Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. III. [The second edition]. London: printed for G. Pearch, 1770. 4v. ; 8⁰. (ESTC T116245; DMI 1136; OTA K093079.003)
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- A COLLECTION OF POEMS IN FOUR VOLUMES.
- MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS: AN ELEGY. / William Julius Mickle
- HENGIST AND MEY: A BALLAD. / William Julius Mickle
- KNOWLEDGE: AN ODE. / William Julius Mickle
- POLLIO: AN ELEGIAC ODE. / William Julius Mickle
- EPIGRAM ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR OF THE NOTE ON THE FOLLOWING LINES OF POPE. / Samuel Henley
- THE SHAFT. / Samuel Henley
- IRIS TO PHILUS. / Samuel Henley
- LOVE ELEGY. / Samuel Henley
- INSCRIPTION UNDER THE SHADE OF A LADY, GIVEN BY HER TO THE AUTHOR. / Samuel Henley
- TO COLONEL R—S. / Anonymous
- TO A LADY, WITH AN ETUI. / Anonymous
- TO THE SAME, AFTER HAVING RECEIVED FROM HER, FOR A WATCH, A HEART WROUGHT WITH HER OWN HAIR, AND INCLUDING HER NAME, AFFECTEDLY INCLOSED IN A NUMBER OF COVERS. / Anonymous
- TO THE SAME, WITH SHENSTONE'S WORKS, AFTER HAVING VISITED THE LEASOWES TOGETHER. / Anonymous
- THE HERMIT. / James Beattie
- DEATH: A POETICAL ESSAY. / Beilby Porteus
- THE DAY OF JUDGMENT: A POETICAL ESSAY. / Robert Glynn (later Clobery)
- TO A LADY GOING TO BATHE IN THE SEA. / George Keate
- PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY OF KING JOHN, ACTED AT MR. NEWCOMB'S, AT HACKNEY, IN MARCH MDCCLXIX. / George Keate
- EPILOGUE TO THE SAME PLAY. SPOKEN BY CONSTANCE. / George Keate
- INSCRIPTION IN AN ARBOUR. PROCUL ESTE PROFANI! / Philip Parsons
- ODE TO THE NEW YEAR, 1769. / Peter Cunningham
- THE CONTENTED PHILOSOPHER. / Peter Cunningham
- IL BELLICOSO. MDCCXLIV. / William Mason
- ODE AT THE INSTALLATION OF HIS GRACE AUGUSTUS HENRY FITZROY, DUKE OF GRAFTON, CHANCELLOR OF THE UNIVERSITY. JULY 1, MDCCLXIX. / Thomas Gray
- THE FATAL SISTERS: AN ODE. / Thomas Gray
- THE DESCENT OF ODIN: AN ODE. / Thomas Gray
- THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN: A FRAGMENT. / Thomas Gray
- AN INVITATION TO THE FEATHERED RACE, MDCCLXIII. WRITTEN AT CLAVERTON, NEAR BATH. / Richard Graves
- UNDER AN HOUR-GLASS, IN A GROTTO NEAR THE WATER AT CLAVERTON. / Richard Graves
- ON THE ANCIENT CITY OF BATH. WRITTEN ON THE FINISHING THE CIRCUS. / Richard Graves
- A FATHER's ADVICE TO HIS SON. / John Gilbert Cooper
- ON THE MUCH LAMENTED DEATH OF THE MARQUIS OF TAVISTOCK. / Christopher Anstey
- THE PLEASURES OF CONTEMPLATION. / Mary Darwall (née Whateley)
- LIBERTY: AN ELEGY. / Mary Darwall (née Whateley)
- HYMN TO SOLITUDE. / Mary Darwall (née Whateley)
- ODE TO MAY. / Mary Darwall (née Whateley)
- THE PRAISES OF ISIS; A POEM. WRITTEN MDCCLV. / Charles Emily
- LIFE: AN ODE. / John Hawkesworth
- A MORAL THOUGHT. / John Hawkesworth
