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The Works of the Late Aaron Hill

... In Four Volumes. Consisting of Letters on Various Subjects, And of Original Poems, Moral and Facetious. With An Essay on the Art of Acting

Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

ORIGINAL POEMS.

Prologue, for Mr. Garrick;

Sent to Lord Chesterfield; writ on a blank Leaf, of a Poem, called, The Religion of Reason.

The Lover's Degree of Comparison.

To a satirical young Lady.

To Celinda, complaining that her Harpsichord was out of Tune.

To the Preacher of an excellent Charity Sermon

To the excellent Daughters of a deceas'd Lady.

Prologue,

Paraphrase on the third Chapter of Habakuk.

The Muse's Expostulation,

An Epigram,

To Mrs. L---r, playing on a Bass-Viol.

On a Lady, preach'd into the Cholic, by one of her Lovers.

To a Lady,

The CHANGE;

A SONG.

On the March of the Russian Auxiliaries, in 1748.

Hint from some old Verses,

Writ on a blank Leaf of an obscene Poem.

On the Birth-day of Miss ---

The GLOVE.

Ronald and Dorna;

Writ on a blank Leaf of Merope;

EPIGRAM.

Abstract from Psalm cxiv.

The Singing-Bird.

To the un-declared Author of the Poem, call'd Patriotic Love.

A SONG.

My Soul's last Sighs, to the divine L---r---a.

Pallas's Whisper,

Verses, to the unknown Author of the Rover Reclaim'd;

To Mr. James Thompson;

TIDDI DOLL.

A SONG.

The Western Paradise.

A SONG.

On a Rakish Officer,

A Translation, from some Italian Verses, of Mr. Milton;

Verses, writ for, and sent to, a Widow Gentlewoman,

The Stage's Improvement,

EPIGRAM.

St. Matthew, Chapter v.

St. Matthew, Chapter vi.

St. Matthew, Chapter vii

After reading an unknown Author's Book.

The Thoughts of a Cadet, the first Time upon Duty.

On a Miser.

The Misplac'd Love.

To the lovely Mrs. H---e,

Prologue, to Harry the 5th;

Passing a Lady, in the Park, without seeing her.

To the Lady, that laughs, at dying in Metaphor.

Modesty.

To a Lady,

To the Lady who sends me all her good Wishes.

To a Lady,

A SONG.

To a Lady,

Writ upon a Pain of Glass in Westminster House.

To a Lady,

Bellaria,

Celia,

The Recollected Complainer.

The Resignation.

Copies, for Children to learn to write.

Advice to the Virgins,

Lesbia's Lamentation,

The Messenger.

To Dr. Atkins,

The Mis-grounded Compassion.

On the Death of the Czarina,

A SONG.

The Gnat.

The Kiss, through a Window.

Epitaph, on the Tomb of Henry Jernegan, Esq

Writ on a Glass Window.

The Happy Man.

The Power of Royal Pity.

An Ode; on Occasion of Mr. Handel's great Te Deum,

The Lover's Complaint.

The Transport.

The Statesman.

SOLITUDE.

On Mr. Cowley's introducing Pindaric Verse.

The Miracle at Cana.

On hearing a very dull Sermon.

Arria and Pætus, from Martial.

An EPITAPH.

Teresa, to Du-Mont.

Du-Mont to Teresa.

To Celinda, desiring him to describe her.

On the Death of Prince George, of Denmark.

PROLOGUE,

PROLOGUE, for a Friend.

The EPILOGUE.

On the broad-brim'd Hats,

The Sun-flower.

The Discovery.

To Liberia,

The Motto on Pug's Collar.

To my dear, and ever honoured Mother;

An Epitaph,

A Dialogue between Damon and Philemon,

A Dialogue, between Damon and Philemon,

To a Lady,

Plain Truth.

Celinda, in the Snow.

To a Reverend Friend,

The Disparity.

Martial Epig. 59, Lib. 7.

The following SONG, To the Tune of Jolly Watermen.

Genius of Liberty.

Moses's Song of Thanksgiving.

David's Elegy, for the Death of Saul and Jonathan.

To Celia.

To a Lady, on calling me Jealous.

Alone, in an Inn,

EPILOGUE, to Euridice

To Miranda, after Marriage;

Epitaph, on a young Lady,

Blowing Kisses, at the Play-house.

Augusta's Complaint to her Thames.

To the unknown Author of the beautiful new Piece, call'd Pamela.

On Corinna's first Attempt in Poetry.

The Valentine.

The Revenge.

To the Flattering Incognita.

Jostling, in Snowy Weather.

Psalm lv. Verse 6.

The Amorous Scrutiny.

Liberia, watch'd at Midnight.

On Eliza's design'd Voyage to Spain.

On Occasion of some Verses, from Eliza.

PROLOGUE.

To Lord George Grahme;

In a blank Leaf of a Book, sent to Miranda.

The Progress of Wit; a Caveat.

The Art of Acting.

The Dedication of the Beech-tree;

Prologue, for Mr. Cibber, in the Fatal Bribery.

Epilogue, to the same Play, spoke by the Person, who represented Amelia.

