Poems with rhymes of repine

To suit some wise design,
Then man my soul with firm resolves,
To bear and not repine!

Sweet lures, repine
When the dear love she yielded with a sigh
Was all but thine?

Yet, tho' no regal Throne is thine,
Thou hast no Reason to repine;

No more at Criticks, Ned, repine,
Who say those Numbers are not thine.

To suit some wise design,
Then man my soul with firm resolves,
To bear and not repine!

Why should my anxious breast repine.
Because my youth is fled?
Days of delight may still be mine;

In vain she waits for votaries at her shrine,
None come, though all at wanting her repine;

Lo, how I stand on my head and repine-
Lollipop Lumpkin can never be mine!'

It was His own, it was not mine,
Far be it that I should repine;

And vainly I repine
From ten to two A.M. Ah me!
Would I were forty-nine!

Not mine, I never called thee mine,
But nature's heir,— if I repine,

With every feeling soft as thine;
But Beauty's self hath ceased to charm
A wretch created to repine.

In icy chains repine;
And each in sullen silence mourns
Her freedom lost, like mine!

Think what Spirit dwells within thee; what a Father’s smile is thine;
What a Savior died to win thee, child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?

Though Reason stiffly do repine;
Though Wisdom woo me to the saint,
Yet Sense would win me to the shrine.

An’ why should I repine?
There’s no one knows the past but me
An’ that ol’ dog o’ mine.

These ears, alas! for other notes repine,
A different object do these eyes require:
My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine;

Where strongest elm can scarce support the vine,
And sweetest flowers enameled have the ground;
Where Muses dwell; and yet hereat repine

Hush, not a voice is here! but why repine,
Now when the star of eve comes forth to shine

That then I seem not to repine;
I would not fools should overhear
One sigh that should be wholly thine.