Pity, says the Theban bard, From my wishes I discard; Envy, let me rather be, Rather far, a theme for thee. Pity to distress is shown.

I sing of a journey to Clifton, We would have perform’d if we coul… Without cart or barrow to lift on Poor Mary and me through the mud; Slee, sla, slud,

I am just two and two, I am warm,… And the parent of numbers that can… I am lawful, unlawful—a duty, a fa… I am often sold dear, good for not… An extraordinary boon, and a matte…

Hackney’d in business, wearied at… Which thousands, once fast chain’d… But which, when life at ebb runs w… All wish, or seem to wish, they co… The statesman, lawyer, merchant, m…

The pipe, with solemn interposing… Makes half a sentence at a time en… The dozing sages drop the drowsy s… Then pause and puff, and speak, an… Such often, like the tube they so…

Where Humber pours his rich comme… There dwelt a wretch, who breathed… In subterraneous caves his life he… Black as the mine, in which he wro… When on a day, emerging from the d…

What portents, from what distant r… Unseen till now in ours, the aston… In ages past, old Proteus, with h… Of sea-calves, sought the mountain… But now, descending whence of late…

My gentle Anne, whom heretofore, When I was young, and thou no mor… Than plaything for a nurse, I danced and fondled on my knee, A kitten both in size and glee,—

In vain ye woo me to your harmless… Ye pleasant bowers, remote from st… Your shades, the witnesses of many… Breathed forth in happier days, ar… Denied that smile ’twas once my he…

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…

Would my Delia know if I love, le… My last thought at night, and the… With my prayers and best wishes pr… Let her guess what I muse on, whe… I stride o’er the stubble each day…

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…

With seeds and birdlime, from the… Eumelus gather’d free, though scan… No lordly patron’s hand he deign’d… Nor luxury knew, save liberty, nor… Thrice thirty years he lived, and…

The Spirit breathes upon the word… And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford A sanctifying light. A glory gilds the sacred page,

The twentieth year is well nigh pa… Since first our sky was overcast;— Ah would that this might be the la… My Mary! Thy spirits have a fainter flow,