Let no presuming impious railer ta… Creative wisdom, as if aught was f… In vain, or not for admirable ends… Shall little haughty ignorance pro… His works unwise, of which the sma…

MY love o’er the water bends drea…    It glideth and glideth away: She sees there her own beauty, gle…    Through shadow and ripple and s… O tell her, thou murmuring river,

It was a sad, ay ’twas a sad farew… I still afresh the pangs of partin… Against my breast my heart impatie… And in deep sighs bemoan’d its cru… Thus with the object of my love to…

Accept, loved Nymph, this tribute… To tender friendship, love, and yo… But with it take what breathed the… O take to thine the poet’s soul. If Fancy here her power displays,

E. S. Once a lively image of human natur… Such as God made it When he pronounced every work of h… To the memory of Elizabeth Stanle…

Among the changing months, May st… The sweetest, and in fairest colou… Soft as the breeze that fans the s… Sweet as the breath that opening r… Fair as the colour lavish Nature…

See where the winding vale its lav… Irriguous, spreads. See, how the… The latent rill, scarce oozing thr… In fair profusion, decks. Long le… Where the breeze blows from yon ex…

My trembling muse your honour does… That it’s a bold attempt most humb… If you’ll encourage her young fagg… She’ll upwards soar and mount Par… If little things with great may be…

Cramm’d to the throat with wholeso… Alas! poor audience! you have had… Was ever hapless heroine of a play In such a piteous plight as ours t… Was ever woman so by love betray’d…

Tell me, thou soul of her I love, Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled… To what delightful world above, Appointed for the happy dead? Or dost thou, free, at pleasure, r…

The hoop, the darling justly of th… Of every generous swain deserves t… It is unmanly to desert the weak, ‘Twould urge a stone, if possible,… To hear stanch hypocrites bawl out…

If those who live in shepherd’s bo… Press not the rich and stately bed… The new-mown hay and breathing flo… A softer couch beneath them spread… If those who sit at shepherd’s boa…

Feather’d lyric, warbling high, Sweetly gaining on the sky, Op’ning with thy matin lay (Nature’s hymn) the eye of day, Teach my soul, on early wing,

As thus the patient dam assiduous… Not to be tempted from her tender… Or by sharp hunger, or by smooth d… Tho’ the whole loosen’d spring aro… Her sympathising partner takes his…

Moist, bright, and green, the land… Full swell the woods; their every… Mix’d in wild concert, with the wa… Increased, the distant bleatings o… And hollow lows responsive from th…