So Joseph, yet a youth, expounded well The boding dream, and did the event foretell; Judged by the past, and drew the Parallel. Thus early Solomon the truth explored,...
'Tis hard, my friend, to write in such an age, As damns, not only poets, but the stage. That sacred art, by Heaven itself infused, Which Moses, David, Solomon have used, Is now to be no more: the Muses' foes...
My very dear friend Should never depend Upon anything clever or witty, From a poor country wight When attempting to write, To one in your far famous city. Indeed I'm inclined,...
Laugh, my Friends, and without blame Lightly quit what lightly came: Rich to-morrow as to-day Spend as madly as you may. I, with little land to stir, Am the exacter labourer....
Yes, my friends! that happier times have been Than the present, none can contravene; That a race once lived of nobler worth; And if ancient chronicles were dumb, Countless stones in witness forth would come...
Friend, for the sake of loves we hold in common, The love of books, of paintings, rhyme and fiction; And for the sake of that divine affliction, The love of art, passing the love of woman;...
In fancy, always, at thy desk, thrown wide, Thy most betreasured books ranged neighborly - The rarest rhymes of every land and sea And curious tongue - thine old face glorified, -...
Merciful spirit! who thy bright throne above Hast left, to wander through this dismal earth With me, poor child of sin! - Angel of love! Whose guardian wings hung o'er me from my birth,...
Wake up my harp! thy strings begin to rust! Has the soul fled that once within thee dwelt? Idle so long, shake off that coat of dust! Are there no souls to cheer, no hearts to melt?...
Be you still, be you still, trembling heart; Remember the wisdom out of the old days: Him who trembles before the flame and the flood, And the winds that blow through the starry ways,...
As there is music uninform'd by art In those wild notes, which, with a merry heart, The birds in unfrequented shades express, Who, better taught at home, yet please us less:...
How bless'd is he who leads a country life, Unvex'd with anxious cares, and void of strife! Who studying peace, and shunning civil rage, Enjoy'd his youth, and now enjoys his age:...
I leave for thee, beloved one, The home and friends of youth, Trusting my hopes, my happiness, Unto thy love and truth; I leave for thee my girlhood's joys, Its sunny, careless mirth,...