Poems on Several Occasions

Byles, Mather (1707-1788)

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The Almighty Conqueror.

The GOD of Tempest.

The Complaint and the Consolation.

The Altogether Lovely.

The Comparison, the Choice, and the Enjoyment.

On a very profane Compliment in a noble and devout Poem.

HYMN to CHRIST for our Regeneration and Resurrection.

GOLIAH'S Defeat. In the Manner of Lucan.

ODE, for Palatine Tune.

Written in Milton's PARADISE LOST.

To the Memory of a young Commander slain in a Battle with the Indians, 1724.

Written in Dr. Watt's Poems; given to a young Lady.

An Elegy address'd to His Excellency Governour BELCHER: On the Death of his Brother-in-Law, the Honourable Daniel Oliver, Esq;

To a Friend, on the Death of a Relative.

Hymn at Sea.

To an ingenious young Gentleman, on his dedicating a Poem to the Author.

The Bloom of Life, fading in a happy Death.

A Poem on the Death of King George I. And Accession of King George II.

To His Excellency Governour Burnet, on his Arrival at Boston.

To His Excellency Governour BELCHER, on the Death of His LADY.

To Pollio, on his preparing for the Press a Treatise against the Romish Church.

On the Death of the Queen.

To the Reverend Dr. WATTS, on his Divine POEMS.

To Pictorio, on the Sight of his Pictures.

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The following Epigram was written upon a Pile of Building, erected in Paris by Louis XIVth after the Peace with Queen Anne.

The Conflagration.

ETERNITY.

Added by a Friend, upon reading the foregoing.

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To the Reverend Dr. WATTS, on his Divine POEMS.

I.

Say, smiling Muse, what heav'nly Strain
Forbids the Waves to roar;
Comes gently gliding o'er the Main,
And charms our list'ning Shore!

II.

What Angel strikes the trembling Strings;
And whence the golden Sound!
Or is it Watts—or Gabriel sings
From yon celestial Ground?

III.

'Tis Thou, Seraphick Watts, thy Lyre
Plays soft along the Floods;
Thy Notes, the ans'wring Hills inspire,
And bend the waving Woods.

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The Meads, with dying Musick fill'd,
Their smiling Honours show,
While, whisp'ring o'er each fragrant Field,
The tuneful Breezes blow.

V.

The Rapture sounds in ev'ry Trace,
Ev'n the rough Rocks regale,
Fresh flow'ry Joys flame o'er the Face
Of ev'ry laughing Vale.

VI.

And Thou, my Soul, the Transport own,
Fir'd with immortal Heat;
While dancing Pulses driving on,
About thy Body beat.

VII.

Long as the Sun shall rear his Head,
And chase the flying Glooms,
As blushing from his nuptial Bed
The gallant Bridegroom comes:

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Long as the dusky Ev'ning flies
And sheds a doubtful Light,
While sudden rush along the Skies
The sable Shades of Night:

IX.

O Watts, thy sacred Lays so long
Shall ev'ry Bosom fire;
And ev'ry Muse, and ev'ry Tongue
To speak thy Praise conspire.

X.

When thy fair Soul shall on the Wings
Of shouting Seraphs rise,
And with superior Sweetness sings
Amid thy native Skies;

XI.

Still shall thy lofty Numbers flow,
Melodious and divine;
And Choirs above, and Saints below,
A deathless Chorus! join.

To our far Shores the Sound shall roll,
(So Philomela sung)
And East to West, and Pole to Pole
Th' eternal Tune prolong.

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