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Miscellanies in Prose and Verse

By Anna Williams
Williams, Anna (1706-1783)

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ESSAYS IN VERSE AND PROSE.
  
The ANT.
  
A SONNET. TO A LADY OF INDISCREET VIRTUE.
  
To CLARA.
  
THE ROSE.
  
THE VALLEY OF THE MOON.
  
To MISS ---
  
The CAUTION.
  
To MYRTILIS.
  
[HERE Pollio lies, whose contemplations fir'd]
  
The HAPPY LIFE.
  
On a YOUNG LADY Confined to her Chamber by Sickness.
  
AN EPITAPH ON CLAUDY PHILLIPS, A MUSICIAN.
  
The WISH.
  
TO CLEORA ON HER ABSENCE.
  
The TRUE HERO.
  
VERSES addressed to Mr. RICHARDSON, ON HIS HISTORY of Sir CHARLES GRANDISON.
  
To Miss S. GREY. ON HER SINGING.
  
EPITAPH ON MR. WORRAL OF WORCESTERSHIRE.
  
To MARCUS.
  
Occasioned by the Marriage of MISS --- and Mr. ---.
  
AN ITALIAN SONG, SUNG BY MRS. MINGOTTI, At the Beginning of the late War, TRANSLATED.
  
On the DEATH of STEPHEN GREY, F. R. S.
  
On the DEATH of Sir ERASMUS PHILIPPS,
  
The EXCURSION.
  
An ODE.
  
An ODE, ON THE DEATH of the Patriot MARCUS.
  
THE PETITION.
  
REFLECTIONS
  
The HAPPY SOLITUDE, OR THE WISHED RETIREMENT.
  
BOILEAU to his GARDENER.
  
An ODE ON FRIENDSHIP.
  
To LAURA:
  
A TRANSLATION OF THE LATIN EPITAPH On Sir THOMAS HANMER.
  
RASSELAS to IMLAC.
  
An ODE.
  
To Miss ***.
  
The NUNNERY.
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THE UNINHABITED ISLAND. FROM THE ITALIAN OF METASTASIO.
  
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SCENE THE LAST.

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The TRUE HERO.

There is no courage, but in innocence;
No constancy, but in an honest cause.
Southern.

To whom shall bards in lasting lays
The heroe's name assign,
To him who scorning blame and praise,
Treads virtue's narrow line.
Whose reason's sovereign pow'r restrains
Each rebel wish within,
Whose steady soul so firm remains,
That nought can bribe to sin.
Bid wasteful war with hideous train,
Let all its horrors roar,
With heaps of dead bestrew the plain,
And slaughter pant for more.
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Or should he stand where earthquakes tear,
And bellowing tempests blow;
Where mountains sudden rise, and where
Whole cities sink below.
With fearless heart, and easy mien,
He views the dreadful sight,
His guiltless soul remains serene,
Prepar'd to take her flight.
No danger can disturb his rest,
Secure of heaven's defence;
For what can shake the man whose breast
Is arm'd with innocence.
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