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Lord, I love the habitation. .
Lord, my soul with pleasure springs
oss of the Royal George . .
Love Faithful in the absence of the Beloved
Love, if Thy destined sacrifice am I .
Love increased by suffering.
Love is the Lord whom I obey
Love of God the End of Life
Love of the world reproved .
Love Pure and Fervent . .
Lover's heart in absence, The
Lusus amicitia est, uni nisi dedita, ceu fit
Madam-a stranger's purpose in these lays
Man, on the dubious waves of error tossed
Manso, Milton's account of . .
Manual, A . .
Maria, could Horace have guessed ..
Maria, I have every good
1Mary, To . . . .
Maze . . . .
Me to whatever state the gods assign .
Me too, perchance, in former days
Memorial of Ashley Cowper, Esq. ...
Menander, From . . . . .
Mercator, vigiles oculos ut fallere possit
Mercy and Judgment, A song of
Methinks I see thee decently arrayed .
Miltiades, thy valour best . .
Milton, Poems to . .
Mischievous Bull, On a
Miser, On a . .
Miss Creuzé, To .
Mistake in his Translation of Homer
Modern Patriot, The
Montagu's feather-hangings, On Mrs.
Montes Glaciales . .
Monthly Review, On a page of .
Monumental Inscription to W. Northcot
Moralizer Corrected . . . .
Morning Dream, The ..
Mortals, around your destined heads
Moschus : ,
Motto for a Clock .
. . .
Muse, hide his name of whom I sing
Mutual forbearance ..
My dear Friend .
My former hopes are fed .
My gentle Aun, whom heretofore .
My God, how perfect are Thy ways
My God, till I received Thy stroke
My halting Muse, that dragg'st by choice along
My heart is easy and my burden light.
My lids with grief were tumid yet .
My Mother, if thou love me, name no more.
My name, my country . . . . .
Names of little note, On observing some
Naples, too credulous, ah, boast no more
Nature’unimpaired by Time.
Necessity of Self-Abasement . .
Needless Alarm, The . .
Negro's Complaint, The
New Burns, Written after leaving her at
Newton, Mrs., TO
Newton, To the Rev..
Newton, To the Rev. Mr. .
/Night, how I love thy silent shades
Vi Nightingale and Glow-worm .
Nightingale, To the . .
Niobe, On. . .
No longer I follow a sound .
No mischief worthier of our fear.
No more shall hapless Celia's ears .
No sorrow peculiar to the Sufferer.
No strength of Nature can suffice .
None ever shared the social seast.
Nor oils of balmy scent produce .
Not a flower can be found in the fields .
O God, whose favourable eye
O happy shades ! to me unblest! .
O Love of pure and heavenly birth
O Matutini raes auralque salubres .
O most delightful hour by man .
O sovereign of an isle renowned .
O Thou, by long experience tried . .
Obscurest night involved the sky.
Ode (supposed to be written on the marriage of a friend)
Ode to Peace
» to Apollo . . .
„ to Milton .
, to Rouse
is on the death of a Lady . .
, on reading Mr. Richardson's History
Of all the gifts Thine hand bestows :
Oft we enhance our ills by discontent.
Oh fond attempt to give a deathless lot.
Oh for a closer walk with God .
Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness .
Oh how I love Thy Holy Word . .
Oh loved, but not enough . .
Oh that Pieria's spring would through my breast
Oh that those lips had language .
Olney Hymns .
On the green margin of the brook . .
Other stones the era tell
Pairing-time anticipated . . .
Pallas Bathing, On . . .
Papilio et Simax . . .
Parrot, The .
Patron of all those luckless brains . .
Pause here and think.
Pay me my price, potters, and I will sing
Peace has unveiled her smiling face :
Pedigree, On . . . . .
Perfect Sacrifice . .
Perfida, erudelis, viota et lymphata furore
Philemon, By .
Philosopher and the King .
Picture of a Sleeping Child .
Pineapple and the Bee.
Pipe and Snuff-box .
Pity for Poor Africans .
Pity, says the Theban bard ..
Plant of Virgin's Bower, On a
Plargimus fortes . . . .
Platonic Idea, On the . .
