us… When I and honest Heliodorus, Who far in point of rhetoric Surpasses every living Greek, Each leaving our respective home

God gives his mercies to be spent; Your hoard will do your soul no go… Gold is a blessing only lent, Repaid by giving others food. The world’s esteem is but a bribe,

Two Poets, (poets, by report, Not oft so well agree,) Sweet harmonist of Flora’s court! Conspire to honour thee. They best can judge a poet’s worth…

The poplars are felled, farewell t… And the whispering sound of the co… The winds play no longer and sing… Nor Ouse on his bosom their image… Twelve years have elapsed since I…

In vain to live from age to age While modern bards endeavour, I write my name in Patty’s page, And gain my point for ever.

Maria, could Horace have guessed What honour awaited his ode To his little volume addressed, The honour which you have bestowed… Who have traced it in characters h…

There was a time when Ætna’s sile… Slept unperceived, the mountain ye… When, conscious of no danger from… She tower’d a cloud-capt pyramid o… No thunders shook with deep intest…

Rebellion is my theme all day, I only wish 'twould come (As who knows but perhaps it may) A little nearer home. Yon roaring boys who rave and figh…

My song shall bless the Lord of a… My praise shall climb to His abod… Thee, Saviour, by that name I cal… The great Supreme, the mighty God… Without beginning or decline,

Ye sister Pow’rs who o’er the sac… Preside, and, Thou, fair mother o… Mnemosyne, and thou, who in thy gr… Immense reclined at leisure, hast… The Archives and the ord’nances o…

The shepherd touch’d his reed; swe… Essay’d, and oft essay’d to catch… And treasuring, as on her ear they… The numbers, echo’d note for note… The peevish youth, who ne’er had f…

Nor oils of balmy scene produce, Nor mirror for Minerva’s use, Ye nymphs who lave her; she, array… In genuine beauty, scorns their ai… Not even when they left the skies,

Why weeps the muse for England? W… In England’s case to move the mus… From side to side of her delightfu… Is she not clothed with a perpetua… Can Nature add a charm, or Art co…

The Lord proclaims His grace abro… ‘Behold, I change your hearts of… Each shall renounce his idol-god, And serve, henceforth, the Lord a… ’My grace, a flowing stream, proce…