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

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Repose in God

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Since life in sorrow must be spent

Sing, Muse (if such a theme, so dark, so long)

Sir, when I flew to seize the bird

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Tale, A.

Sweet Nymph who art, it seems, accused

Sweet stream that winds

Sweet tenants of this grove

Symptoms of love.

Take to Thy Bosom

Tale, founded on a fact which happened in January, 1779

Tears flow and cease not

Tears of a painter, The.

Testimony of Divine Adoption

Thankless for favours from on high

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The poplars are felled

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The rose had been washed, just washed in a shower

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They mock my toil, the nymphs and amorous swains
Thief, On a .

Think, Delia, with what cruel haste

This cap, that so stately appears

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This is the feast of heavenly wine

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Thornton, In memory of

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Verses, written, &c.

Verses (supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk)

Vicissitudes experienced in the Christian Life

Votum.

Warren Hastings, To

Watching unto God

Weak and irresolute is man

What is there in the vale of life

What various hindrances we meet

What nature, alas! has denied

What portents, from what distant region ride

What thousands never knew the road

What virtue or what mental grace.
When all within is peace

When Aeilus, the nocturnal thief

When darkness long has veiled my mind
When Hagar found the bottle spent
When, long sequestered from his throne
When the British warrior Queen

When wit and genius meet their doom
Whence is it that amazed I hear
Where hast thou floated

Where Humber pours his real Commercial stream

While thirteen moons saw smoothly run

Why weeps the Muse for England? What appears

Wilberforce, To .

Wilds horrid and dark with o'er-shadowing trees

William was once a bashful youth.

Winter evening, The

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Winter has a joy for me

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Winter morning walk, The

Winter nosegay, The

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Winter walk at noon

With no rich viands overcharged I send

With seeds and birdlime

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With two spurs or one

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Would my Delia know if I love, let her take.

"Write to Sardis," saith the Lord

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You bid me write to amuse the tedious hours.

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You give your cheeks a rosy stain.

You told me I remember glory, built

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Young Friend, To a

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Young lady, To a

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