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Moonlight

The Doge's daughter: Ariadne: Carmen Britannicum, or The song of Britain: Angelica, or The rape of Proteus: By Edward, Lord Thurlow
Thurlow, Edward Hovell-Thurlow (1781-1829)

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MOONLIGHT: WITH OTHER POEMS.
  
[dedication]
  
MOONLIGHT.
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SEVERAL COPIES OF VERSES.
  
LINES ON THE VICTORY OF CAPTAIN SIR PHILIP BOWES VERE BROKE, BARONET,
  
TO ROBERT SMIRKE, ESQ.
  
VIRGIL'S GHOST.
  
TO ITALY, ON THE DIVINE SINGING OF MADAME CATALANI.
  
THE ORANGE TREE:
  
TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, THE PRINCE OF ORANGE AND NASSAU, SOVEREIGN PRINCE OF THE NETHERLANDS.
  
TO JOHN, LORD ELDON, LORD HIGH CHANCELLOR OF GREAT BRITAIN, HIGH STEWARD OF THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD.
  
WRITTEN ON THE THIRTY-FIRST DAY OF DECEMBER.
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THE DOGE'S DAUGHTER:
  
[dedication]
  
[epigraph]
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THE DOGE'S DAUGHTER.
 I. 
CANTO I.
 II. 
CANTO II.
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SONGS.
  
AN ANGLER'S SONG.
  
A SECOND ANGLER'S SONG.
  
THE EPILOGUE.
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ARIADNE:
  
[dedication]
  
[preface]
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ARIADNE.
 I. 
PART THE FIRST.
 II. 
PART THE SECOND.
 3. 
PART THE THIRD.
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CARMEN BRITANNICUM:
  
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, THE EARL BATHURST, LORD APSLEY, ONE OF HIS MAJESTY'S PRINCIPAL SECRETARIES OF STATE, &c. &c. &c.
  
CARMEN BRITANNICUM:
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ANGELICA;
  
[dedication]
  
ANGELICA;
  
A SCENE, IN AN EVENING BAY.
  
A Passage in “Angelica,” since otherwise written.
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OCCASIONAL VERSES.
  
A SONG OF THE SEA-FAIRIES.
  
ANOTHER SONG OF THE SEA-FAIRIES.
  
TO THE AMIABLE, AND LEARNED HISTORIAN, AND ANTIQUARY, JOHN NICHOLLS, ESQ. F.A.S.
  
[Give me, O God, be this my constant prayer]

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TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, THE PRINCE OF ORANGE AND NASSAU, SOVEREIGN PRINCE OF THE NETHERLANDS.

Thy Sov'reign honour, and thy kingly sway,
Well blazon'd by the artful poet's song,
Shall save thee, Orange, from th' unnumber'd throng,
That, like the leaves of Autumn, flit away,
Call'd by sad death, to be Oblivion's prey,
And over-heap'd by Time's invidious wrong:
Ah me, how many, thy sweet peers among
Shall wail, lamenting, for their natal day!
But thou, a star, that from the briny foam
Is finely lighted in the sparkling morn,
Shall burn in glory to thy sacred home,
And the wild air, and ocean well adorn:
I, first of poets, 'mid the darkling gloom,
Saw thee to light and fine distinction born!
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