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The Wiccamical Chaplet

a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford

Huddesford, George (1749-1809)

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SMALLER POEMS, AND ODES.

ELEGIES, AND PLAINTIVE PIECES.

NUGÆ POETICÆ, &c.

SONNETS.

INSCRIPTIONS AND EPITAPHS.

SONGS AND BALLADS.

MOCK-HEROICAL AND BURLESQUE PIECES, PARODIES, EPIGRAMS, &c.

MISCELLANEOUS PIECES, FRAGMENTS, &c.

FRAGMENT. ON THE DEATH OF GRAY.

ON TWO PUBLICATIONS, INTITLED EDITIONS OF TWO OF OUR POETS.

FRAGMENT. THE TEARS OF THE EAGLE,

FELICITATION

TO A LADY

THE SCUTTLE FISH.

ANSWER TO AN OLD LADY OF OXFORD,

ON A THREAT TO DESTROY THE TREE AT WINCHESTER,

FRAGMENT.

TO A BOY, ROBBING A BIRD'S-NEST.

ON A LADY AND HER SISTER,

TO THE WRITER OF THE “Familiar Epistle to the Author of the History of English Poetry:”

TO A LADY,

A DRAMATIC VIEW OF THE STATE OF THE AMERICAN QUESTION 1776.

AN EARLY VIEW OF THE SAME QUESTION:

TO THE LADIES,

FRAGMENT.

LINES

ON A CHAPEL Built at Windsor Lodge by William Duke of Cumberland,

THE COMPLAINT OF THE ROSE.

AN ABSOLUTE ACROSTIC,

FRAGMENT.

ON THE Amphibious N. ELLIOT, of Oxford, Shoemaker and Poet.

LINES Inscribed on a Leaf of Lowth's Grammar,

IMITATION

THE SPLEEN.

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TO A LADY,

With a red Morocco Pocket-Book with blue Silk Strings and Figures of two Ladies on the Frontispiece.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

My dearest Nancy, ere we part,
Receive this emblem of my heart.
My Heart, like This, is crimson'd o'er;
You've made it bleed at every pore.
Like This my captive Heart is bound
With many a fold of Love around;
O that that heart-enfolding Clew
Had but a silken softness too!

Such are the gentle Bands that join
Two Hearts in mutual Love: but mine
Is writhing with excess of Pain,
Hard bounden in an iron Chain.

When you shall loose the strings and look
Where the first Tablet of the Book
Presents Two Ladies, do not start!
'Tis yet an emblem of my heart;
My Heart that in you fondly traces
So many virtues, charms, and graces.
It finds variety in One;
Tho' there your Image stands alone.
Here let me close the parallel!
Since neither Book nor Verse can tell
How pure, how ardent and how true
Is what my Heart contains for you.