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Poems on Several Occasions

With some Select Essays in Prose. In Two Volumes. By John Hughes; Adorn'd with Sculptures

Hughes, John (1677-1720)

VOLUME the FIRST.

[dedication]

POEMS ON Several Occasions.

AN ODE. In the PARK at ASTED.

TO Mr. CONSTANTINE, On his PAINTINGS.

TO URANIA, On her Arrival at Jamaica.

[There let Time's creeping Winter shed]

VERSES To the Memory of Mr. HUGHES.

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THE Court of Neptune.

THE House of Nassau.

An ODE On the Death of a Friend.

ANACREON, ODE THE THIRD.

The STORY of Pyramus and Thisbe

THE Triumph of Love.

THE PICTURE.

BARN-ELMS.

On the Friendship of Phoebe and Asteria; And the Sickness of the Former.

SONG.

To Octavia Indispos'd.

Beauty and Musick.

Cupid's Review.

To a Beautiful LADY playing on the ORGAN.

SONNET.

TO A PAINTER.

TO THE Author of Fatal Friendship, A Tragedy.

ON Divine Poetry.

SONG. Written for the Late Duke of Gloucester's BIRTH-DAY.

ON A PEACOCK

ON Lucinda's Tea-Table.

The MARCH.

Written in a Lady's Prayer-Book.

ODE on the SPRING.

HORACE, ODE III. Book III.

GREENWICH-PARK.

TO MOLINDA.

A Letter to a Friend in the Country.

HORACE, BOOK I. ODE XXII.

HORACE, BOOK II. ODE XVI. TO GROSPHUS.

THE Birth of the Rose.

SIX CANTATA'S OR Poems for Musick.

THE PRAISES OF HEROICK VIRTUE.

Under the PRINT of TOM BRITON, the Musical Small-coal Man.

SONG. The Fair Traveller.

CLAUDIANUS: In Epithalamio Honorii & Mariæ

A CANTATA.

THE Soldier in Love.

AN ODE IN PRAISE OF MUSICK.

Apollo and Daphne.

A THOUGHT n a GARDEN.

A WISH TO THE New Year, 1705.

CANTATA.

AN ODE FOR Vocal and Instrumental MUSICK.

EPILOGUE. Spoken by Mr. MILLS at the QUEEN's Theatre, on his Benefit-Night, February 16, 1709; a little before the DUKE of MARLBOROUGH's going for Holland.

THE TENTH BOOK OF Lucan's Pharsalia, TRANSLATED.

VOLUME the SECOND.

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SONG.

[Fame of Dorinda's Conquests brought]

I

Fame of Dorinda's Conquests brought
The God of Love her Charms to view;
To wound th'unwary Maid he thought,
But soon became her Conquest too.

II

He dropp'd half drawn his feeble Bow,
He look'd, he rav'd, and sighing pin'd;
And wish'd in vain he had been now,
As Painters falslly draw him blind.

III

Disarm'd, he to his Mother flies;
Help, Venus, help thy wretched Son!
Who now will pay Us Sacrifice?
For Love Himself's, alas! undone.

IV

To Cupid now no Lover's Pray'r
Shall be address'd in suppliant Sighs;
My Darts are gone, but oh beware,
Fond Mortals, of Dorinda's Eyes.