An Entertainment, by Way of Epilogue, in the Characters of Wisdom, and Love.

PROLOGUE.

Prologue, to The Cure for Jealousy; spoken by a Woman, in Man's Cloaths.

Epilogue, to the same Play.

Prologue, spoke by Mr. Johnson.

PROLOGUE. Spoke by a young Gentleman,

EPILOGUE, To the same: spoke by Monimia.

PROLOGUE.

EPILOGUE, To the same.

PROLOGUE, For Mr. Johnson, in the Character of Cato.

PROLOGUE, To the Fatal Extravagance: spoke by Mr. Ryan.

EPILOGUE, To the same, spoke by Mrs Seymour.

Writ on a Window, in the Highlands of Scotland.

ORRA MOOR.

Verses made for Mr. S---v---ge; and sent to my Lady M---ls---d, his Mother.

On Lady Mary Wortley Montagu's bringing with her out of Turkey, the Art of Inoculating the Small-Pox.

To Clelia, in the Country.

To a Lady, who lov'd Angling,

To a Lady, who had a very fine Shape, and fine Complexion.

Answer to the Resolve.

Answer to a scurrilous, obscene Poem, entitled, An Epistle from Mrs Robinson to Senesino.

The Choice, to a Friend.

To the Editor of Clarissa.

Honest Tom Tar's Prayer.

Miss A---n---l's Circle.

To the two generous Masters St. Quintin,

Sent to a Lady with a Pocket-Looking-Glass.

To David Mallet Esq;

PROLOGUE:

The Actor's Epitome.

EPILOGUE, To the Lover

PROLOGUE.

The Lord's Prayer in Verse.

An Address, from the Statues at Stowe, to Lord Cobham, on his Return to his Garden.

What is God?

Writ on a Blank Leaf of Alzira,

To Lady W---,

To Mr. GARRICK. On his united Ideas of Actor and Writer.

On Sir ISAAC NEWTON.

To the Learned and Worshipful, the President, Censors, the Fellows, of the College of Physicians in London,

To CLIO:

On Two Lovely and Loving Sisters.

To the Editor of Albania, a Poem:

To Celia, with a return'd Tragedy.

To Lady W---.

PROLOGUE For the third Night, at Zara, when first play'd, at the Great Musick Room, in Villars Street, York Buildings.

EPIGRAM, On Occasion of the General Mourning.

EPILOGUE, For a Friend, Spoke by Miss Robinson.

EPILOGUE, for a Friend.

PROLOGUE. Spoke by young Mr. Giffard.

EPILOGUE, for a Friend.

PROLOGUE, to Every Man in his Folly.

EPILOGUE, for the Play, call'd Much ado about nothing,) Spoke by Mrs Pritchard.

Verses written, on Windows in several Parts of the Kingdom, in a Journey to Scotland.

[Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear]

[Order! thou eye of action! wanting thee]

[Tender-handed stroke a nettle]

[How is the world deceiv'd, by noise, and show!]

[Whig and Tory scratch and bite]

[Women talk of love for fashion]

[Have a care, gay, young, and wanton]

[Here, in wet, and windy, weather]

[Where'er the diamond's busy point could pass]

[As, in a journey, just begun]

[Were Women wise, their names on glass]

[Whisp'ring close a maid, long courted]

The Distinction of Ages.

Description of a Tempest, from CVII Psalm.

Woman's Resolution.

EPITAPH. Upon a Man, and his Wife.

EPILOGUE, To Every Man in his Folly, Spoke by Mrs Clive.

PROLOGUE to the Tuscan Treaty.

The Muse to the Writer.

An ODE, to Astræa

PROLOGUE, To the Double Deceit.

The humble Petition of Pegasus to the White Horse of H---r.

EPILOGUE, To Zara

EPIGRAM, On giving the Name of Georgia to a Part of Carolina.

A Letter from a departed Spirit;

The CIVth Psalm.

To his Muse.

The Tears of the Muses: A Poem.

The Creation.

CAMILLUS:

Free Thoughts upon Faith: Or the Religion of Reason.

Sareph and Hamar: An Episode.

The Judgement-Day: A Poem.

CLEON to LYCIDAS;

The Excursion of FANCY: A Pindaric Ode.

HOR. Lib. I. ODE XXII.

HOR. Lib. I. ODE V.

HOR. Lib. I. ODE XX.

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Hint from some old Verses,

on a Stone, in Stepney Church-wall.

Two thousand years, e'er Stepney had a name,
In Carthage walls, I shar'd the punic fame;
There, to the strongest, added strength I lent,
And proudly propp'd the world's best ornament.
Now, to cold Britain, a torn transport, thrown,
I piece a church-yard pile, unmark'd, unknown:

Stain'd, and half sunk in dirt, my sculpture lies,
And moulders, like the graves, which round me rise.
Oh! think, blind mortals! what frail dust, you claim,
And laugh at wealth, wit, beauty, pow'r, and fame!
Short praise, can fleeting hopes, like yours, supply,
Since times, and tongues, and tow'rs, and empires die!