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Poems on Several Occasions

By Jonathan Smedley

Smedley, Jonathan (1671-1729)

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To CLOE,

To BELINDA, Singing.

[Thus said Kingstone, When I die]

On Mr. Welfted's presenting his Ode on the Duke of Marlborough's Apoplexy, to a Celebrated Toast.

The ROVER Fix'd.

To Jacynta, Lamenting at Cloe's Small-Pox.

Neptune to Æolus.

AN EPITAPH Upon His GRACE John Duke of Marlborough:

AN ODE To the Right Honourable the Earl of CADOGAN.

THE Ode-Maker;

A FAMILIAR EPISTLE

OCCASIONED By An ODE TO Earl St---pe.

On His Excellency the Earl of Cadogan's Publick Entry at the Hague, May 28. 1718.

CLOE to Mr. Tickell,

TO Sir RICHARD STEELE,

On Martilla Weeping.

ON A Masqu'd MISTRESS.

CLAUDIAN's Old Man of VERONA.

EPITAPH ON Sir JOHN EDGAR

HOR. Lib. III. Ode 16.

EPIGRAM.

AN EPITAPH ON Isaac Bickerstaff's CAT.

A FAMILIAR EPISTLE

CHESTER TOWN:

ON The Death of a Lap-Dog.

A Certain PREFACE, put into Rhyme.

The POEM Transvers'd.

On a Norfolk PARSON.

On a Big-belly'd Lady, who fell above the Middle in the Water.

AN EPISTLE

To Mrs. A. B.

The Tunbridge Beauty. 1715.

The Mournful Shepherdess.

CUPID in Love.

A Hint from Propertius.

The Fox and Goat.

Fix'd on a Church Door.

HORACE, Epod. II.

ON A Concert of MUSIC.

TO An Ugly OLD MAID.

On the Death of Ranter.

FANCY;

HOR. Lib. III. Ode IX.

HOR. Lib. I. Ode XXVI.

HOR. Lib. IV. Ode XII.

IMITATED

The Ecclesiastical Don Quixote:

Blew-Ey'd NANCY;

The TORY PLOT Unravel'd.

The Second Part.

A Triumphant SONG

ON A MICROSCOPE.

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The ROVER Fix'd.

I

Cloe ! Your Sovereign Charms, I own;
I feel the fatal Smart;
The Glory, YOU can boast, alone,
To fix my wand'ring Heart.

II

Your beauteous Sex, with various Grace,
My Passions, oft, have mov'd;
And now a Shape, and then a Face,
As Fancy led, I lov'd.

III

So, does the Vagrant Bee explore
Each Sweet, that Nature yields;
Lightly, she skims from Flow'r, to Flo'wr,
And ranges all the Fields.

IV

But! You have found the cruel Art
To cure my Roving Mind:
Each Female Beauty You impart;
Your Sex, in One, combin'd.

V

My Eyes disclose my secret Pain;
My constant Sighs discover,
Tho' in deep Silence I remain,
That I am Cloe's Lover.

VI

Irksome, I pass the Hours away,
When banish'd from your Sight;
I languish all the live-long Day;
And all the wakeful Night.

VII

Tell me, ye Learn'd, who study much
The Nature of Mankind;
Why, if I think, or look, or touch,
If she be coy, or kind;

VIII

I feel my Bosom, strangely, move,
Quick Throbbings seize my Breast?
All, that I know, is, That I Love:
Do You explain the rest.