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Poems on Several Occasions

By Jonathan Smedley

Smedley, Jonathan (1671-1729)

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To BELINDA, Singing.

[Thus said Kingstone, When I die]

On Mr. Welfted's presenting his Ode on the Duke of Marlborough's Apoplexy, to a Celebrated Toast.

The ROVER Fix'd.

To Jacynta, Lamenting at Cloe's Small-Pox.

Neptune to Æolus.

AN EPITAPH Upon His GRACE John Duke of Marlborough:

The Thames Frozen.

The TORIES Overseen.

The RAREE-SHOW;

Smoke the DOCTOR;

AN ODE To the Right Honourable the Earl of CADOGAN.

A FAMILIAR EPISTLE

OCCASIONED By An ODE TO Earl St---pe.

On His Excellency the Earl of Cadogan's Publick Entry at the Hague, May 28. 1718.

CLOE to Mr. Tickell,

TO Sir RICHARD STEELE,

On Martilla Weeping.

ON A Masqu'd MISTRESS.

CLAUDIAN's Old Man of VERONA.

EPITAPH ON Sir JOHN EDGAR

HOR. Lib. III. Ode 16.

AN EPITAPH ON Isaac Bickerstaff's CAT.

A FAMILIAR EPISTLE

ON The Death of a Lap-Dog.

A Certain PREFACE, put into Rhyme.

The POEM Transvers'd.

On a Norfolk PARSON.

On a Big-belly'd Lady, who fell above the Middle in the Water.

The Tunbridge Beauty. 1715.

The Mournful Shepherdess.

A Hint from Propertius.

The Fox and Goat.

Fix'd on a Church Door.

HORACE, Epod. II.

ON A Concert of MUSIC.

TO An Ugly OLD MAID.

On the Death of Ranter.

HOR. Lib. III. Ode IX.

HOR. Lib. I. Ode XXVI.

HOR. Lib. IV. Ode XII.

The Ecclesiastical Don Quixote:

Blew-Ey'd NANCY;

The TORY PLOT Unravel'd.

The Second Part.

A Triumphant SONG

ON A MICROSCOPE.

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On Martilla Weeping.

In others, Sorrow Beauty's Force disarms,
But gives new Lustre to Martilla's Charms.
When I behold her Eyes her Grief display,
And, thro' Affliction, Beauty work its Way;
My anxious Soul, alternate Passions move,
And my Heart melts with Pity and with Love;
The pleasing Ill, at once, I curse and bless,
At once, enjoy and feel the sad Distress.
Weep, lovely Virgin! weep awhile, and show
How many Graces to your Cares you owe.
Each common Nymph, may boast the Power to kill,
When prosperous Fortune aids her cruel Will;
But you, alone, tho' drown'd in Tears, destroy,
And prove your Grief victorious as your Joy.