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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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To MARCUS.

Unhappy those whom fame and pow'r
To hazard and to toil impell,
Whose cares pollute the social hour,
Who trembling stand where others fell.
Inconstant fortune in a day,
May change the monarch to the slave;
Or though he pass a pleasant way,
'Tis still a passage to the grave.
Rely not then on fortune's smiles,
Nor place thy hopes in tow'rs of air;
The goddess full of wanton wiles,
Derides the schemes of human care.
If thou pursue the call of fame,
Let virtue lead the dangerous way;
'Tis goodness makes a noble name,
The praise of worth shall ne'er decay.
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