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The Wiccamical Chaplet

a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford

Huddesford, George (1749-1809)

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SMALLER POEMS, AND ODES.

VERSES,

THE LOVE OF OUR COUNTRY.

ODE, WRITTEN AT THE FOOT OF SNOWDON,

ODE, ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND,

ODE, TO AN ANGRY MISTRESS.

ODE TO A COUNSEL IN SOUTH WALES,

ODE TO THE CROW.

ODE TO THE LYRIC MUSE.

ELEGIES, AND PLAINTIVE PIECES.

ELEGY, IMITATED FROM FLAMINIUS, Lib. iv. Page 18.

A HERMIT'S MEDITATION.

THE MONCKIS COMPLAYNTE TO ALMA MATER,

TO ELIZA.

ANSWER To the foregoing Address.

MAISTER J. HARTELIBE HIS ELEGIE On the Dethe of that most perfect Paragon of Beauty Mrs. S. Monimie.

STANZAS WRITTEN IN AN HERMITAGE.

THE LOVER

ON THE DEATH OF Dr. GREGORY, Professor of Physic at Edinburgh.

UNFINISHED ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF Dr. WILLIAM HAYES, Late Professor of Music in the University of Oxford.

NUGÆ POETICÆ, &c.

ANTHOLOGIA.

TRANSLATION.

ANACREONTIC, FROM JULIANUS ÆGYPTIUS.

TRANSLATION.

EX ANTHOL.

CARPHYLIDÆ. Ex Anthob. III. i. 6. Brunck. II. 401.

ANACREON, ODE I.

SONG, BY GEORGE WITHER.

LOOSE TRANSLATION,

EX ANTHOL.

FROM MILTON's EPITAPHIUM DAMONIS.

ANACREONTIC.

SONNETS.

SONNET I. THE WORLD.

II.

SONNET II. FROM THE ITALIAN.

III.

SONNET III. TO Mr. WARTON,

IV.

SONNET IV. ON THE AUTHOR's BIRTH-DAY.

SONNET V. TO LAURA.

VI.

SONNET VI. THE RETURN OF LAURA.

VII.

SONNET VII. TO VALCLUSA.

VIII.

SONNET VIII. IMITATION FROM FAUSTINA MARATTI.

IX.

SONNET IX. ON DOVER CLIFFS.

SONNET X. TO AN OAK Blown down by the Wind.

XI.

SONNET XI. MORNING.

XII.

SONNET XII. TO BOCCACCIO.

XIII.

SONNET XIII. INSANIENTIS DUM SAPIENTIÆ.

XIV.

SONNET XIV. TO AN INFANT.

XV.

SONNET XV. RETIREMENT.

XVI.

SONNET XVI. ON A WET SUMMER.

XVII.

SONNET XVII. On a Revolution in the Opinions and Conduct of a Friend, whose Notions were supposed to be a little too free; and who was also supposed to have an Amour with a Lady who sung elegantly.

XVIII.

SONNET XVIII. ON THE DEATH OF THOMAS WARTON.

INSCRIPTIONS AND EPITAPHS.

ON THE SAME.

Inscribed beneath the Picture of an ASS.

EPITAPH ON AN INFIRM OLD LADY, Who died aged 96.

INSCRIPTION IN AN ARBOUR.

EPITAPH On a late LIBERAL and LEARNED LIMB OF THE LAW.

AN INSCRIPTION ON AN OBELISK AT LONGFORD IN WILTS, The Seat of the Earl of Radnor,

EPITAPH ON AN OLD MAID IN A COUNTRY VILLAGE.

ON THE SAME.

WRITTEN IN A WINDOW, Under some scandalous Reflections on several Ladies.

INSCRIPTION ON A PANE OF GLASS.

EPITAPH OF AN INJURED LOVER.

INSCRIPTIO URNÆ.

EPITAPH ON A YOUTH.

MONUMENTAL INSCRIPTION.

WRITTEN ON A PANE OF GLASS.

INSCRIPTION FOR THE TOMB OF Mrs. ELIZABETH PIDGEON, Who died suddenly.

INSCRIPTION FOR THE PEDESTAL OF A STATUE OF PRINCE FIELD-MARSHAL SOUWAROFF RIMNISKI ITALISKI.

SONGS AND BALLADS.

SONG TO A LADY

SONG, ON A KISS.

SONG. THE REFLECTION.

THE PARTNERSHIP DISSOLVED.

BACCHANALIAN SONG.

A NEW BALLAD OF DEATH AND THE LADY.

