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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.
  
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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35. A SONG.

[My dove upon her silver wings]

My dove upon her silver wings
Has softly flown away,
Perhaps to taste the crystal springs,
Or 'mid the clouds to stray:
In vain the Morn her splendour flings,
Since my dear bird's away!
Tell me, ye Nymphs, that haunt the flood,
Or in the hills delight,
If this enchanter of the wood
Has wander'd in your sight;
The fairest bird of Venus' brood,
Whose wings with love are bright?
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But, ah! I see her pinions play
Amid' the golden sky:
In haste she fondly speeds away,
To my soft arms to fly:
Come to my heart, O dove! and stay,
For fear the hawk be nigh.
With purple wine, and manchets rare,
I will your bill delight;
And, then, some wanton song prepare,
To make your slumbers light:
But leave, O bird, the crystal air,
And the empyreal light!
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