An Oyster, cast upon the shore

Abiit senex! periit senex amabilis

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Ah! brother Poet, send me of your shade
A hermit, or if 'chance you hold

Ah, how the human mind wearies herself
Ah! reign, wherever man is found
Ah! wherefore should my weeping maid
suppress

Airy del Castro was as bold a knight
All are indebted :ruch to Thee
All-worshipped Gold! thou mighty mystery
Almighty King! whose wondrous hand
A miser, traversing his house
Ancient dame, how wide and vast
And dwells there in a female heart

And is this all? Can Reason do no more.
Androcles from his injured lord, in dread.
A needle, small as small can be
A nightingale, that all day long

A noble theme demands a noble verse
Another Leonora once inspired

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Boy! I detest all Persian fopperies
Boy, I hate their empty shows

Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord
By whom was David taught

Charles-and I say it wondering-thou

must know

Charon ! receive a family on board

Christina, maiden of heroic mien

Close by the threshold of a door nailed fast 346
Cocoa-nut nought

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Contemplate, when the sun declines

Could I, from heaven inspired, as sure

presage

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Could Homer come himself, distressed and

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Cowper had sinned with some excuse 400
Cowper, whose silver voice, tasked some-
times hard

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Fairest and foremost of the train that wait
Fair Lady! whose harmonious name the
Rhine

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Beneath the edge or near the stream
Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth.
Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest

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Far from the world, O Lord, I flee
Far happier are the dead, methinks, than
they

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Farewell, false hearts! whose best affec-
tions fail

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Farewell! endued with all that could
engage

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Fierce passions discompose the mind

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Blest! who, far from all mankind'

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Fond youth who dream'st that hoarded
gold.

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Naples, too credulous, ah! boast no more 446
Night! how I love thy silent shades
No longer I follow a sound.
No mischief worthier of our fear
No more shall hapless Celia's ears
None ever shared the social feast
Nor oils of balmy scent produce.
No strength of Nature can suffice
Not a flower can be found in the fields
Obscurest night involved the sky.
Of all the gifts thine hand bestows
Oft we enhance our ills by discontent
O God, whose favourable eye.

Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot
Oh for a closer walk with God

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Receive, dear friend, the truths I teach
Rich, thou hadst many lovers ;-poor, hast

none.

Romney, expert infallibly to trace
Round Thurlow's head in early youth
Sauntering along the street one day
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box,
understand.

Say, ye apostate and profane
Season of my purest pleasure

Seest thou yon mountain laden with deep

snow.

See where the Thames, the purest stream.
Shall I begin with Ah, or Oh?

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She came-she is gone-we have met
Silent I sat, dejected, and alone
Since life in sorrow must be spent
Sin enslaved me many years

Sing, Muse, if such a theme, so dark, so
long

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Sin has undone our wretched race
Sir, when I flew to seize the bird

Sleep at last has fled these eyes
So have I seen the maids in vain
Sometimes a light surprises

Sors adversa gerit stimulum, sed tendit et

alas

So then the Vandals of our isle

Source of love, and light of day

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Sweet tenants of this grove.

Source of Love, my brighter Sun.
Still, still, without ceasing

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Sun! stay thy course, this moment stay
Suns that set, and moons that wane.
Survivor soul, and hardly such, of all
Sweet babe, whose image here expressed. 472
Sweet bird, whom the Winter constrains
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder
glade.

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Take to thy bosom, gentle Earth! a swain 499
Tears flow, and cease not, where the good

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Thankless for favours from on high

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O Lord, my best desire fulfil

O Love, of pure and heavenly birth

O matutini rores, auræque

O most delightful hour by man
On the green margin of the brook
O sovereign of an isle renowned
Other stones the era tell .

O Thou, by long experience tried

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Our good old friend is gone, gone to his rest 341
Painter, this likeness is too strong
Patron of all those luckless brains
Pause here, and think: a monitory rhyme 324
Pay me my price, potters ! and I will sing 507
Peace has unveiled her smiling face.
Perfida, crudelis, victa et lymphata furore 335
Pity, says the Theban bard
Plangimus fortes. Periêre fortes
Poets attempt the noblest task they can • 375
Poor in my youth, and in life's later scenes 502
Poor Vestris, grieved beyond all measure.
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Populeæ cecidit gratissima copia silvæ. • 323
Praise in old times the sage Prometheus won 445
Quæ lenta accedit, quam velox præterit
hora

That thou mayst injure no nian, dove-like be 497
The astrologers did all alike presage
The Bard, if e'er he feel at all
The beams of April, ere it goes
The billows swell, the winds are high
The birds put off their every hue.
Thee, whose refulgent staff, and summons
clear

The fountain in its source
The genius of the Augustan age.
The greenhouse is my summer seat.
The lady thus addressed her spouse
The lapse of time and rivers is the same
The Lord proclaims his grace abroad
The Lord receives his highest praise
The Lord will happiness divine
The lover, in melodious verses
The new-born child of Gospel grace
The noon was shady, and soft airs