University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
Amasia, or, The Works of the Muses

A Collection of Poems. In Three Volumes. By Mr John Hopkins
Hopkins, John

collapse sectionI. 
VOL. I.
  
[dedication]
  
TO SYLVIUS, ON HIS AMASIA.
expand sectionI. 
Book I.
collapse sectionII. 
Book II.
  
[dedication]
collapse section 
THE MISTRESS of LOVE.
  
To Amasia, on her drawing her own Picture.
  
To Amasia, holding a drawn Sword in her Hand.
  
To Amasia, tickling a Gentleman.
  
To Amasia, playing with a Clouded Fan.
  
To Amasia asking me if I slept well, after so tempestuous a Night as the last was, when we parted, and desiring me to describe it.
  
To Amasia speaking an Extempore Verse.
  
To Amasia, still promising to Sing, but never performing.
  
Meeting Amasia at a Young Lady's Funeral.
  
To Amasia, on her Recovery from a fall.
  
To Amasia, holding a Burning-Glass in her Hand.
  
To Amasia, looking, at me, thro' a Multiplying-Glass.
  
To Amasia, Singing, and sticking Pins in a Red Silk Pincushion.
  
To Amasia, on her correcting a line of Mr. Waller's, as she read it.
  
To Amasia, troubled with a redness in her Eyes, on her saying, she would Charm me with them.
  
To Amasia, on the falling of her Terras-Walks.
  
The Dream, beginning with the Description of Night.
  
To Amasia, who, while I awfully admir'd her at her Window, withdrew, and sent a Black in her place.
  
To Amasia, Dancing before a Looking-Glass.
  
To Amasia, on the burning of her Flower'd Musling-Nightraile, which took fire, while she was asleep, and yet she was her self unhurt.
  
To Amasia, who having prick'd me with a Pin, for a Subject to write on, accidentally scratch'd her self with it, when in my hand afterwards.
  
Instructions to a Painter to draw Amasia, with some reflections on the Artist's skill, resolving to describe her, my self, much better with my Pen.
expand sectionIII. 
Book III.
expand sectionII. 
VOL. II.
expand sectionIII. 
VOL. III.

collapse section Collapse All | Expand All expand section
previous section Amasia, or, The Works of the Muses
next section
50

Meeting Amasia at a Young Lady's Funeral.

You mourn the Nymph deceas'd, mourn Sylvius too,
For since forgot, sure I am dead to you.
These gloomy Torches, Hymen, hence remove,
And from their fires light thy fair Lamps of Love.
previous section Amasia, or, The Works of the Muses
next section