O God, whose favourable eye 72 O happy shades! to me unblest! O Love of pure and heavenly birth O Matutini raes auralque salubres. O Thou, by long experience tried Ode (supposed to be written on the marriage of a friend) 235 523 228 448 468 525 507 7 220 |||||ËË8|||||8||@ 「g||E®23| 719 719 716 669 669 687 Since life in sorrow must be spent. Sir, when I flew to seize the bird 70 48 532 Sing, Muse (if such a theme, so dark, so long) Sleep at last has fled these eyes Snail, The So I have seen the maids in vain So then the vandals of our isle 106 500 541 611 473 224 249 Sometimes a light surprises 66 2, 3, 4 435 434 705 Sors adversa gerit stimulum Soul that loves God finds Him everywhere 428 525 Source of love, and light of day 528 Source of love, my brighter sun Spaniel, On a 499 Sparrows self-domesticated 604 Still, still without ceasing Strada's Nightingale 606 Sun, stay thy course, this moment, stay. Suns that set and Moons that wane 616 Tale, A. 496 Tale, founded on a fact which happened in January, 1779 411 Tears flow and cease not Tears of a painter, The. 610 Testimony of Divine Adoption Thankless for favours from on high 450 That ocean you of late surveyed 415 The Bard, if e'er he feel at all The billows swell, the winds are high The birds put off their every hue 474 608 58 461 523 443 401 236 The Lord proclaims His grace abroad 41 The genius of the Augustan age The Lord receives His highest praise The Lord will happiness divine 73 38 The lover in melodious voices 612 The room was shady and soft airs. 409 The new-born child of Gospel grace 72 The nymph must lose her female friend The pineapples in triple row. The poplars are felled The rose had been washed, just washed in a shower Another Think, Delia, with what cruel haste They call thee rich, I deem thee poor They mock my toil, the nymphs and amorous swains Thief, On a . This cap, that so stately appears 649 650 598 653 This is the feast of heavenly wine 51 Thornton, In memory of Thou hast no lightnings, O Thou Just Thou magic lyre, whose fascinating sound Though nature weigh our talents, and dispense 179 683, 4 Though once a puppy 492 Thracian, The Thracian parents, at his birth Thrive, gentle plant 493 Throckmorton, Mrs. 473 Thus Italy was moved-nor did the chief Thus says the prophet of the Turk. Thy country, Wilberforce, with just disdain 712 Thy nausea is the Christian's heat. Time, never wandering from his annual round |