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Poems on several occasions

By William Broome ... The second edition, With large Alterations and Additions

Broome, William (1689-1745)

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The Third Chapter of HABBAKKUK PARAPHRASED.

To Belinda,

Part of the 38th and 39th Chapters of Job.

MELANCHOLY:

Daphnis and Lycidas. A PASTORAL.

THE FIRST ODE OF HORACE TRANSLATED.

An Epistle to my Friend Mr. ELIJAH FENTON,

A DIALOGUE BETWEEN A Lady and her Looking-Glass, while she had the Green-Sickness.

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The MORAL.

A POEM On the Seat of War in FLANDERS,

To the Right Honourable Charles Lord Cornwallis,

The ROSE-BUD:

BELINDA at the Bath.

The COY.

To the Honourable Mrs. Elizabeth Townshend, Now Lady CORNWALLIS, On her Picture, at Rainham .

To Mr. POPE,

Part of the Tenth Book of the Iliads of Homer.

A PASTORAL,

Poverty and Poetry.

To a LADY, Playing with a SNAKE.

TO A Lady of Thirty.

On the Birth-Day of a Gentleman when three Years old.

The Forty-third Chapter of Ecclesiasticus.

THE Conclusion of an Epilogue TO Mr. SOUTHERN's Last Play, Call'd, Money the Mistress.

THE PARTING, A SONG,

On a Flower which Belinda gave me from her Bosom.

THE STORY of Talus,

From the Eleventh Book of the Iliads of Homer.

To Mrs. Eliz. M---t,

PROLOGUE To Mr. Fenton's excellent Tragedy MARIAMNE.

To Mr. A. POPE, who corrected my Verses.

Monsieur Maynard Imitated.

ON A Mischievous Woman.

THE COQUETTE.

THE Widow and Virgin Sisters,

ON THE Death of my Dear Friend, Mr. ELIJAH FENTON .

A Poem on DEATH.

COURAGE in LOVE.

THE COMPLAINT.

TRANSLATIONS From the Greek Poets

THE BATTLE OF THE GODS and TITANS:

THE LOVE OF JASON and MEDEA.

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TO A Lady of Thirty.

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No more let Youth its Beauty boast,
S---n at Thirty reigns a Toast:
And like the Sun as he declines,
More mildly, but more sweetly shines.

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The Hand of Time alone disarms
Her Face, of its superfluous Charms:
But adds, for every Grace resign'd,
A thousand to adorn her Mind.

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Youth was her too inflaming Time;
This, her more habitable Clime;
How must she then each Heart engage,
Who blooms like Youth, is wise like Age?

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Thus the rich Orange-trees produce
At once both Ornament, and Use:
Here op'ning Blossoms we behold,
There fragrant Orbs of ripen'd Gold.