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Poetical recreations

Barker, Jane

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To Madam JANE BARKER, On Her Incomparable POEMS.

To the Ingenious Mrs. BARKER, On Her Excellent POEMS.

To the Ingenious AUTHOUR, Mrs. JANE BARKER, ON HER POEMS.

To Mrs. JANE BARKER, On Her Ingenious POEMS.

To the Incomparable GALÆCIA, On the Publication of Her POEMS.

An Invitation to my Friends at Cambridge.

To Mr. HILL, on his Verses to the Dutchess of YORK, when she was at Cambridge.

To my Cousin Mr. E. F. on his Excellent PAINTING.

To my Reverend Friend Mr. H****.

To Mr. G. P. my Adopted Brother;

A VIRGIN LIFE.

To my Friend EXILLUS,

To Dr. R. S. my indifferent Lover, who complain'd of my Indifferency.

On the DEATH of my Dear Friend and Play-fellow, Mrs E. D. having Dream'd the night before I heard thereof, that I had lost a Pearl.

The Prospect of a LANDSKIP,

Sitting by a Rivulet.

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III.

IV.

A HILL.

To Sir F. W. presenting him Cowley's first Works.

To Ovid's Heroines in his Epistles.

To my Honourable Unkle Colonel C*** after his Return into the Low-Countries.

On the Apothecary's Filing my Bills amongst the Doctors.

To my Unkind STREPHON.

To my Friend Mr. S. L.

Necessity of Fate.

To my Honoured Friend, Mr. E. S---t.

On my Mother and my Lady W**** who both lay sick at the same time under the Hands of Dr. Paman.

In Commendation of the Female Sex.

To my BROTHER, whilst he was in France.

On the DEATH of my Brother.

On the same.

Part of the XIX. PSALM.

Coming from---in a Dark Night.

To my Dear Cousin Mrs. M. T.

TO MY Young Lover.

TO MY Young Lover ON HIS VOW.

TO MY Young Lover.

To my Unkind Friend, Little Tom King.

A Second EPISTLE.

A PASTORAL DIALOGUE Betwixt Two Shepherd Boys.

To Mr. C. B. On his Incomparable SINGING.

THE Anchorite IN SCIPINA.

Jane, Nan, and Frank, their Farewell to Captain C. going to Sea.

To her Lovers Complaint.

To my Adopted BROTHER, Mr. G. P.

To my Friends against POETRY.

TO THE Importunate ADDRESS OF POETRY.

A Farewell to POETRY, WITH A Long Digression on ANATOMY.

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On the DEATH of my Brother.

Resolved never to Versifie more.

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To Ovid's Heroines in his Epistles.

Bright Shees, what Glories had your Names acquir'd,
Had you consum'd those whom your Beauties fir'd,
Had laugh'd to see them burn, and so retir'd:

Then they cou'd ne'er have glory'd in their shames,
Either to Roman, or to English Dames,
Had you but warm'd, not melted in their flames.

You'd not been wrack'd then on despair's rough coast,
Nor yet by storms of Perjuries been toss'd,
Had you but fix'd your flowing Love with Frost.

Had you put on the Armour of your scorn,
(That Gem which do's our Beauties most adorn)
What hardy Hero durst have been forsworn.

But since they found such lenity in you,
Their crime so Epidemical do's grow,
That all have, or do, or would be doing so.