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A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes

Dodsley, Robert (1703-1764)

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RURAL ELEGANCE:

Inscription near a Sheep-cote. 1745.

NANCY of the VALE.

ODE to INDOLENCE, 1750.

ODE to HEALTH, 1730.

To a LADY of QUALITY,

UPON A VISIT to the same in Winter, 1748.

An irregular ODE after Sickness, 1749.

ANACREONTIC, 1738.

ODE. Written 1739.

LOVE SONGS, written between the Year 1737 and 1743.

The Rape of the Trap, a Ballad; written at College, 1736.

The CEREMONIAL.

The Beau to the Virtuosos; alluding to a Proposal for the Publication of a Set of Butterflies.

VERSES to a FRIEND.

Written at an INN on a particular Occasion.

The Price of an EQUIPAGE.

The Extent of COOKERY.

The Progress of Advice. A common Case.

SLENDER's GHOST.

VERSES to a Writer of RIDDLES.

To Lady Fane on her Grotto at Basilden. 1746.

The Pepper-box and Salt-seller.

Written near BATH. 1755.

Verses to William Shenstone, Esq;

VALENTINE's Day.

The Scavengers. A Town Eclogue.

HAMLET's Soliloquy, Imitated.

Transcrib'd from the Rev. Mr. Pixel's Parsonage Garden near Birmingham, 1757.

MALVERN SPA, 1757.

Some Reflections upon hearing the Bell toll for the Death of a Friend.

The ROBIN: An Elegy.

UT PICTURA POESIS.

On J. W. ranging PAMPHLETS.

To a Gentleman, on the Birth-day of his first Son.

On two Friends born on the same Day.

A WINTER THOUGHT.

VERSES spoken at Westminster School.

A LETTER to Sir Robert Walpole.

An EPISTLE from the Elector of Bavaria to the French King, after the Battle of Ramillies.

To the Duke of MARLBOROUGH

An ODE on Miss Harriet Hanbury at Six Years old.

A SONG Upon Miss Harriet Hanbury, address'd to the Rev. Mr. Birt.

To Mr. Garnier and Mr. Pearce of Bath.

ODE to DEATH. Translated from the French of the King of Prussia.

The Hymns of DIONYSIUS: Translated from the Greek.

A Satire in the Manner of Persius, in a Dialogue between Atticus and Eugenio.

To Mrs. BINDON at Bath.

Mrs. BINDON's Answer.

Sir CHARLES's Reply.

To a LADY, who sent Compliments to a Clergyman upon the Ten of Hearts.

The Bee, the Ant, and the Sparrow:

ODE on a STORM.

WOODSTOCK PARK. A Poem.

A Fit of the SPLEEN.

HYMN to Miss LAURENCE, in the Pump-Room. Bath, 1753.

A Letter to Corinna from a Captain in Country Quarters.

The Bears and Bees. A FABLE.

The CAMELION: A Fable after Monsieur de la Motte.

Immortality: or, the Consolation of Human Life. A Monody.

To the Memory of a GENTLEMAN, who died on his Travels to Rome.

Captain T--- of Battereau's Regiment in the Isle of Skie to Captain P--- at Fort Augustus.

To Mr. J. H. at the Temple, occasioned by a Translation of an Epistle of Horace. 1730.

To the Rev. Mr. J. S. 1731.

Answer to the foregoing, 1731. By J. S.

CUPID and CHLOE.

The Poet to his false Mistress.

On Mr. ---, Schoolmaster at ---.

KAMBROMYOMAXIA:

Verses under the Prints of Mr. Hogarth's Rake's Progress, 1735.

On the Friendship of two young Ladies, 1730.

CHLOE's unknown Likeness, 1738.

The BIRD of Passage, 1749.

Verses said to be fixed on the Gate of the Louvre at Paris. 1751.

CHLOE resolved. A BALLAD,

EPILOGUE to Shakespear's first Part of King Henry IV.

PROLOGUE to COMUS,

EPIGRAMS from MARTIAL.

A very gallant Copy of Verses, (but somewhat silly) upon the Ladies, and their fine Cloaths at a Ball.

Another on the same Subject, written with more Judgment, but fewer good Manners.

The Brewer's Coachman.

FEMALE CAUTION.

GRACE and NATURE.

A Fragment of CHAUCER.

Upon an Alcove, now at Parson's Green.

The COUNTRY PARSON.

Ode to Venus, from her Votaries of the Street.

The POET's IMPORTANCE.

To Polly Laurence, quitting the Pump.

ODE, to a LADY in LONDON.

ODE to CYNTHIA.

ODE to a THRUSH.

A POEM to the Memory of Thomas, late Marquiss of Wharton, Lord Privy Seal.

Paraphrase upon a French SONG.

THE TOMB of Shakespear. A VISION.

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EPIGRAM XV. To Clarissa.

Why like a tyrant wilt thou reign,
When thou may'st rule the willing mind?
Can the poor pride of giving pain
Repay the joys that wait the kind?
I curse my fond enduring heart,
Which scorn'd presumes not to be free,
Condemn'd to feel a double smart,
To hate myself, and burn for thee.