- EPISTLE FROM LORD WILLIAM RUSSEL TO WILLIAM LORD CAVENDISH. / George Canning
- A BIRTH-DAY OFFERING TO A YOUNG LADY. FROM HER LOVER. / George Canning
- AN ELEGY. / Anonymous
- A SONG. / John Ogilvie
- THE TULIP AND LILY. / James Barclay
- THE INVITATION. / James Barclay
- THE METAMORPHOSE. / James Barclay
- THE SINE QUÔ NON. / James Barclay
- TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE EARL OF CHESTERFIELD. ON HIS LATE RECOVERY FROM A DANGEROUS ILLNESS. / Walter Harte
- EPITAPH ON MRS. SARAH MENCE. / Walter Harte
- KYMBER: A MONODY. / Robert Potter
- ODE TO HEALTH. / Isaac Hawkins Browne
- SWEETNESS: AN ODE. / Rev. Mr. Robertson
- TO FLORELLA, PUTTING ON A FLOWERED HAT, / Rev. Mr. Robertson
- BARREAUX's CELEBRATED SONNET. / Rev. Mr. Robertson (translator)
- MONODY TO THE MEMORY OF A YOUNG LADY. / Cuthbert Shaw
- AN EVENING ADDRESS TO A NIGHTINGALE. / Cuthbert Shaw
- THE DEATH OF ARACHNE, AN HEROI-COMI-TRAGIC-POEM. / John Hawkesworth
- STUDLEY. TO MISS B— F—. / Anonymous
- AN ODE. / Samuel Johnson
- THE MIDSUMMER WISH. / John Hawkesworth
- AUTUMN: AN ODE, / John Hawkesworth
- WINTER: AN ODE. / John Hawkesworth
- THE WINTER's WALK. / Samuel Johnson
- A SONG. / Samuel Johnson
- AN EVENING ODE. TO STELLA. / Samuel Johnson
- THE NATURAL BEAUTY. TO STELLA. / Samuel Johnson
- THE VANITY OF WEALTH: AN ODE. / Samuel Johnson
- TO MISS —, ON HER GIVING THE AUTHOR A GOLD AND SILK NETWORK PURSE OF HER OWN WEAVING. / Samuel Johnson
- A TRANSLATION OF THE LATIN EPITAPH ON SIR THOMAS HANMER. / Samuel Johnson
- TO MISS —, ON HER PLAYING UPON THE HARPSICORD IN A ROOM HUNG WITH SOME FLOWER-PIECES OF HER OWN PAINTING. / Samuel Johnson
- TO MYRTILIS. THE NEW YEAR'S OFFERING. / Anonymous
- THE THREE WARNINGS: A TALE. / Hester Lynch Piozzi (née Salusbury; other married name Thrale)
- THE EXCURSION. / Anonymous
- ALEXIS: A PASTORAL BALLAD. / Anonymous
- SONNET TO A ROBIN-RED-BREAST. / Hester Mulso Chapone
- ODE TO CONTENT. / Joseph Cockfield
- ODE TO SOLITUDE. / Joseph Cockfield
- ODE TO HEALTH. / Joseph Cockfield
- EPITAPH ON A SCHOOLFELLOW. / Joseph Cockfield
- SONNET. OCCASIONED BY LEAVING B—R—N, JULY 1755. THE AUTHOR TELLING THE LADIES “HE LOOKED UPON HIMSELF IN A WORSE SITUATION THAN ADAM BANISH'D PARADISE,” WAS ENJOINED BY THEM TO EXPRESS THE SAME IN RHIME. / Thomas Percy
- ODE. / Thomas Fitzgerald
- SONNET ON ARBITRARY GOVERNMENT. / John Scott
- INSCRIPTION FOR A ROOT-HOUSE. / Joseph Cockfield
- PROLOGUE. / Arthur Murphy
- EPILOGUE. / David Garrick
- ON LAURA's GRAVE. / Anonymous
- SONNET. TO A LADY OF INDISCREET VIRTUE. / Thomas Percy
- THE SHEPHERD's INVITATION: A SONG.
- THE NYMPH's ANSWER.
- A POEM.
- IN IMITATION OF MARLOE.
- MORNING. / John Cunningham
- ON MAY. WRITTEN IN APRIL MDCCLXI. / John Cunningham
- END OF THE THIRD VOLUME.
- INDEX TO THE THIRD VOLUME.
