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Poetics

Or, a series of poems, and disquisitions on poetry. By George Dyer
Dyer, George (1755-1841)

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VOL. I.
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ODES.
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BOOK THE FIRST.
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ODE I. VISIONS.
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ODE III. ON REVISITING THE SCENES OF EARLIER LIFE.
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ODE IV. ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING.
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ODE V. INDEPENDENCE.
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ODE VI. TO JOHN HAMMOND, A. M. OF FENSTANTON, HUNTINGDONSHIRE.
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ODE VII. THE RECONCILIATION.
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ODE VIII. INVOCATION TO MAY.
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BOOK THE SECOND.
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ODE I. THE RACE OF HEROES.
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ODE II. PEACE AND FREEDOM.
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ODE III. TO MRS. OPIE, WHEN MISS ALDERSON,
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ODE IV. TO AN INFANT,
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ODE VI. ON CONTEMPLATING THE WEALTH AND AGGRANDIZEMENT FLOWING FROM CERTAIN TRANSACTIONS IN INDIA.
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ODE X. ON THE EVENING.
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ODE XI. CUPID'S ADDRESS;
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ODE XII. ON SEEING A LADY'S PORTRAIT.
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ODE XIII. LOVE OF PLEASURE.
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ODE XIV. THE MUSIC OF THE GROVES.
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ODE XV. GAIA, OR MY OWN HONEST LANDLADY IN A COUNTRY VILLAGE.
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ODE XVI. THE PHILOSOPHY OF EVIL.
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ODE XVII. ADDRESS TO THE CAM.
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ODE XVIII. TO A LADY, WHO HAD RALLIED THE AUTHOR IN THE MONTHLY MAGAZINE, FOR HIS REJECTION OF TITLES.
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ODE XXI. TO NARCISSA.
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ODE XXII. TO MELANCHOLY.
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ODE XXIII. MEDITATED IN THE CLOISTERS OF CHRIST'S HOSPITAL.
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BOOK THE THIRD.
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ODE II. ON THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN, AFTER AN EXCURSION THROUGH HERTFORDSHIRE AND ESSEX.
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ODE III. THE RANSOM.
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ODE IV. ON SCIENCE.
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ODE VI. TO AN ENTHUSIAST.
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ODE VIII. ON PEACE.
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ODE IX. ON CONSIDERING THE UNSETTLED STATE OF EUROPE, AND THE OPPOSITION WHICH HAD BEEN MADE TO ATTEMPTS FOR THE ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE-TRADE.
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ODE XII. WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF JOHN HOWARD, AT HIS VILLA AT CARDINGTON, IN BEDFORDSHIRE.
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ODE XIII. TO THE NIGHTINGALE.
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ODE XV. TO A MINIATURE PAINTER,
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ODE XXI. AN EPITAPH FOR A HUMAN BEING.
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ODE XXII. TO A HUMBLE FRIEND.
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BOOK THE FOURTH.
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ODE II. AN ENGLISH SAPPHIC, IN PRAISE OF SNUFF AND TOBACCO.
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ODE III. TO MUSIC.
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ODE IV. ON WINE.
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ODE V. AFTER VISITING DRYBURGH ABBEY, IN BERWICKSHIRE.
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ODE VI. THE CHARM OF MUSIC.
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ODE VII. HYMN TO CHARITY.
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ODE VIII. THE SAILOR.
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ODE IX. THE TRIUMPH OF POETRY.
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ODE X. A SONG.
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ODE XI. ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS, AND THE HAVOC OF WAR.
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ODE XII. HYMN TO HEALTH.
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ODE XIII.
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ODE XIV.

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ODE XV. GAIA, OR MY OWN HONEST LANDLADY IN A COUNTRY VILLAGE.

Ye landladies flaunting and gay,
Who live in the great London town,
Who dress and look fine every day,
Each day brings you many a crown;
Too proud your trim lodgings to shew,
Such chambers no shelter afford,
But to him who looks spruce as a beau,
But to him who can strut like a lord.
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O! hear a poor rover complain,
And destin'd to rove about still,
How deeply his pockets ye drain,
How quickly your purses ye fill.
A while cease to sport in the ring,
And give me one moment or two;
Of Gaia, good Gaia, I sing,
A landlady honest and true.
Remote from the noise of a town,
Unread in the jargon of schools,
This landlady liv'd in renown,
And squar'd by the wisest of rules.
She toil'd in her own humble cot;
The village was full of her praise;
The rustics all envied her lot;
Her poet shall crown her with lays.
Her cottage so decent and neat,
Might gladden a lady most fine;
Her table so cleanly and sweet,
That with her a princess might dine.
Her provident hands did not spare;
Her friends she would help to the best;
For, tho' she maintain'd friends are rare,
She soon made a friend of her guest.
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Each Sunday at church she was seen
In silks, and with posy so sweet;
And, as she walk'd over the green,
Each neighbour she kindly would greet.
For Gaia lov'd king and her church,
And thought it a maxim most true,
That who left a poor priest in the lurch,
Would soon rob the king of his due.
Yet hers was a catholic heart;
Good Non-cons kind Gaia could love;
To all she would kindness impart,
As mercy she look'd for above.
She welcom'd the gay early lark;
And hated the chattering jay;
But the owl that delights in the dark,
She said was accurs'd thro' the day.
Her garden, tho' small, could afford
A portion for pleasure and use;
To cousins, when seen at her board,
She cakes and good wine could produce.
A neat little damsel was by,
Who waited and work'd at her will;
And a spinning wheel always was nigh,
That Molly might never stand still.
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She gave to each rosy-fac'd boy
A cake, if he read his book well;
Her scraps gave the beggar-man joy;
Gipsy Joe all her praises would tell.
Like the bee and the provident ant,
Thus she toils, and she spends while she spares;
And tho' she so hated a cant,
Yet Gaia would oft say her prayers.
Ye landladies flirting and gay,
Give Gaia the praise that is due;
And call her, for call her you may,
A landlady honest and true.
And now I have finished my lays,
To her tho' more virtues belong:
But Gaia ne'er ask'd for my praise;
And therefore I give her a song.
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