Sin has undone our wretched race 448 Sing, muse, (if such a theme, so dark, so long 17 425 599 632 So then-the Vandals of our isle 306 Sometimes a light surprizes 464 Sors adversa gerit stimulum, sed tendit et alas 575 Source of love, and light of day 495 Source of Love, my brighter Sun 516 Still, still, without ceasing 516 Sun! stay thy course, this moment stay. 503 Suns that set, and moons that wane 562 Survivor sole, and hardly such, of all 410 549 554 Sweet nymph, who art, it seems, accused 633 Sweet stream that winds thro' yonder glade 304 515 Take to thy bosom, gentle earth, a swain 564 Tears flow, and cease not, where the good man lies 420 Thankless for favours from on high 369 That ocean you of late survey'd 307 That thou mayst injure no man, dove-like be 563 The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower 355 The sculptor?-Nameless, though once dear to fame. 426 The shepherd touch'd his reed; sweet Philomel PAGE The suitors sinn'd, but with a fair excuse 636 The swallows in their torpid state 321 The twentieth year is well-nigh past 427 The winter-night now well-nigh worn away. 540 The works of ancient bards divine 563 They call thee rich-I deem thee poor 566 They mock my toil-the nymphs and am'rous swains 622 Think, Delia, with what cruel haste 274 This cabin, Mary, in my sight appears 421 This сар, that so stately appears 377 This ev'ning, Delia, you and I 272 This is the feast of heav'nly wine 450 Though nature weigh our talents, and dispense 90 Though once a puppy, and though Fop by name Thrive gentle plant! and weave a bow'r Thy country, Wilberforce, with just disdain Thy mansion is the Christian's heart Time, never wand'ring from his annual round. 420 Toll for the brave. Too many, LORD, abuse thy grace Trav'ller, regret not me; for thou shalt find 344 Weak and irresolute is man 298 What features, form, mien, manners, with a mind 579 What is there in the vale of life 306 What nature, alas! has denied. 293 What portents, from what distant region, ride 430 What thousands never knew the road!. 472 What various hindrances we meet 451 When a bar of pure silver or ingot of gold When darkness long has veil'd my mind When little more than boy in age What virtue or what mental grace When all within is peace When Aulus, the nocturnal thief, made prize When Hagar found the bottle spent 329 337 354 571 459 467 563 When long sequester'd from his throne 388 When the British warrior queen 310 When wit and genius meet their doom 306 Whence is it, that amaz'd I hear 414 Where hast thou floated, in what seas pursued 359 While thirteen moons saw smoothly run Where Humber pours his rich commercial stream Who does not blush when charged with selfish views? Why weeps the muse for England? What appears With no rich viands overcharg'd, I send With seeds and bird-lime, from the desert air Ye Linnets, let us try, beneath this grove Ye sister pow'rs, who o'er the sacred groves. 295 365 631 43 519 269 475 593 565 560 270 446 483 383 612 604 443 You bid me write t'amuse the tedious hours 544 1 |