- MARY, Queen of Scots, an Elegy. Page 1
- Hengist and Mey, a Ballad. By the Author of the Concubine. 11
- Knowledge, an Ode. By the same. 19
- Epigram addressed to the Author of the Note in Pope's Works. By the Rev. Mr. Henley. 34
- The Shaft. By the same. 35
- Iris to Philus. By the same. 36
- Love Elegy. By the same. 38
- Inscription under the Shade of a Lady. By the same. 40
- To Colonel R—s. By S— B—, Esq. 41
- To a Lady with an Etui. By the same. 44
- To the same, after having received a Heart wrought with her own Hair for a Watch. By the same. 45
- The Hermit. By —. 47
- Death, a Poetical Essay. By Dr. Porteus. 49
- The Day of Judgment, a Poetical Essay. By Dr. Glynn. 61
- To a Lady going to bathe in the Sea. By George Keat, Esq. 72
- Prologue to the Play of King John. By the same. 74
- Epilogue to the same Play. By the same. 76
- [Page]Inscription in an Arbour. Page 78
- Ode to the New Year. By Mr. Peter Cunninghame. 79
- The Contented Philosopher. By the same. 82
- Il Bellicoso, 1744. By Mr. Mason. 86
- Ode at the Installation of the Duke of Grafton. By Mr. Gray. 93
- The Fatal Sisters, an Ode. By the same. 98
- The Descent of Odin, an Ode. By the same. 101
- The Triumph of Owen, a Fragment. By the same. 105
- Invitation to the Feathered Race, 1763. By the Rev. Mr. Graves. 107
- Written under an Hour-Glass. By the same. 109
- On the antient City of Bath, written on the finishing the Circus. By the same. 110
- A Father's Advice to his Son. By J. G. Cooper, Esq. 112
- On the much-lamented Death of the Marquis of Tavistock. By Mr. A—l. 117
- The Pleasures of Contemplation. By Miss Whately. 120
- Liberty, an Elegy. By the same. 124
- Hymn to Solitude. By the same. 126
- Ode to May. By the same. 129
- The Praises of Isis, a Poem. By Charles Emily, Esq. 131
- Life, an Ode. By Dr. Hawkesworth. 143
- A Moral Thought. By the same. 146
- Epistle from Lord William Russel to William Lord Cavendish. By George Canning, Esq. 147
- A Birth-Day Offering to a Young Lady. By the same. 162
- An Elegy. By Sir —. 167
- A Song. By Dr. Ogilvie. 170
- The Tulip and Lily. By Mr. B — y. 171
- The Invitation. By the same. 175
- The Metamorphose. By the same. 178
- The Sine Quô Non. By the same. 179
- To the Right Hon. the Earl of Chesterfield, on his late Recovery from a dangerous Illness. By the Rev. Mr. Walter Harte. 181
- [Page]Epitaph on Mrs. Sarah Mence. By the same. Page 183
- Kimber, a Monody. By Mr. Potter. 184
- Ode to Health. By J. H. B. Esq. 199
- Sweetness, an Ode, inscribed to Cleora. By the Rev. Mr. Robertson. 202
- To Florella, putting on a Flowered Hat. By the same. 205
- Barreaux's celebrated Sonnet translated. By the same. 206
- Monody to the Memory of a young Lady. By Mr. C. Shaw. 208
- An Evening Address to a Nightingale. By the same. 218
- The Death of Arachne, an Heroi-comi-tragic Poem. By —. 223
- Studley-Park, to Miss B — F —. By —. 231
- An Ode to Spring. By S — J —, LL.D. 236
- The Midsummer Wish. By the same. 238
- Autumn; an Ode. By the same. 240
- Winter; an Ode. By the same. 242
- The Winter's Walk. By the same. 244
- A Song. By the same. 245
- An Evening Ode, to Stella. By the same. 246
- The natural Beauty, to Stella. By the same. 247
- The Vanity of Wealth, an Ode. By the same. 249
- To Miss —, on her giving the Author a gold and silver Network Purse of her own Weaving. By the same. 250
- A Translation of the Latin Epitaph on Sir Thomas Hanmer. By the same. 251
- To Miss —, on her playing upon the Harpsicord in a Room hung with some Flower-pieces of her own Painting. By the same. 253
- To Myrtillis, the New-Year's Offering. 255
- The Three Warnings, a Tale. By Mrs. Thrale. 258
- The Excursion. By —. 262
- Alexis; a Pastoral Ballad By a Lady. 269
- Sonnet; to a Robin Red Breast. By Miss M —. 275
- Ode to Content. By J — C —. 276
- Ode to Solitude. By the same. 277
- [Page]Ode to Health. By J — C —. Page 278
- Epitaph on a Schoolfellow. By the same. 280
- Sonnet. By the same. 281
- Ode. 282
- Sonnet; on Arbitrary Government. By J — S —. 283
- Inscription for a Root-House. By —. 284
- Prologue. By A. Murphy, Esq. 285
- Epilogue. By D. Garrick, Esq. 286
- On Laura's Grave. 288
- Sonnet, to a Lady of indiscreet Virtue. By T — P —. 289
- The Shepherd's Invitation, a Song. By Christopher Marloe. 290
- The Nymph's Answer. By Sir Walter Raleigh. 292
- A Poem. By the same. 293
- In Imitation of Marloe. 295
- Morning. By J. Cunningham. 297
- Noon. By the same. 299
- Evening. By the same. 301
- On May. By the same. 303
A COLLECTION of POEMS.
