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A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes

Dodsley, Robert (1703-1764)

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I.

ON THE PROSPECT OF PEACE, A POEM. To the LORD PRIVY-SEAL.

To the Right Honourable the Earl of WARWICK, &c.

COLIN AND LUCY.

AN IMITATION OF THE PROPHECY OF NEREUS.

TO Sir GODFREY KNELLER, at his Country Seat.

ON THE Death of the Earl of CADOGAN.

AN ODE Inscrib'd to the Right Honourable the EARL OF SUNDERLAND AT WINDSOR.

KENSINGTON GARDEN.

AN EPISTLE from a Lady in England, TO A GENTLEMAN at Avignon.

THE FEMALE REIGN: AN ODE.

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SIX TOWN ECLOGUES.

The LOVER: A Ballad. To Mr. C---

The LADY's Resolve.

The GENTLEMAN's Answer.

An EPISTLE to Lord B---

EPILOGUE To MARY, Queen of SCOTS.

A RECEIPT to Cure the Vapours.

The SPLEEN. An EPISTLE to Mr. C--- J---.

The SPARROW and DIAMOND.

JOVE and SEMELE.

On Barclay's Apology for the Quakers.

PRE-EXISTENCE: A POEM, In Imitation of MILTON.

CHIRON to ACHILLES. A POEM.

ΓΝΩΘΙ ΣΕΑΥΤΟΝ. Know your SELF.

LONDON: A POEM, In Imitation of the Third SATIRE of JUVENAL.

PROLOGUE SPOKEN BY Mr. GARRICK, At the Opening of the Theatre in Drury-lane 1747.

Of Active and Retired Life. AN EPISTLE to H. C. Esq;

THE RUINS of ROME. A POEM.

THE SCHOOL-MISTRESS. A POEM, In Imitation of Spenser.

THE ART of POLITICKS,

THE MAN of TASTE.

AN ESSAY ON CONVERSATION.

ODE, to a LADY. On the Death of Col. Charles Ross, in the Action at Fontenoy.

ODE, Written in the same Year.

ODE to EVENING.

VERSES written on a Blank Leaf,

ADVICE to a Lady in Autumn.

On a Lady drinking the Bath-Waters.

VERSES written in a Lady's Sherlock upon Death.

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VI.

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V.

Recitative.

Is there a clime, where all these beauties rise
In one collected radiance to her eyes?
Is there a plain, whose genial soil enhales
Glory's invigorating gales,
Her brightest beams where Emulation spreads,
Her kindliest dews where Science sheds,
Where every stream of Genius flows,
Where ev'ry flower of Virtue glows?
Thither the Muse exulting flies,
There she loudly cries—

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Chorus I.

All hail, all hail,
Majestic Granta! hail thy aweful name,
Dear to the Muse, to Liberty, to Fame.