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Poems on Several Occasions

Byles, Mather (1707-1788)

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The Almighty Conqueror.

The GOD of Tempest.

The Complaint and the Consolation.

The Altogether Lovely.

The Comparison, the Choice, and the Enjoyment.

On a very profane Compliment in a noble and devout Poem.

HYMN to CHRIST for our Regeneration and Resurrection.

GOLIAH'S Defeat. In the Manner of Lucan.

ODE, for Palatine Tune.

Written in Milton's PARADISE LOST.

To the Memory of a young Commander slain in a Battle with the Indians, 1724.

Written in Dr. Watt's Poems; given to a young Lady.

An Elegy address'd to His Excellency Governour BELCHER: On the Death of his Brother-in-Law, the Honourable Daniel Oliver, Esq;

To a Friend, on the Death of a Relative.

To an ingenious young Gentleman, on his dedicating a Poem to the Author.

The Bloom of Life, fading in a happy Death.

A Poem on the Death of King George I. And Accession of King George II.

To His Excellency Governour Burnet, on his Arrival at Boston.

To His Excellency Governour BELCHER, on the Death of His LADY.

To Pollio, on his preparing for the Press a Treatise against the Romish Church.

On the Death of the Queen.

To the Reverend Dr. WATTS, on his Divine POEMS.

To Pictorio, on the Sight of his Pictures.

The following Epigram was written upon a Pile of Building, erected in Paris by Louis XIVth after the Peace with Queen Anne.

The Conflagration.

Added by a Friend, upon reading the foregoing.

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On a very profane Compliment in a noble and devout Poem.

Ah! Cease, vain Muse, forbear thy hardy Lays,
Nor urge the Thunder on thy guilty Bays,

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How durst thou thus debase the Saviour's Blood,
And raise a Mortal o'er the Throne of GOD:
Melodiously-Profane, prefer his Name,
And, gay in Eloquence, thy Judge blaspheme?
O'er the black Lines remain perpetual Gloom,
And Flames, and deep Oblivion be the Doom.
Round the dire Rant shall sudden Lightnings rage,
And kindling Vengeance blast the impious Page.
So when th' Arch-Angel left his heav'nly Song,
And mock'd his Maker with a Seraph's Tongue,
Messiah, terrible in Wrath! arose,
And hurl'd him down to Hell's tremendous Woes,
Where Seas of fire with roaring Storms refound,
And endless Darkness spreads its brooding Horrors round.