651 "Fop," Epitaph on Forced from home and all its pleasures Fortune! I thank thee: gentle Goddess, thanks! 492 453 I Grant me the Muse, ye gods! whose humble flight. 7 650 Hark, my soul ! it is the Lord 1111 44 Hayley, To Hayley, To Hark 'tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge Hastings, I knew thee young. Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion I own I am shocked at the purchase of slaves. 455 I place an offering at Thy shrine I ransacked for a theme of song 464 111111 686 720 708 402 436 249 690, I Kinsman beloved, and as a son, by me 495 714 Know this, O King, that if thou shalt destroy 596 726 Latin Classics (translation) 617 Learn, ye nations of the earth Laurels may flourish round the conqueror's tomb Letter to C. P., Esq. (ill with Rheumatism) Letters on Literature, On the Author of . Lily and the Rose Lines after the manner of Homer Little inmate, full of mirth Living Water Lloyd, Verses to Long plunged in sorrow, I resign 483 573 7 (in imitation of Shakespeare) O Love of pure and heavenly birth O Thou, by long experience tried Ode (supposed to be written on the marriage of a friend) Ode to Peace 220 11111213 719 716 Oh fond attempt to give a deathless lot. Oh for a closer walk with God 33 Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness. 266 691, 2 Oh how I love Thy Holy Word 57 Oh loved, but not enough 530 Oh that Pieria's spring would through my breast |