Poems with rhymes of refine

This tempts free-thinkers to refine,
And bring in doubt their powers divine,

ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine,
Assist my labours, and my strains refine;

May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness,
And every gain divine!

Life's gold can so refine
And by thy art divine

Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine,
A forester deep in thy midmost trees,
Did last eve ask my promise to refine

Now Friends conversing my soft Hours refine,
And Tully's Tusculum revives in mine:

The louder notes, to soften, and refine,
And with alternate verse, compleat the Hymn Devine.

Where human frames and brutal souls combine,
No force can tame them and no arts refine.

Intent with learned labour to refine
The copious ore of Albion's native mine,

She whom a conscious grace shall thus refine
Will ne'er be 'tainted' by a strain of mine.

Taste link'd with arts divine;
The Gallery and the Institute
Enlighten and refine.

Beneath their care behold the work refine,
Pointed each sentence, polish'd every line;

The iron to his preconceived design,
Nor can the artist without fire refine

Nor needs his genuine ore refine;
'Tis ready polished from the mine.

And the gross matter of this earthly mine,
Which clotheth it, thereafter doth refine,

The world's rude furnace must thy blood refine,
And many a gale of keenest woe be passed,
Till every pulse beat true to airs divine,

'Tis mighty easy o'er a glass of wine
On vain refinements vainly to refine,

Nay I have hoped that standing so near thine
'Twill lose its drosse, and by degrees refine ...

Could wit and mirth refine;
He! he is gone, whose social vein
Surpass'd the power of wine.

And the gross matter of this earthly mine,
Which clotheth it, thereafter doth refine,