WELL-A-DAY JACK! OR, THE JACK THAT JACK SPLIT.

CRICKET-SONG.

A BALLAD OF SIMILIES.

THE TRIOPTHALMIST, OR THREE-EYED CONNOISSEUR.

THE CAPE HUNT,

MOCK-HEROICAL AND BURLESQUE PIECES, PARODIES, EPIGRAMS, &c.

THE CONQUEST OF QUEBEC,

ON THE NEW GIBBET ON HOUNSLOW HEATH.

THE LAUREATE's ODE, 1771.

THE PLAGIARISM OF THE POET-LAUREATE DETECTED;

OLD WYSCHARD.

ODE, In the Manner of Samuel J*ns*n.

RONDEAU.

ANOTHER ODE TO STELLA.

EPIGRAM,

ODE FOR WILLIAM PRESTON,

EPIGRAM,

BY A YOUNG LADY,

ELEGY ON A FAVOURITE BANTUM,

PARODY,

ROBIN-A-BOBIN,

THE PEPPER-BOX.

A NEW-YEAR'S ODE, 1777.

TIZZY;

ON THE FUNERAL OF MR. ELWES

MISCELLANEOUS PIECES, FRAGMENTS, &c.

FRAGMENT. ON THE DEATH OF GRAY.

ON TWO PUBLICATIONS, INTITLED EDITIONS OF TWO OF OUR POETS.

FRAGMENT. THE TEARS OF THE EAGLE,

FELICITATION

TO A LADY

THE SCUTTLE FISH.

ANSWER TO AN OLD LADY OF OXFORD,

ON A THREAT TO DESTROY THE TREE AT WINCHESTER,

FRAGMENT.

TO A BOY, ROBBING A BIRD'S-NEST.

ON A LADY AND HER SISTER,

TO THE WRITER OF THE “Familiar Epistle to the Author of the History of English Poetry:”

A DRAMATIC VIEW OF THE STATE OF THE AMERICAN QUESTION 1776.

AN EARLY VIEW OF THE SAME QUESTION:

TO THE LADIES,

FRAGMENT.

LINES

ON A CHAPEL Built at Windsor Lodge by William Duke of Cumberland,

THE COMPLAINT OF THE ROSE.

AN ABSOLUTE ACROSTIC,

FRAGMENT.

ON THE Amphibious N. ELLIOT, of Oxford, Shoemaker and Poet.

LINES Inscribed on a Leaf of Lowth's Grammar,

IMITATION

THE SPLEEN.

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ODE, ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND,

On an unexpected Separation.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

D---, in sweet friendship's firmest bands
Link'd to my inmost soul! now pensive Eve
Steals slowly thro' yon misty meads,
What polish'd page of Rome, or wiser Greece,
Say, shall we next enraptur'd turn?
Shall we by murm'ring Mincio rove? or sit
Beneath the darksome pines that Pan
Planted in that Sicilian valley wild,
True region of poetic bliss?
Or in Achilles' loudly-thund'ring car
Be whirl'd o'er Troy's ensanguin'd plain;
Or see him strive Patroclus' shrieking ghost,
Poor unsubstantial shade! to clasp
With eager arms?—But let us never fail
Nightly to visit the soft bard
Best suited to the tender, feeling heart,
Compassion's throne: O joy refin'd!
To watch the big tear from thy meaning eye
Steal secret, while Medea's soul
With jealousy, maternal love, with rage
And haughty indignation fir'd,

Now points the dagger to her smiling babes,
Now, touch'd with nature, hurls away
The deathful steel! Or while Orestes starts
In madness from the opiate couch
Where his fond Pylades for many a day,
And many a bitter night, had watch'd
His limbs convuls'd, and ghastly staring eyes
Fix'd on the Furies! Milder scenes
Invite us next—the grove where Comus built
His magic dome, and Echo heard
The nymph's distress:—or where, in cavern deep
Sweet Melancholy sits, to hear
The bubb'ling brook, or awful bell, or plaint
Of ever-wakeful Philomel.—
Thus with the Muses pass the blissful hours
Till, dearest Youth, snatch'd far away,
In solitude thou leav'st thy weeping Friend.
Who then with cordial looks and smiles
Can lull my cares? To whom can I unfold
My secret breast? Whom else can trust?
Whom else can love? Beneath cold Midnight's gleam
Thy absence will I oft lament,
Stretch'd in thy fav'rite grove, near Itchin's stream,
Close to those ivy'd mould'ring walls,
While the lone Cloysters echo to my woes.