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Poems on Several Occasions

By Edward, Lord Thurlow. The Second Edition, considerably enlarged
Thurlow, Edward Hovell-Thurlow (1781-1829)

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VERSES PREFIXED TO THE DEFENCE OF POËSY.
  
HERMILDA.
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SYLVA:
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3. ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE EARL OF MOIRA, TO THE GOVERNMENT OF INDIA.
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4. A SONG, TO AMORET.
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6. A DIALOGUE OF TWO SHEPHERDS.
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8. A SONG.
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10. A SONG.
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17. TO THE VERY NOBLE, AND ACCOMPLISHED, THE LORD HOLLAND:
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22. TO A LADY:
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30. ON THE MANY ATTACKS MADE BY LATE WRITERS ON THE MEMORY OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
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31. FROM ANACREON.
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33. FROM THE ITALIAN OF DIANA SAMPIERI, OF OTRICOLI. ON A LADY BATHING.
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35. A SONG.
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36. THE FIRST PSALM.
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37. THE INDUCTION TO MY POEM, WHICH I DESIGNED TO WRITE; ENTITLED, “ENGLAND TRIUMPHANT.”
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38. THE PRAISE OF PINDAR, AND THEN OF AUGUSTUS:
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40. ON THE QUEEN'S PASSING THROUGH OTRICOLI, ON HER WAY TO ROME.
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41. ON THE QUEEN CHRISTINA'S ENTRANCE INTO OTRICOLI; DECEMBER 18, 1654.
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42. ON BEHOLDING MR. DENT'S LIBRARY, IN HERTFORD-STREET.
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45. FROM THE LATIN OF HORACE.
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47. ON MR. TODD'S EDITION OF SPENSER.
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58. THE LEGEND OF THE KNIGHT OF ILLYRIA.
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59. THE THIRD ELEGY OF THE THIRD BOOK OF TIBULLUS.
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61. FROM HORACE.
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62. FROM HORACE. THE THIRTEENTH ODE OF THE BOOK OF EPODES.

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[O Sidney, that of Angels' race wert born]

O Sidney, that of Angels' race wert born,
Whose virtues in thy ancestors not slept,
What goodness did thy fleeting life adorn!
How swiftly was the World of thee bereft!
I question, was it writ, when first the light
Of Nature on thy infant eyes was shed,
That thou, of this sweet World the dear delight,
So swiftly from our sorrow should be fled?
Or, say, did chance, the while thy Angel slept,
On thy unarmed life too soon invade?
Whatever was thy fate, this truth is kept,
Thy soul was to the crystal air convey'd,
And there amid' angelick love delights
In all pure thoughts, and all immortal sights!
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