A Poem, On The Year 1629, When The Corn Was Unwholesome By Reason Of Excessive Rain (Rees Prichard Poems)
Thou Sov'reign of mercy! thou Sire of all pow'r!Who feedest the hungry, with-hold not our foodFrom us, who forgiveness repentant ...
Thou Sov'reign of mercy! thou Sire of all pow'r!Who feedest the hungry, with-hold not our foodFrom us, who forgiveness repentant ...
I.Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;The proper study of mankind is man.Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle ...
Resolved my gratitude to show,Thrice reverend Dean, for all I owe,Too long I have my thanks delay'd;Your favours left too ...
You of each sex and age, draw near,And to my sad Complaint give ear,Who vice, unto the last obey'd,But now ...
Bright Arts, abus'd, like Gems, receive their Flaws;Physick has Quacks, and Quirks obscure the Laws.Fables to shade Historic Truths combine,And ...
A. I. I am the Lord thy God, supreme in pow'r, For tender mercy and compassion known: Then, on thy life, no ...
COME all that are laden with vice, and with sin,Come to your Redeemer, who bids you all in,Come all to ...
Patience.See Consolation.--Where--e'er the FatesCall, or recall Us, let Us follow still:Whate'er it be, all Fortune is subdu'dBy Patience.--Evils, for which ...
Let ev'ry Christian, who wou'd chuse to knowHow he shou'd to God's blessed table go,These precepts learn, and in his ...
Of old, when Scarron his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united; If our landlord supplies us ...
I'm sick of fame—I'm gorged with it—so full I almost could regret the happier hourWhen northern oracles proclaimed me dull, Grieving my ...
1Memory, be still! why throng upon the thoughtThese scenes deep-stain'd with Sorrow's sable dye?Hast thou in store no joy-illumined draught,To ...
A. Our Father, who the universe didst frame — Our Father, from whose Love all blessings flow, Hallow'd for ever be thy ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot;Of one who had the name of Nicaise got;A lad quite ignorant ...
Still let low wits, who sense nor honour prize,Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise;At living worth, because alive, exclaim,Insult ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer:Of France the pride and honour I aver;The Holy Ampoule and delicious wine,Which ...
FROM THE BATTLE OF HASTINGS OR THE NORMAN CONQUEST, TO THE PRESENT REIGN,INCLUSIVE.First, William the Norman lays claim to the ...
Thus Mommus spoke. When sage Minerva rose,From her sweet lips smooth elocution flows,Her skilful hand an ivory pallet grac'd,Where shining ...
Plunder.Now in the empty Isles of Juno's FanePhoenix, and dire Ulysses, chosen Guards,Watch o'er the Prey. There Trojan Treasure snatch'dFrom ...
AN ELEGIAC BALLAD.[The Expostulation.--Continued.--Fears ofPoverty.--Encouragement.--Baldwin's Song.--Deceitfulness of visionsindulgence.--Tormenting distressing Passions.--Comforts of a lowFortune.--Poverty in England contrasted with other Countries.--TheQuestion.... The ...
Once on a clear autumnal day, With weary heart and spirit bowed,I sought a silent scene away From all the turmoil of ...
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
Tho' proud Del---ne, for nameless, partial Ends,Throws me at Distance from my letter'd Friends;And, not content to banish from his ...
Burgum, I thank thee, thou hast let me seeThat Bristol has impress'd her stamp on thee,Thy generous spirit emulates the ...
AH me! the yellow western sky turns pale,And leaves the cheerless sons of earth to mourn;And yet I hear not ...
Tune — "Lady Isabella's Tragedy." or "The Stepmother's cruelty."Of Nero, tyrant, petty king,Who heretofore did reignIn famed Hibernia, I will ...
If heaven the grateful liberty would giveThat I might choose my method how to live,And all those hours propitious fate ...
I know of no profession 'Mong profane or divine, Excelling in its mission The power embraced in mine. It reaches earth and heaven Through heart ...
"Sine Cerere et Baccho friget Venus."In spite of all that poets tell us(For poets are but lying fellows)Of Cupid's flames, ...
Oldfield's no more!-And can the Muse forbear,O'er Oldfield's Grave to shed a grateful Tear?Shall she, the Glory of the British ...
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