Poet, the Oyster, and Sensitive Plant
Poetical Epistle to Lady Austen.
Poets attempt the noblest task they can.
Poet's New Year's Gift, The . .
Poor in my youth, and in life's later scenes
Poor Vestris, grieved beyond all measure
Poplar Field, The . . . .
Populeae ceadit gratissima
Portrait of Himself, On .
Praise in old times the sage Prometheus won.
“ Prayer for Indifference, " On reading the .
Prior's Chloe and Euphelia (translation) .
Progress of Error . :
Promotion of Edward Thurlow, Esq., On the
Protestant Lady in France, To a . .
Psalm cxxxvii., Translation of . . .
Quæ lenta accedit, quam velox præterit hora .
Quales aërii montes de vertice nubes .
Quarrel, Written in a ..
Queen's visit to London, On the . .
Qui subito ex imis rerum in fastigia surgit
Reader, behold a monument . .
Reasoning at every step he treads.
Rebellion is my theme all day .
19 Receipt of my mother's picture out of Norfolk
Receive, dear friend, the truths I teach .
Reciprocal kindness .
Reflection on Horace's Ode .
Repose in God ..
Retired bat, The . . . . .
Retirement . .
Rev. W. Cawthorne Unwin, To the ..
Review of schools . . . . .
Rich, thou hast many lovers . . .
Riddle . . . .
Romney, expert infallibly to trace. .
Romney, To. . .
Rose, The . .
Round Thurlow's head in early youth
Rouse, Ode addressed to .
Sauntering along the street one day
Say, ye apostate and profane.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box
Scenes favourable to Meditation. .
Season of my purest pleasure
Secrets of Divine Love, The.
See where the Thames, the purest stream
Seest thou yon mountain laden with deep snow
Self-diffidence . .
Self-love and Truth Incompatible .
She came-she has gone-we have met-
Part I. . . . .
Shortness of Human Life .
Silent I sat dejected and alone .
Silkworm, The ..
Similar Character, On a
Simile in “Paradise Lost”.
Simile Latinized . . .
Simple Trust . .
Sin enslaved me many years . .
Sin has undone our wretched race.
Since life in sorrow must be spent .
Sing, Muse (if such a theme, so dark, so lo
Sir, when I flew to seize the bird .
Sleep at last has fled these eyes .
Snail, The . .
So I have seen the maids in vain.
So then-the vandals of our isle .
Sofa . .
Sometimes a light surprises
Song on Peace
Sors adversa gerit stimulum.
Soul that loves God finds Him everywhere
Source of love, and light of day
Source of love, my brighter sun
Spaniel, On a .
Sparrows self-domesticated . .
Still, still without ceasing . .
Strada's Nightingale .
Sun, stay thy course, this moment, stay.
Suns that set and Moons that wane .
Survivor, sole, and hardly such, of all..
Swallow, The . . . . ..
Table talk . .
Take to Thy Bosom .
Tale, founded on a fact which happened in January,
Tears flow and cease not .
Tears of a painter, The.
Testimony of Divine Adoption
Thankless for favours from on high
That ocean you of late surveyed .
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.
The fountain in its source . .
The genius of the Augustan age .
The greenhouse is my summer seat
The lady thus addressed her spouse
The Lord proclaims His grace abroad
The Lord receives His highest praise .
The Lord will happiness divine ..
The lover in melodious voices ..
The room was shady and soft airs .
The new-born child of Gospel grace .
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
The saints should never be dismayed .
The Saviour hides His face. .
The Saviour, what a noble fame.
The Shepherd touched his reed .
The sparkling eye, the mantling cheek.
The Spirit breathes upon the Word
The straw-stuffed hamper with his ruthless steel
The suitors sinned, but with a fair excuse .
The swallows in their torpid state .
The twentieth year is well-nigh past .
The winter night now well-nigh worn away
Thce, whose refulgent staff and summons clear
There is a bird who by his coat .
There is a Book, which we may call .
There is a field through which I often pass
There is a fountain filled with the blood
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds .
There's not an echo round me . .
There was a time when Ætna's silent fire
These are not dew.drops . .
These critics who to faith no quarter grant .
These verses also to thy praise the nine.