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The Third Volume of the Works of Mr. William Congreve

containing Poems upon Several Occasions

Congreve, William (1670-1729)

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EPISTLE TO THE Right Honourable CHARLES Lord HALIFAX, &c.

THE Mourning Muse OF ALEXIS.

TO THE KING, On the Taking of NAMURE.

THE Birth of the Muse.

ON Mrs. ARABELLA HUNT, SINGING.

Priam's Lamentation and Petition TO ACHILLES, For the Body of his Son HECTOR.

THE LAMENTATIONS OF Hecuba, Adromache, and Helen, Over the dead Body of HECTOR.

PARAPHRASE UPON HORACE. ODE XIX. LIB. I.

STANZA'S In Imitation of Horace, Lib. II. Ode XIV.

In Imitation of HORACE. Ode IX. Lib. I.

SONG.

THE RECONCILIATION.

SONG in DIALOGUE, For TWO WOMEN.

Occasioned on a LADY's, HAVING Writ Verses in Commendation of a Poem which was written in Praise of another Lady.

A HYMN TO HARMONY. In Honour of St. CECILIA's Day, MDCCI.

VERSES To the Memory of Grace Lady Gethin,

TO Mr. DRYDEN, ON HIS TRANSLATION OF PERSIUS.

The ELEVENTH Satire of Juvenal.

PROLOGUE TO QUEEN MARY,

PROLOGUE TO Pyrrhus King of Epirus.

EPILOGUE TO OROONOKO.

PROLOGUE to the Husband his own Cuckold.

PROLOGUE TO THE COURT; ON THE QUEEN's Birth-Day, 1704.

THE TEARS OF AMARYLLIS for AMYNTAS.

TO CYNTHIA, Weeping and not Speaking.

TO Sir Godfrey Kneller, Occasion'd By L---y ---s Picture.

OVID's Third Book OF THE ART of LOVE.

OF PLEASING; AN EPISTLE TO Sir RICHARD TEMPLE.

A PINDARIQUE ODE, Humbly Offer'd to the QUEEN,

To the Right Honourable the Earl of GODOLPHIN, Lord High-Treasurer of GREAT BRITAIN. PINDARIQUE ODE.

HOMER's HYMN TO VENUS

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SONG.

[I look'd, and I sigh'd, and I wish'd I cou'd speak]

I

I look'd, and I sigh'd, and I wish'd I cou'd speak,
And very fain would have been at her;
But when I strove most my great Passion to break,
Still then I said least of the Matter.

II

I swore to my self, and resolv'd I wou'd try
Some way my poor Heart to recover;
But that was all vain, for I sooner cou'd die,
Than live with forbearing to love her.

III

Dear Cælia be kind then; and since your own Eyes
By Looks can command Adoration,
Give mine leave to talk too, and do not despise
Those Oglings that tell you my Passion.

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IV

We'll look, and we'll love, and tho' neither shou'd speak,
The Pleasure we'll still be pursuing;
And so, without Words, I don't doubt we may make
A very good end of this Wooing.