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The miscellaneous essays and occasional writings of Francis Hopkinson, Esq

Hopkinson, Francis (1737-1791)

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VOLUME I.
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VOLUME II.
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VOLUME III.
  
TO THE Rev. Mr. WILLIAM SMITH,
  
ODE ON MUSIC.
  
SONG.
  
To Miss ---,
  
To THE MEMORY OF Mr. WILLIAM WILLCOCKS,
  
HERMITAGE, A POEM,
  
ADVICE TO AMANDA.
  
AN EPIGRAM.
  
L'ALLEGRO.
  
IL PENSEROSO.
  
A MORNING HYMN.
  
AN ELEGY.
  
VERSES
  
SONG.
  
On THE LATE SUCCESSFUL EXPEDITION AGAINST LOUISBOURG.
  
A PROLOGUE
  
EPILOGUE FOR TAMERLANE,
  
A PROLOGUE
  
CHARITY, A POEM.
  
DESCRIPTION OF A CHURCH.
  
TO CELIA,
  
A PARAPHRASE.
  
An ELEGY.
  
An EPITAPH.
  
DISAPPOINTED LOVE.
  
An EXERCISE.
  
THE ODE.
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An EXERCISE;
  
An ODE
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SCIENCE; A POEM.
  
A MORNING HYMN.
  
AN EVENING HYMN.
  
TO ROSALINDA,
  
EXTEMPORE VERSES
  
DIRTILLA, A POEM.
  
A SENTIMENT:
  
THE TREATY; A POEM ,
  
AN ELEGY
  
VERSES
  
TO A VERY YOUNG LADY.
  
AN ODE
  
THE HUMBLE PETITION
  
To MYRTILLA.
  
AN EVENING AT SEA.
  
VERSES
  
TO DELIA,
  
SONG.
  
TO MYRTILLA.
  
THE WASP.
  
TO T--- M---, Esq.
  
TO THE MEMORY OF Mrs. MARY M'KEAN.
  
POLITICAL BALLADS,
  
The BATTLE OF THE KEGS.
  
A CAMP BALLAD.
  
THE TOAST.
  
The BIRDS, the BEASTS, and the BAT.
  
THE MOST GRACIOUS ADDRESS
  
IN MEMORY OF Mr. JAMES BREMNER.
  
SONG I. Come, fair Rosina, come away
  
SONG II. My love is gone to sea
  
SONG III. Beneath a weeping willow's shade
  
SONG IV. Enraptur'd I gaze when my Delia is by
  
SONG V. See down Maria's blushing cheek
  
SONG VI. O'er the hills far away, at the birth of the morn
  
SONG VII. My gen'rous heart disdains
  
SONG VIII. The traveller benighted and lost
  
AN ORATION,

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An EPITAPH.

For AN Infant.

Sleep on, sweet babe! no dreams annoy thy rest,
Thy spirit flew unsullied from thy breast:
Sleep on, sweet innocent! nor shalt thou dread
The passing storm that thunders o'er thy head:
Thro' the bright regions of yon azure sky,
A winged seraph, now she soars on high;
Or, on the bosom of a cloud reclin'd,
She rides triumphant on the rapid wind;
Or from its source pursues the radiant day;
Or on a sun-beam, smoothly glides away;
Or mounts aerial, to her blest abode,
And sings, inspir'd, the praises of her God:
Unveiled, thence, to her extensive eye,
Nature, and Nature's Laws, expanded lie:
Death, in one moment, taught this infant more
Than years or ages ever taught before.
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