Poems with rhymes of chide

Seek not the Spirit, if it hide,
Inexorable to thy zeal:
Baby, do not whine and chide;

My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"

Ah! rudely then, unseen by me, some cruel hand may chide,
Till foam-wreaths lie, like crested waves, along thy panting side:

Then straight I 'gin my heart to chide,
And did thy wealth on earth abide?

Though half the world may chide,
And clasp my one true Lover
Here on Macquarie side.

And so it chanc'd, for many a door was wide,
From hurry to and fro. Soon, up aloft,
The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide:

She saw her lay her needlework aside,
And, as on such occasions mothers will,
For leaving off her work began to chide.

To be renewed not, like thy ghostly chide;
And one to the other of those joyous creatures,
Now burthened with their manhoods, in the wide

While timid Prudence gazed and sighed,
Weary of strife, and loth to chide.

About the windy water-side,
Our hearts can Fear the voices chide.

Open and visible; I should not hide
But bring my faults abroad: to hear thee chide

My true account, lest He returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"

And if thou'lt allow it, and seek not to chide,
We dwarfs will all banquet with pleasure and pride,

In Exeter Hall the saint may chide,
The sinner may scoff outright,
The Bacchanal steep'd in the flagon's tide,

Self-valuing fancy, highly-crested pride,
Strong soverign will, and some desire to chide;

Then straight I 'gin my heart to chide:
And did thy wealth on earth abide,

Or in a speechless slumber, calmly ride
Her wedded channels' bosom, and then chide

"Father! for fear that thou shouldst chide
My sister, or her sable guide,

Cold hearts that else would stern and dark abide.
Her smile would cheer, her faintest look could chide;

Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late schoolboys, and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,