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- O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul
The wild impatience of the troubled soul,48 lines - Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides,
In thickest mists of vapours fell,82 lines - BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE,
Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale !134 lines - WHERE o'er my head, the deaf'ning Tempest blew,
And Night's cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray;54 lines - ENLIGHTEN'D Patron of the sacred Lyre?
Whose ever-varying, ever-witching song78 lines - THOU art no more my bosom's FRIEND;
Here must the sweet delusion end,84 lines - THE knell of death, that on the twilight gale,
Swells its deep murmur to the pensive ear;44 lines - NEAR yon bleak mountain's dizzy height,
That hangs o'er AVON's silent wave;68 lines - DEAR SHADE OF HIM, who grac'd the mimick scene,
And charm'd attention with resistless pow'r;64 lines - Chill penury repress'd his noble rage,
And froze the genial current of his soul.107 lines - "With female Fairies will thy tomb be haunted
"And worms will not come to thee." SHAKSPERE.38 lines - WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep,
Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea,48 lines - FAIR was this blushing ROSE of May,
And fresh it hail'd morn's breezy hour,48 lines - WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE,
In curling waves the rapid waters shine;98 lines - BEAUTY, the attribute of Heaven!
In various forms to mortals given,54 lines - AH! think no more that Life's delusive joys,
Can charm my thoughts from FRIENDSHIP'S dearer claim;44 lines - O FLY thee from the shades of night,
Where the loud tempests yelling rise;24 lines - SWIFT o'er the bounding deep the VESSEL glides,
Its streamers flutt'ring in the summer gales,38 lines - "HERE POPE FIRST SUNG!" O, hallow'd Tree !
Such is the boast thy bark displays;78 lines - SWEET PICTURE of Life's chequer'd hour!
Ah, wherefore droop thy blushing head?30 lines - NATURE, to prove her heav'n-taught pow'r,
That gems the earth, and paints the flow'r;16 lines - "Fate snatch'd him early to the pitying sky."
- POPE.38 lines - TELL ME, LOVE, when I rove o'er some far distant plain,
Shall I cherish the passion that dwells in my breast?28 lines - My OBERON, with ev'ry sprite
"That gilds the vapours of the night,69 lines - FLOW soft RIVER, gently stray,
Still a silent waving tide56 lines - "Yes, LAURA, yes, pure as the virgin snow's
"That on the bosom of the whirlwind move,,22 lines - WHEN AURORA'S soft blushes o'erspread the blue hill,
And the mist dies away at the glances of morn;32 lines - ON IDA'S mount the gods were met,
A sportive, jolly, noisy set,54 lines - 'TIS NOT thy flowing hair of orient gold,
Nor those bright eyes, like sapphire gems that glow;14 lines - WHOE'ER thou art, whose soul-enchanting song
Steals on the sullen ear of pensive woe;14 lines - So bends beneath the storm yon balmy flow'r,
Whose spicy blossoms once perfum'd the gale;14 lines - He that's ungrateful, has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.17 lines - In early youth, blithe Spring's exulting day,
Each hour put forth new raptures to my view;14 lines - WHEN FATE in ruthless rage assail'd my breast,
And Heaven relentless seal'd the harsh decree;14 lines - THE SEA-BEAT MARINER, whose watchful eye
Full many a boist'rous night hath wak'd to weep;14 lines - WIDE o'er the barren plain the bleak wind flies,
Sweeps the high mountain's top, and with its breath14 lines - AH! LUST'ROUS GEM, bright emblem of the Heart,
That nobly scorns a borrow'd ray to share,14 lines - THOU meekest emblem of the infant year,
Why droops so cold and wan thy fragrant head ?14 lines - "Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
"How often must it love, how often hate,315 lines - [As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the Royal Academy at Florence, and Author of the Laurel of L341 lines
- [The following little Poems are written after the Model of the Old English Ballads, and are inscribed to those who admire the simplicity of that kind of versifi157 lines
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