This to the crown and blessing of my life, …
Countess of Winchilsea Anne Finch
In such a night, when every louder wind …
Love, thou art best of Human Joys, …
Could our first father, at his toilsome plow, …
Eph. What Friendship is, Ardelia show. …
Good Heav’n, I thank thee, since it was designed …
Disarmed with so genteel an air, …
Did I, my lines intend for public view, …
What art thou, Spleen, which ev’ry thing dost ape? …
Fair tree! for thy delightful shade …
O King of terrors, whose unbounded sway …
Exert thy voice, sweet harbinger of spring! …