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Poems on Several Occasions

By Edward, Lord Thurlow. The Second Edition, considerably enlarged
Thurlow, Edward Hovell-Thurlow (1781-1829)

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VERSES PREFIXED TO THE DEFENCE OF POËSY.
  
TO THE MOST NOBLE PRINCE THE DUKE OF DORSET.
  
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD HOLLAND.
  
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE EARL OF GRANARD.
  
A SONG TO SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
  
HERMILDA.
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SYLVA:
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3. ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE EARL OF MOIRA, TO THE GOVERNMENT OF INDIA.
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4. A SONG, TO AMORET.
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6. A DIALOGUE OF TWO SHEPHERDS.
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8. A SONG.
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10. A SONG.
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17. TO THE VERY NOBLE, AND ACCOMPLISHED, THE LORD HOLLAND:
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22. TO A LADY:
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30. ON THE MANY ATTACKS MADE BY LATE WRITERS ON THE MEMORY OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
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31. FROM ANACREON.
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33. FROM THE ITALIAN OF DIANA SAMPIERI, OF OTRICOLI. ON A LADY BATHING.
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35. A SONG.
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36. THE FIRST PSALM.
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37. THE INDUCTION TO MY POEM, WHICH I DESIGNED TO WRITE; ENTITLED, “ENGLAND TRIUMPHANT.”
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38. THE PRAISE OF PINDAR, AND THEN OF AUGUSTUS:
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40. ON THE QUEEN'S PASSING THROUGH OTRICOLI, ON HER WAY TO ROME.
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41. ON THE QUEEN CHRISTINA'S ENTRANCE INTO OTRICOLI; DECEMBER 18, 1654.
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42. ON BEHOLDING MR. DENT'S LIBRARY, IN HERTFORD-STREET.
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45. FROM THE LATIN OF HORACE.
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47. ON MR. TODD'S EDITION OF SPENSER.
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58. THE LEGEND OF THE KNIGHT OF ILLYRIA.
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59. THE THIRD ELEGY OF THE THIRD BOOK OF TIBULLUS.
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61. FROM HORACE.
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62. FROM HORACE. THE THIRTEENTH ODE OF THE BOOK OF EPODES.

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[O Hyacynth, thy fate and mine are one]

O Hyacynth, thy fate and mine are one;
I read upon thy silver leaves my woe;
We both are of that deity undone,
Who with his darts did strike the Python low:
The loss of this immortal love we share,
Yet happy is thy fate, compar'd with mine,
For thou of balmy Nature art the heir,
And drinkest with delight his beams divine:
But Phœbus from my face averts his look,
And leaves me in the desart without guide;
The argument, that must fulfill my book,
Is sorrow, and all loss, that can betide:
Unless indeed he shall restore his ray,
And turn my dark December into May.
 

This, and the five following Sonnets, were the beginning of several copies of Verses, which I designed to write under the title of “Aurora.”

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