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She came—she is gone—we have met— And meet perhaps never again; The sun of that moment is set, And seems to have risen in vain. Catharina has fled like a dream
Where hast thou floated, in what s… Thy pastime? When wast thou an eg… Lost in the immensity of ocean’s w… Roar as they might, the overbearin… That rocked the deep, thy cradle,…
These verses also to thy praise th… Oh Manso! happy in that theme des… For, Gallus and Maecenas gone, th… None such besides, or whom they lo… And, if my verse may give the meed…
O sovereign of an isle renowned For undisputed sway Wherever o’er yon gulf profound Her navies wing their way; With juster claims she builds at l…
Reader! behold a monument That asks no sigh or tear, Though it perpetuate the event Of a great burial here.
Breathe from the gentle south, O… And cheer me from the north; Blow on the treasures of thy word, And call the spices forth! I wish, Thou knowest, to be resig…
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…
What various hindrances we meet In coming to a mercy seat! Yet who that knows the worth of pr… But wishes to be often there? Prayer makes the darken’d cloud wi…
Israel in ancient days Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learn’d the Gospel too; The types and figures were a glass…
Boy! I detest all Persian fopperi… Fillet-bound garlands are to me di… Task not thyself with any search,… Where latest roses linger. Bring me alone (for thou wilt find…
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,
Thy country, Wilberforce, with ju… Hears thee, by cruel men and impio… Fanatic, for thy zeal to loose th’… From exile, public sale, and slav’… Friend of the poor, the wrong’d, t…
Beneath the hedge or near the stre… A worm is known to stray, That shows by night a lucid beam, Which disappears by day. Disputes have been and still preva…
Hic etiam jacet, Qui totum novennium vixit, Puss. Siste paulisper, Qui præteriturus es,
A poet’s cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks to which she might retir… And where, secure as mouse in chin…