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Poems to Thespia

To Which are Added, Sonnets, &c. [by Hugh Downman]
Downman, Hugh (1740-1809)
  
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INTRODUCTION.
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POEMS to THESPIA.
 I. 
I.
 II. 
II.
 III. 
III.
 IV. 
IV.
 V. 
V.
 VI. 
VI.
 VII. 
VII.
 VIII. 
VIII.
 IX. 
IX.
 X. 
X.
 XI. 
XI.
 XII. 
XII.
 XIII. 
XIII.
 XIV. 
XIV.
 XV. 
XV.
 XVI. 
XVI.
 XVII. 
XVII.
 XVIII. 
XVIII.
 XIX. 
XIX.
 XX. 
XX.
 XXI. 
XXI.
 XXII. 
XXII.
 XXIII. 
XXIII.
 XXIV. 
XXIV.
 XXV. 
XXV.
 XXVI. 
XXVI.
 XXVII. 
XXVII.
 XXVIII. 
XXVIII.
 XXIX. 
XXIX.
 XXX. 
XXX.
 XXXI. 
XXXI.
 XXXII. 
XXXII.
 XXXIII. 
XXXIII.
 XXXIV. 
XXXIV.
 XXXV. 
XXXV.
 XXXVI. 
XXXVI.
 XXXVII. 
XXXVII.
 XXXVIII. 
XXXVIII.
 XXXIX. 
XXXIX.
 XL. 
XL.
 XLI. 
XLI.
 XLII. 
XLII.
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SONNETS, PRESENTED WITH THE FIRST IMPRESSION OF POEMS TO THESPIA.
 I. 
I. To Dr. GLASS.
 II. 
II. To Mr. PITFIELD.
 III. 
III. To Mr. PATCH.
 IV. 
IV. To Mr. GIBBS.
 V. 
V. To Mr. CODRINGTON.
 VI. 
VI. To Lord Viscount COURTENAY.
 VII. 
VII. To the DEAN of EXETER.
 VIII. 
VIII. To Chancellor QUICKE.
 IX. 
IX. To Archdeacon SLEECH.
 X. 
X. To JAMES WHITE, Esq.
 XI. 
XI. To Mr. JACKSON.
 XII. 
XII. To J. B. CHOLWICH, Esq.
 XIII. 
XIII. To Mr. J. SPURWAY.
 XIV. 
XIV. To Mr. J. CHURCHILL.
 XV. 
XV. To Mrs. DOWNMAN.
 XVI. 
XVI. To Archdeacon MOORE.
 XVII. 
XVII. To Lieutenant-Colonel SIMCOE.
 XVIII. 
XVIII. To Mr. BENT.
 XIX. 
XIX. To Mrs. ANDREW.
 XX. 
XX. To Mr. HOLE.
 XXI. 
XXI. To Mr. WOOD.
 XXII. 
XXII. To E. DREWE, Esq.
 XXIII. 
XXIII. To Mrs. ILBERT.
 XXIV. 
XXIV. To Mr. ANDREW.
 XXV. 
XXV. To J. RICHARDS, Esq.
 XXVI. 
XXVI. To Miss E. WALKER.
 XXVII. 
XXVII. To Mr. STACEY.
 XXVIII. 
XXVIII. To Mr. D. WILLIAMS.
 XXIX. 
XXIX. To Mr. SYMONDS.
 XXX. 
XXX. To Mr. S. CODRINGTON.
 XXXI. 
XXXI. To J. P. TAYLOR, Esq.
 XXXII. 
XXXII. To Mr. BLACKALL.
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COMPLIMENTARY VERSES TO THE AUTHOR.
  
SONNET.
  
To the AUTHOR,
  
AN EPISTLE
  
To the SAME.
  
To the SAME.
  
To the SAME,
  
To the SAME,
  
To the SAME.
  
To the SAME.
  
To the SAME,
  
To the SAME.

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XIX.

[From the first hour when I beheld the light]

From the first hour when I beheld the light,
No time compared with this have I survey'd,
No day e'er rose with lustre half so bright,
No minutes shone in plumes so fair array'd.
At length adversity hath spent her store,
Or with false aim her poison'd arrows fly;
Our spirits long deprest, again can soar,
No tears but those of bliss, shall wet our eye.
O my Beloved! this day shall ever stand,
With me, the golden period of the year;
This day good fortune waved her potent wand,
Dispersing all the mists of doubt and fear.
Ne'er may they rise again our joys between!
Ye unexpected ties propitious prove!
Fairer, and brighter still be every scene,
Pourtray'd by tenderness, illumed by love!
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