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Poems on Several Occasions

With some Select Essays in Prose. In Two Volumes. By John Hughes; Adorn'd with Sculptures

Hughes, John (1677-1720)

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VOLUME the FIRST.

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VOLUME the SECOND.

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POEMS ON Several Occasions.

DIALOGUE FROM THE French of Monsieur De la Motte.

VENUS and ADONIS,

CANTATA. PASTORAL.

ALEXANDER's FEAST: OR, The Power of Musick .

AN ODE TO THE Creator of the World.

TO Mr. ADDISON,

ADVICE to Mr. POPE.

TO THE MEMORY of Mr. MILTON.

To a Lady, with the Tragedy of CATO.

SERENATA, FOR TWO VOICES. On the Marriage of the Right Honourable the LORD COBHAM to Mrs. ANNE HALSEY.

HORATIUS, In Libro Primo Epistolarum.

HYMN. Sung by the Children of Christ's Hospital, at the Entry of KING GEORGE into London, 1714.

A MONUMENTAL ODE. To the Memory of Mrs. Elizabeth Hughes,

AN Allusion to HORACE. BOOK I. ODE XXII.

AN ODE [FOR TWO VOICES] FOR THE Birth-Day of Her Royal Highness THE PRINCESS of WALES, St. David's Day, the First of March, 1715–16.

ODE To the Right Honourable the Lord Chancellor COWPER . Anno MDCCXVII.

From BOILEAU, In his First Epistle to Lewis XIV .

AN IMAGE OF PLEASURE.

The Second Scene of the First Act of ORESTES, A TRAGEDY.

ON THE BIRTH-DAY Of the Right Honourable The Lord Chancellor Parker .

The XIVth Olympick of Pindar. TO Asopicus of Orchomenus .

Written in a Window at Wallington-House. MDCCXIX.

THE SUPPLEMENT:

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ODE To the Right Honourable the Lord Chancellor COWPER . Anno MDCCXVII.

In allusion to Horace , Lib. II. Ode XX.

I

I'm rais'd, transported, chang'd all o'er!
Prepar'd, a tow'ring Swan, to soar
Aloft; See, see the Down arise,
And clothe my Back, and plume my Thighs!
My Wings shoot forth; now will I try
New Tracks, and boldly mount the Sky;
Nor Envy, nor Ill-fortune's Spite,
Shall stop my Course, or damp my Flight.

II

Shall I, obscure or disesteem'd,
Of Vulgar Rank henceforth be deem'd?
Or vainly toil my Name to save
From dark Oblivion and the Grave?
No—He can never wholly die,
Secure of Immortality,

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Whom Britain's COWPER condescends
To own, and numbers with his Friends.

III

'Tis done—I scorn mean Honours now;
No common Wreaths shall bind my Brow.
Whether the Muse vouchsafe t'inspire
My Breast with the Cœlestial Fire;
Whether my Verse be fill'd with Flame,
Or I deserve a Poet's Name,
Let Fame be silent; only tell
That gen'rous COWPER loves me well.

IV

Thro' Britain's Realms I shall be known
By COWPER's Merit, not my own.
And when the Tomb my Dust shall hide,
Stripp'd of a Mortal's little Pride,
Vain Pomp be spar'd, and ev'ry Tear;
Let but some Stone this Sculpture bear:
Here lies his Clay, to Earth consign'd,
To whom great COWPER once was kind.