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Poems on Several Occasions

In Two Volumes. By Mr. Joseph Mitchell

(1684-1738)

AN ODE ON THE Power of Musick.

AN ODE, ON BUCHANAN.

THE Charms of Indolence.

THE CUDGEL:

CANTO I.

THE JUDGMENT OF HERCULES.

JONAH,

Psalm the 139th.

Isaiah, Chapter 13.

A Familiar Epistle, TO Major Richardson Pack,

THE DOLEFUL SWAINS:

INSTRUCTIONS TO THE MUSE.

To the Right Honourable JAMES CRAGGS, Esq;

AN ODE On receiving a Wreath of Bays from OPHELIA.

On OPHELIA.

To OPHELIA, With the Power of Beauty.

A Memorial to Virtue, Unfinished.

An ODE,

To the Right Honourable CHARLES, Earl of Lauderdale, &c.

To His Grace JOHN, Duke of Argyle and Greenwich.

VERSES,

AN EPITAPH ON A GLUTTON.

To an Humourist, who married a most ugly super annuated Maid.

TO Aaron Hill, Esq

TO Sir Richard Steel.

A POETICAL DREAM,

To the Right Honourable John Earl of Stair,

MITCHELL, Solus,

To the Right Honourable John Earl of Stair.

THE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT,

To the Right Honourable John Earl of Stair,

An ANACREONTIQUE, To the Right Honourable John Earl of Stair:

TO Dr. Arbuthnot,

BOLD COUNSEL,

VERSES To the Right Honourable the Lady Sommerville,

VERSES Occasion'd by the Death of The Right Honourable the Countess of Grantham.

PETER:

CANTO I.

EPITAPH For the Tomb of an Infant, miscarried before it had received the Breath of Life.

II.

VOL. II.

[dedication]

Congratulatory Verses To His Excellency Joseph Mitchell, Esq;

THE SINE-CURE: A Poetical PETITION To the Right Honourable ROBERT WALPOLE, Esq;

AN ODE To the Right Honourable Sir ROBERT WALPOLE, Knight of the Most Honourable Order of the Bath;

THE SUBSCRIPTION:

TO THE Right Honourable The Lord Viscount KILLMOREY.

THE SHOE-HEEL:

EPILOGUE TO THE Spanish Fryar.

POLTIS, King of Thrace;

A Lilliputian ODE ON CLARA's Dog.

THE Vicar and Waggoner.

Miss Charlote at Church.

THE TOTNESS ADDRESS, VERSIFIED.

EPITAPH ON ROGER SIZER,

EPITAPH ON Madam MARIA JANE,

AN ODE

RATHO;

To their Most Excellent MAJESTIES,

An ANSWER.

AN ANACREONTIC TO THE Right Honourable Philip Earl of Chesterfield,

A Picture of HYMEN, OR Matrimony A-la-mode:

VERSES To the Memory of JOHN CLARK, Esq

OF Seigniora CUZZONI's VOICE and FACE.

TO Seigniora Cuzzoni.

[Ye Commons and Peers]

TO A LADY, playing with a Clouded Fan.

SYLVIA's MOAN.

AN ODE ON Mr. W---r's Birth-Day, July 14.

TO Sir RICHARD STEELE;

VERSES ON THE DEATH of Mr. S---.

THE RECANTATION.

VERSES TO A Gentleman who was charm'd with OPHELIA's Person.

TO OPHELIA,

THE REVENGE, TO MARIANA.

Two Questions answer'd by Two Ladies at a Ball, Versified.

TO Mr. THOMSON, The Author of WINTER.

A Sunday EPISTLE TO CREW OFFLY, Esq;

TO Mr. A--- D---,

TO THE Right Honourable ---

VERSES ON A Friend's MARRIAGE.

TO A Right Honourable Grumbletonian.

EPITAPH

CATHOLICK BRASS; OR, THE Power of Impudence:

ET CÆTERA.

THE PATRIOT.

TO LUCINDA.

STANZA's (Publish'd in the Daily Journal.) On Reading the DUNCIAD.

To the Author of STANZA's, On Reading the DUNCIAD.

ON CLARISSA.

Political POETRY.

A PICTURE Of the RISE and FALL of a STATESMAN.

A DIALOGUE Between the Right Honourable A. and B.

A Monumental ODE, To the Virtuous Memory of Dr. Walsh of Worcestershire

A SONG.

To the Right Honourable Sir ROBERT WALPOLE,

THE Battle of Otterburn.

THE TINKER.

A SONG TO CELIA.

Poetick FAITH.

[Judgment, and Virtue bear my soaring Wing]

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SYLVIA's MOAN.

As Sylvia in a Forest lay,
To vent her Woe, alone,
Her Swain, Sylvander, came that Way,
And heard her dying Moan.

I

“Ah! Is my Love (she said) to you
“So worthless and so vain?
“Why is your wonted Fondness, now,
“Converted to Disdain?

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II

“You vow'd, the Day shou'd Darkness turn,
“Ere you'd exchange your Love:
“In Shades, may, now, Creation mourn,
“Since you unfaithful prove.

III

“Was it for this, I Credit gave,
“To ev'ry Oath you swore?
“But, ah! I find they most deceive,
“Who most pretend to adore.

IV

“'Tis plain, your Drift was all Deceit,
“The Practice of Mankind!
“Alas! I see it—but too late!
“My Love had made me blind.

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V

“What Cause, Sylvander, have I giv'n
“For Cruelty, so great?
“Yes—for your Sake, I slighted Heav'n,
“And hugg'd you into Hate.

VI

“For you, delighted, I cou'd die;
“But, oh! with Grief I'm fill'd:
“To think that credulous, constant I,
“Shou'd, by your Scorn, be kill'd.

VII

“But what avail my sad Complaints,
“While you my Case neglect!
“My wailing inward Sorrow vents,
“Without the wish'd Effect.

This said—all breathless, sick, and pale,
Her Head upon her Hand;

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She found her vital Spirits fail,
And Senses at a stand.

Sylvander, then, began to melt—
But, ere the Word was given,
The heavy Hand of Death she felt,
And sigh'd her Soul to Heav'n.