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Accept, O sacred shade, this artless verse 76
And now, perch'd proudly on the topmost spray 52
Approach in silence. 'Tis no vulgar tale 61
As those we love decay, we die in part 83
Call for the Robin-red-breast, and the Wren 42
Can I, who have for others oft compiled 79
Come, Peace of Mind, delightful guest 43
Deep lines of honor all can hit. 16
Fair Tree! for thy delightful shade. 20
Fallen, fallen, a silent heap 69
For though banished from my flocks. 33
Give me, O indulgent Fate! 3
Go, lovely Rose! 72
Hail, mildly-pleasing Solitude 45
Happy the man, whose wish and care 50
Her true beauty leaves behind 41
He sung of God, the mighty source 92
He that to such a height hath build his mind 84
How gaily is our life begun 18
I must praise her as I may 41
In such a night when every louder wind 9
In the Muse's paths I stray 2
I were unkind unless that I did shed 81
Lady, I rifled a Parnassian Cave. 1
Live while you live, the Epicure will say. 80
Meanwhile, ye living Parents, ease your grief 22
Me though in life's sequestered vale. 56
Now come, ye Naiads, to the fountains lead 54
Oh! might I live to see an art arise. 27
O King of Terrors! whose unbounded sway 32
Peace! where art thou to be found?. 12
See how the orient Dew 66