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Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow

Lord Thurlow

Thurlow, Edward Hovell-Thurlow (1781-1829)

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VERSES, IN ALL HUMILITY DEDICATED TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS The Prince Regent.

THE SECOND ELEGY OF The Fourth Book of Tibullus.

SONNET, ON BEHOLDING THE PORTRAITURE OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, IN THE GALLERY AT PENSHURST.

SONNET, ON THE DIVINE AND NEVER ENDING MEMORY OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY .

SONG. To the Rose.

SONNET. To Phœbus.

A SONG, IN APRIL.

A SONG, To the River Avon.

1.

A SONG OF THE SEA-FAIRIES.

2.

A SECOND SONG OF THE SEA-FAIRIES.

A SONG.

TO THE MARQUESS OF HASTINGS:

AN EPIGRAM OF ANTIPATER OF SIDON

FROM THE GREEK OF ANACREON.

SONNET, ON THE EXCELLENT POET, SHAKSPEARE.

SONNET, ON THE SAME.

THE PRAISE OF PINDAR, AND THEN OF AUGUSTUS CÆSAR

THE SUN-FLOWER.

EPIGRAM; FROM THE GREEK: In the Seventh Book of the Anthologia.

TO THE EARL OF ASHBURNHAM .

TO THE EARL SPENCER,

TO THE MARQUESS OF HASTINGS,

TO THE FOUNTAIN BANDUSIA.

TO A BELOVED FRIEND.

ON BEHOLDING BODIAM CASTLE,

TO ROBERT SOUTHEY, ESQ.

SONNET, ON READING THE INDUCTION TO THE MIRROR OF MAGISTRATES, WHEREIN THE POET, LED BY SORROW, DESCENDS TO HELL.

SONNET, WHEN TRAVELLING, IN THE EVENING.

ON THE SAME EVENING, PASSING NEAR HASTINGS.

ON THE SAME EVENING.

THE DIALOGUE OF HORACE AND LYDIA.

SONG, IN ANGELICA.

LINES, COMPOSED, WHEN TRAVELLING FROM THE SEA-SIDE.

TO THE RIVER THAMES.

THE RITES, Had at the Burning of Arcita, of Thebes.

SONNET, WRITTEN ON THE LAST DAY OF SUMMER.

ON THE POEM OF MR. ROGERS, ENTITLED “AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND.”

SONNET, IN SPRING.

SONNET, TO A BIRD, THAT HAUNTED THE WATERS OF LACKEN, IN THE WINTER.

THE ODES OF ANACREON, OF TEOS;

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A SONG.

[The lilies in the silver air]

The lilies in the silver air,
Are they inflam'd with love?
In beauteous marriage do they pair,
And its soft rapture prove?
Yes: ev'ry sweet delight they share,
The golden Earth above.

The fountains, that Aurora streaks,
Do they in passion flow?
Of love, that ev'ry creature seeks,
Can wat'ry bosoms know?
Yes: ev'ry plaintive murmur speaks
Their soft delight in woe.

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The marbles, in whose polish'd face
The flow'ry Summer burns,
Can these be touch'd by perfect grace,
And know of love the turns?
Yes: love in these has fairest place,
As Nature's eye discerns.

The lilies, then, with pleasure die,
The fountains waste away,
The marbles view the Summer sky,
And fondly blame the day:
Yet you from me, O Daphne, fly,
And throw delight away.

Delight, which e'en the Angels find,
To be belov'd again!
And can that soft angelic mind
Let pity plead in vain?
In youth, in form, in nature kind,
You but affect disdain!

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Amid' the lilies we will lie,
Or by the fountains' side,
Or near the beauteous marbles sigh,
Whom Fate shall not divide:
Upon your bosom let me die,
And I'm to Gods allied!