Poems with rhymes of tries

Lives for the world he tries
To help--he lives eternally.
A good man never dies.

In vain, alas! poor Strephon tries
To ease his tortured breast,
Since Amoret the cure denies,

A look of dull surprise;
A nerveless idle hand:
An eye which never tries

Now sundry essences in turn he tries,
Distilled from all that golden dust supplies--

Lo! vain is the hand that tries
To cover the crimson stain:
It spreads like a plague, and cries

But when I saw that look come in his eyes,
Well - you know what it is when your dog tries

But now the world has grown so wise
It does without the fairies’ aid;
And who can find a prince that tries

Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,
Who's pappy's darlin' an' who's pappy's chile?
Who is it all de day nevah once tries

That busy archer his sharp arrows tries!
Sure, if that long-with love-acquainted eyes

From the world's hand which tries
To tear you apart
You have stolen the falcon's eyes

Life's wot yeh make it; an' the bloke 'oo tries
To grab the shinin' stars frum out the skies

A penny for three tries!'
Some threw and lost, some threw and won
A ten-a-penny prize.

To push, and pierce, besides—
That if the Flesh resist the Heft—
The puncture—coolly tries—

And bite his pen, and lift his eyes
As if he thinks to find in air
The wished-for following words, or tries

To find the end, or object tries,
Of the long path that still before him lies.

And when the Enemy General tries
To make him tell where his General lies,

His horses' strength he tries,
In hope to reach the river
Before the flood shall rise.

And often to assault me tries;
When Jesus is my shield and song,
Abashed the wolf before me flies.

He, when each double and disguise
To baffle the pursuit he tries,

In vain to frisk or climb he tries;
The huntsmen seize the grinning prize.