Poems with rhymes of decline

Here lies a Love that once was mine,
But took a chill, as I divine,
And died at length of a decline.

You speak another tongue than mine,
Though both were English born.
I towards the night of time decline,

Which at first seemed a vessel with sweet wine
For thirsty lips. So down the swift decline

Yet above all this priviledg is thine,
Thy dayes still lengthen without least decline:

Is it well to wish thee happy?--having known me--to decline
On a range of lower feelings and a narrower heart than mine!

That their books are divine,
May they pray still, and be heard, that I go
Th' old broad way in applying ; O decline

Tho thou art Worship'd by the Names Divine
Of Jesus & Jehovah thou art still
The Son of Morn in weary Nights decline

For you or Me. Do those who live decline
The step that offers, or their work resign?

Not long beneath the whelming brine,
Expert to swim, he lay;
Nor soon he felt his strength decline,

Some other’s feature, accent, thought like mine,
Will carry you back to what I used to say,
And bring some memory of your love’s decline.

Others, these which come behind
Will work upon ourselves, and blind our eyes.
If our loves faint, and westwardly decline,

Where wasted one in slow decline
For uttering simple words of mine,

Where wasted one in slow decline
For uttering simple words of mine,

Are clothes-horses sawn out of pine,
And his yarns to us simply betoken
The start of a senile decline.

Unblest retirement! ere my life's decline
(Killed by detraction) may I witness thine.

Again I see the day decline
Along a ridged horizon line;

Without beginning or decline,
Object of faith and not of sense;
Eternal ages saw Him shine,

And fortunes stamp'd with the pale sign
That marks and makes autumn's decline.

On which the summer's late decline
Has set a sadness and a sign;

He saw the day decline,
He called upon his Margaret
To walk beside the Rhine.