VOL. III.
A COLLECTION OF POEMS IN FOUR VOLUMES.
BY SEVERAL HANDS.
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LONDON: Printed for G. PEARCH, No. 12, CHEAPSIDE. MDCCLXX.
THE SHEPHERD's INVITATION: A SONG.
COME live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, or hill, or field,
Or wood, or steepy mountain yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown, made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Slippers lin'd choicely for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw, and ivy buds,
With coral clasps, and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
Thy silver dishes for thy meat,
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall, on an ivory table, be
Prepar'd each day for thee and me.
The shepherd-swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.
THE NYMPH's ANSWER.
IF all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.
But Time drives flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb,
The rest complain of cares to come.
The flowers that bloom in wanton field
To wayward Winter reckoning yield;
A honey-tongue, a heart of gall,
Is Fancy's spring, but Sorrow's fall.
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,
In Folly ripe, in Reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps, and amber studs,
All these in me no mind can move
To come to thee, and be thy love.
What should we talk of dainties then,
Of better meat than's fit for men?
These are but vain; that's only good
Which God hath blest, and sent for food.
But could Youth last, and Love still breed,
Had Joy no date, and Age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and be thy love.
A POEM.
SHALL I, like an hermit, dwell
On a rock, or in a cell,
Calling home the smallest part
That is missing of my heart,
To bestow it where I may
Meet a rival every day?
If she undervalues me,
What care I how fair she be?
Were her tresses angel gold;
If a stranger may be bold,
Unrebuked, unafraid,
To convert them to a brayde,
And, with little more a-do,
Work them into bracelets too;
If the mine be grown so free,
What care I how rich it be?
Were her hands as rich a prize
As her hairs, or precious eyes;
If she lay them out to take
Kisses for good-manners sake;
And let every lover skip
From her hand unto her lip;
If she seem not chaste to me,
What care I how chaste she be?
No; she must be perfect snow,
In effect as well as show,
Warming but as snow-balls do,
Not like fire by burning too;
But when she by change hath got
To her heart a second lot;
Then, if others share with me,
Farewell her, whate'er she be.
IN IMITATION OF MARLOE.
COME live with me, and be my dear,
And we will revel all the year,
In plains and groves, on hills and dales,
Where fragrant air breeds sweetest gales.
There shall you have the beauteous pine,
The cedar, and the spreading vine,
And all the woods to be a screen,
Lest Phoebus kiss my summer's green.
The seat of your disport shall be
Over some river in a tree,
Where silver sands and pebbles sing
Eternal ditties to the spring.
There shall you see the Nymphs at play,
And how the Satyrs spend the day;
The fishes gliding on the sands,
Offering their bellies to your hands.
The birds, with heavenly-tuned throats,
Possess wood's echo with sweet notes,
Which to your senses will impart
A music to enflame the heart.
Upon the bare and leafless oak,
The ring-dove's wooings will provoke
A colder blood than you possess
To play with me, and do no less.
[Page 296]In bowers of laurel, trimly dight,
We will outwear the silent night,
While Flora busy is to spread
Her richest treasure on our bed.
Ten thousand glow-worms shall attend,
And all their sparkling lights shall spend,
All to adorn and beautify
Your lodging with more majesty.
Then in my arms will I enclose
Lilies fair mixture with the rose;
Whose nice perfections in Love's play
Shall tune me to the highest key.
Thus as we pass the welcome night,
In sportful pleasure and delight,
The nimble Fairies on the ground,
Shall dance and sing melodious sounds,
If these may serve for to entice
Your presence to Love's Paradise,
Then come with me, and be my dear,
And we will strait begin the year.
END OF THE THIRD VOLUME.