While in heroic numbers some relat… The amazing turns of wise eternal… Exploits of heroes in the dusty fi… That to their name immortal honour… Grant me, ye powers, by the limpid…

Ah, urged too late! from beauty’s… Why did I trust my liberty with t… And thou, why didst thou, with inh… If not resolved to take, seduce my… Yes, yes, you said, for lovers’ ey…

The north-east spends his rage; he… Within his iron cave, th’ effusive… Warms the wide air, and o’er the v… Breathes the big clouds with verna… At first a dusky wreath they seem…

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…

In lowly dale, fast by a river’s s… With woody hill o’er hill encompas… A most enchanting wizard did abide… Than whom a fiend more fell is now… It was, I ween, a lovely spot of…

When last we parted, thou wert you… How beautiful let fond remembrance… Alas! since then old time has stol… Full thirty years, leaving my temp… So has it perished like a thing of…

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…

To praise thy Author, Soul, do no… Canst thou, in gratitude, deny the… Lord, thou art great, how great we… Honour and majesty do round thee f… The purest rays of primogenial lig…

Oh! knew he but his happiness, of… The happiest he, who, far from pub… Deep in the vale, with a choice fe… Drinks the pure pleasures of the r… What though the dome be wanting, w…

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,

Now, Chatto, you’re a dreary plac… Pale sorrow broods on ilka face; Therburn has run his race. And now, and now, ah me, alas! The carl lies dead.

When now no more th’ alternate twi… And Cancer reddens with the solar… Short is the doubtful empire of th… And soon, observant of approaching… The meek-eyed Morn appears, mothe…

Ye fabled Muses, I your aid discl… Your airy raptures, and your fanci… True genuine woe my throbbing brea… Love prompts my lays, and filial d… My soul springs instant at the war…

Sweet valley, say, where, pensive… For me, our children, England, si… The best of mortals leans his head… Ye fountains, dimpled by my sorrow… Ye brooks that my complainings bor…

THE wine of Love is music,    And the feast of Love is so… And when Love sits down to the ba…    Love sits long: Sits long and arises drunken,