"In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong."

"Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell: 'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell."

"How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest!"

"By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless…"

"Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part; Nature in him was almost lost in Art."

"To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle…"

"Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Beloved till life can charm no more, And mourn'…"

"Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat, With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the bee…"

"For when thy folding-star arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant hours, and elves Who slept…"

"When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung."