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A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes

Dodsley, Robert (1703-1764)

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An ELEGY WRITTEN IN A Country Church Yard.

HYMN to ADVERSITY.

EDUCATION. A POEM: IN TWO CANTOS.

TO THE Hon. Wilmot Vaughan, Esq; in Wales.

AN EPISTLE ADDRESS'D TO Sir THOMAS HANMER, On his Edition of Shakespear's Works.

A SONG FROM SHAKESPEAR's CYMBELINE. Sung by Guiderus and Arviragus over Fidele, supposed to be dead.

ELEGY To Miss D--- W---D.

Answer to the foregoing Lines.

EPISTLES in the Manner of Ovid.

An Imitation of the Eleventh Ode of the First Book of Horace.

VERSES to Dr. George Rogers, on his taking the Degree of Doctor in Physic at Padua, in the Year 1664.

VIRGIL's Tomb. Naples 1741.

The LINK. A Ballad.

THE SQUIRE of DAMES. A POEM. In SPENSER's Stile.

On the Death of a Lady's Owl.

The VANITY of Human Wishes.

The TEARS of OLD MAY-DAY.

SONG for RANELAGH.

The Benedicite Paraphrased.

An ODE to FANCY.

The MONKIES, a TALE.

An Epitaph. Thus Translated.

VERSES sent to Dean Swift on his Birth-day, with Pine's Horace finely bound.

VERSES written in a GARDEN.

AN ANSWER to a LOVE-LETTER.

In Answer to a LADY who advised RETIREMENT.

An Address of the Statues at Stowe, to Lord Cobham, on his Return to his Gardens.

An ODE ON THE DEATH of Mr. PELHAM.

VERSES Written at Mountauban in France, 1750.

The Revenge of AMERICA.

The Dying INDIAN.

ODE occasion'd by Reading Mr. West's Translation of Pindar.

THE PLEASURES of MELANCHOLY. Written in the Year 1745.

A SONNET; written at W---de in the Absence of ---.

On Sir Robert Walpole's Birth-day, August the 26th.

The Lawyer's Farewell to his Muse.

By Miss Cooper (now Mrs. Madan) in her Brother's Coke upon Littleton.

An ODE To the Right Honourable Stephen Poyntz, Esq; &c. &c.

ODE on the Death of Matzel, a favourite Bull-finch, address'd to Mr. St---pe, to whom the Author had given the Reversion of it when he left Dresden.

MARTIALIS EPIGRAMMA. Lib. vi. Ep. 24. Imitated.

The Progress of DISCONTENT.

On Lord Cobham's Gardens.

To a Child of Five Years old.

Father Francis's Prayer.

To the Right Hon. Henry Pelham, Esq

An ODE Performed in the Senate-House at Cambridge July 1, 1749, At the Installation of his Grace Thomas Holles Duke of Newcastle, Chancellor of the University.

ODE to an ÆOLUS's Harp.

ODE to HEALTH.

An AUTUMNAL ODE.

Translations from Horace.

To a LADY making a Pin-Basket.

ODE on Ambition.

An Address to his Elbow-chair, new cloath'd.

ODE to a Friend wounded in a Duel.

Written upon leaving a Friend's House in Wales.

DENNIS to Mr. THOMSON,

The BULFINCH in Town.

Written to a near Neighbour in a tempestuous Night, 1748.

Written at a Ferme Ornee near Birmingham; August 7th, 1749.

The GOLDFINCHES. An Elegy.

The BLACKBIRDS. An Elegy.

The HEROINES, or Modern Memoirs,

ODE to MEMORY. 1748.

The Princess ELIZABETH:

ODE to a Young Lady,

VERSES written towards the close of the Year 1748, to William Lyttelton, Esq;

RURAL INSCRIPTIONS.

A Pastoral BALLAD, in Four Parts.

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ODE to HEALTH.

By Mr. Duncombe, Fellow of Corpus Christi College, Cambridge.

Non est vivere, sed valere, vita.
Martial.

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Health! to thee thy vot'ry owes
All the blessings life bestows,
All the sweets the summer yields,
Melodious woods, and clover'd fields;
By thee he tastes the calm delights
Of studious days and peaceful nights:
By thee his eye each scene with rapture views;
The Muse shall sing thy gifts, for they inspire the Muse.

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Does increase of wealth impart
Transports to a bounteous heart?
Does the sire with smiles survey
His prattling children round him play?
Does love with mutual blushes streak
The swain's and virgin's artless cheek?
From Health these blushes, smiles and transports flow;
Wealth, children, love itself, to Health their relish owe.

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Nymph! with thee, at early Morn,
Let me brush the waving corn;
And, at Noon-tide's sultry hour,
O bear me to the wood-bine bow'r!
When Evening lights her glow-worm, lead
To yonder dew-enamell'd mead;
And let me range at Night those glimm'ring groves,
Where stillness ever sleeps, and Contemplation roves.

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This my tributary lay,
Grateful at thy shrine I pay,
Who for sev'n whole years hast shed
Thy balmy blessings o'er my head;
O! let me still enamour'd view
Those fragrant lips of rosy hue,
Nor think there needs th'allay of sharp disease,
To quicken thy repast, and give it pow'r to please.

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Now by swiftest Zephyrs drawn,
Urge thy chariot o'er the lawn;
In yon gloomy grotto laid,
Palemon asks thy kindly aid;
If goodness can that aid engage,
O hover round the virtuous sage:
Nor let one sigh for his own suff'rings rise;
Each human suff'ring fills his sympathizing eyes.

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Venus from Æneas' side
With successful efforts try'd
To extract th'envenom'd dart,
That baffled wise Iapis' art,
If thus, Hygeia, thou couldst prove
Propitious to the queen of love,
Now on thy favour'd Heberden bestow
Thy choicest healing pow'rs, for Pallas asks them now.

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What tho', banish'd from the fight,
To the hero's troubled sight,
Ranks on ranks tumultuous rose
Of flying friends and conqu'ring foes;
He only panted to obtain
A laurel wreath for thousands slain;
On nobler views intent, the Sage's mind
Pants to delight, instruct, and humanise mankind.

Author of Clarissa.