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Occasional Poems

Translations, Fables, Tales, &c. By William Somervile

Somerville, William (1675-1742)

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AN ODE, Humbly Inscrib'd to his Grace The Duke of Marlborough,

An ODE, Occasion'd by the Duke of Marlborough's Imbarking for Ostend, An. 1712.

To Mr. Addison,

An Imitation of the Ninth Ode of the Fourth Book of Horace.

To Doctor Mackenzie.

The WIFE.

In Memory of my Dear Friend, The late Reverend Mr. Moore.

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The HIP.

To a LADY,

Presenting to a Lady a White Rose and a Red, on the Tenth of June.

The Bowling-Green.

The Lamentation of David over Saul and Jonathan.

To a young Lady, with the Iliad of Homer translated.

Hudibras and Milton reconciled.

Upon Miranda's leaving the Country.

To Phillis.

To the Right Honourable the Earl of HALIFAX,

A Song for the Lute.

The Coquet.

The Superannuated Lover.

Advice to the Ladies.

ANACREONTICK,

To a Discarded Toast.

The Perjured Mistress.

To a young Lady, who spent the Night in Tears, upon a Report that her Brother was to fight a Duel the next Morning.

To Doctor M--- reading Mathematicks.

From Martial. Epig. 47.

To a Gentleman, who married his Cast Mistress.

A Dainty New BALLAD:

Canidia's Epithalamium.

Hunting-Song.

A Translation of the Tenth Epistle in Horace.

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IX.

XI.

XIII.

XIV.

II.

III.

IV.

The Officious Messenger:

The Inquisitive Bridegroom:

Bacchus Triumphant:

The Night-Walker Reclaim'd.

The Happy Disappointment:

A Padlock for the Mouth:

The Wise Builder.

The True Use of the Looking-Glass:

Mahomet Ali Beg: or, The Faithful Minister of State.

The Sweet-scented Miser.

The Incurious Bencher.

The Busy Indolent:

The Yeoman of Kent:

The Happy Lunatick:

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A Song for the Lute.

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Gently, my Lute, move ev'ry String,
Soft as my Sighs, reveal my Pain;
While I, in plaintive Numbers sing,
Of slighted Vows, and cold Disdain.

2

In vain her Airs, in vain her Art,
In vain she frowns when I appear;
Thy Notes shall melt her frozen Heart,
She cannot Hate, if she can Hear.

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3

And see she smiles! thro' all the Groves
Triumphant Iö-Pœans sound;
Clap all your Wings, ye little Loves,
Ye sportive Graces dance around.

4

Ye list'ning Oaks, bend to my Song;
Not Orpheus play'd a nobler Lay:
Ye Savages, about me throng,
Ye Rocks, and harder Hearts obey.

5

She comes, she comes, relenting Fair!
To fill with Joy my longing Arms;
What faithful Lover can despair,
Who thus with Verse, and Musick, charms?