#EnglishWriters
’Twas in the glad season of spring… Asleep at the dawn of the day, I dream’d what I cannot but sin… So pleasant it seem’d as I lay. I dream’d that, on ocean afloat,
Here lies one who never drew Blood himself, yet many slew; Gave the gun its aim, and figure Made in field, yet ne’er pulled tr… Armed men have gladly made
My heart is easy, and my burden li… I smile, though sad, when thou art… The more my woes in secret I depl… I taste thy goodness, and I love… There, while a solemn stillness re…
Learn ye nations of the earth The condition of your birth, Now be taught your feeble state, Know, that all must yield to Fate… If the mournful Rover, Death,
(Phillipians, IV.11) Fierce passions discompose the min… As tempests vex the sea, But calm, content and peace we fin… When, Lord, we turn to Thee.
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…
Sauntering along the street one da… On trifles musing by the way, Up steps a free familiar wight; (I scarcely knew the man by sight.… ‘Carlos (he cried), your hand, my…
(Exodus, XVII.15) By whom was David taught To aim the deadly blow, When he Goliath fought, And laid the Gittite low?
Nor oils of balmy scene produce, Nor mirror for Minerva’s use, Ye nymphs who lave her; she, array… In genuine beauty, scorns their ai… Not even when they left the skies,
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
Cowper had sinned with some excuse… If, bound in rhyming tethers, He had committed this abuse Of changing ewes for wethers; But, male for female is a trope,
None ever shared the social feast, Or as an inmate or a guest, Beneath the celebrated dome Where once Sir Isaac had his home… Who saw not (and with some delight
Hatred and vengeance, my eternal p… Scarce can endure delay of executi… Wait, with impatient readiness, to… Soul in a moment. Damned below Judas:more abhorred…
I will praise Thee every day Now Thine anger’s turn’d away; Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice. Here, in the fair gospel-field,
This cabin, Mary, in my sight app… Built as it has been in our waning… A rest afforded to our weary feet, Preliminary to—the last retreat.