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…

‘Oh most delightful hour by man Experienced here below, The hour that terminates his span, His folly and his woe! ’Worlds should not bribe me back t…

He lives who lives to God alone, And all are dead beside; For other source than God is none Whence life can be supplied. To live to God is to requite

Little inmate, full of mirth, Chirping on my kitchen hearth, Whereso’er be thine abode, Always harbinger of good, Pay me for thy warm retreat

No strength of nature can suffice To serve the Lord aright: And what she has she misapplies, For want of clearer light. How long beneath the law I lay

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…

O thou, by long experience tried, Near whom no grief can long abide; My love! how full of sweet content I pass my years of banishment! All scenes alike engaging prove

The astrologers did all alike pres… My uncle’s dying in extreme old ag… One only disagreed. But he was wi… And spoke not till he heard the fu…

In these sad hours, a prey to ceas… While feverish pulses leap in ever… When each faint breath the last sh… Of life just parting from my feebl… How wild soe’er my wandering thoug…

The lover, in melodious verses, His singular distress rehearses; Still closing with a rueful cry, ‘Was ever such a wretch as I!’ Yes! thousands have endured before

There’s not an echo round me, But I am glad should learn, How pure a fire has found me, The love with which I burn. For none attends with pleasure

Charon! receive a family on board Itself sufficient for thy crazy ya… Apollo and Diana, for a word By me too proudly spoken, slew us…

When, long sequestered from his th… George took his seat again, By right of worth, not blood alone Entitled here to reign; Then, Loyalty, with all his lamps

The billows swell, the winds are h… Clouds overcast my wintry sky; Out of the depths to Thee I call,… My fears are great, my strength is… O Lord, the pilot’s part perform,

What thousands never knew the road… What thousands hate it when ’tis k… None but the chosen tribes of God Will seek or choose it for their o… A thousand ways in ruin end,