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Harvest-Home (1805)

(1749-1814)

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PRAYER TO HEALTH:

THE POET'S COTTAGE

VERSES TO MR. JOHN MAVOR, OF WADHAM COLLEGE, OXFORD; WITH A PRESENT OF SOME VIDONIA.

TO THE SAME, WITH A REGULATION SASH, ON HIS ENTERING THE LOYAL WOODSTOCK VOLUNTEERS, AS LIEUTENANT.

TO MR. HENRY MAVOR, ON THE AUTHOR'S WITNESSING THE SIGNATURE OF HIS INDENTURES NOVEMBER 19, 1803.

TO MR. GEORGE MAVOR.

VERSES WRITTEN AFTER SEEING THE PICTURES IN THE EARL OF WARWICK'S COLLECTION, WHILE ON A VISIT AT THE CASTLE.

TO A LADY , WHO CONVERTED A STRAW COTTAGE INTO A CARD-BOX.

THE WOUNDED MIND.

THE COUNSELS OF AFFECTION.

LINES PRESENTED TO THE SAME, WITH THE “BRITISH NEPOS .”

A POETICAL EPISTLE TO Dr. BREE, OF BIRMINGHAM,

THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE.

TO THE SAME, WITH A NEEDLE-CASE, SENT FROM BATH.

QUESTIONS TO CUPID, RESPECTING HENRY HORRIBOW .

TO A BEAUTIFUL SPANIEL,

VERSES, OCCASIONED BY THE LIBERAL OFFER OF A GENTLEMAN AFTER READING “THE POET'S COTTAGE .”

TO MRS. ROBERSON, OF OXFORD.

TO MRS. BILLINGTON:

TO MISS SHARP, ON THE SAME OCCASION.

TO A FRIEND, ON RECEIVING A PAIR OF SPECTACLES.

ADDRESS TO A SPACIOUS HOLLY TREE BELONGING TO MRS. INGRAM, AT WOOLFORD HOUSE, WARWICKSHIRE.

EXTEMPORE, ON HEARING MONSIEUR VON ESCHE'S MARCHE RELIGIEUSE.

SONG. SUNG BY NINE SISTERS ABOUT TO SEPARATE.

THE TWO SOPHIAS;

ON ACCIDENTALLY SEEING A FATHER TAKE LEAVE OF AN ONLY SON.

WRITTEN IN THE EMPTY HOUSE OF A FRIEND, ON THE FAMILY QUITTING TOWN.

TO MR. AND MRS. DROUGHT.

APOLOGY TO A FRIEND,

INVOCATION TO FORTUNE.

TO *******, ESQ.

TO A FRIEND, WITH A SPRIG OF BALM.

TO LADY MOSTYN,

SOPHIA'S ADDRESS TO SORROW.

THE POET's PETITION.

AN ODE, FOR THE CENTENARY OF THE CHARITY-SCHOOL OF ST. JOHN, WAPPING.

THE MODERN HERCULES.

TO MRS. VANCOUVER.

TO MISS VANCOUVER, ON RECEIVING FROM HER A BOUQUET OF WINTER FLOWERS.

STANZAS TO THE NEW MOON.

STANZAS, ON FAVOURABLE WEATHER HAPPENING AFTER THE AUTHOR'S FIRST ADDRESS TO THE NEW MOON.

TO A FRIEND IN AFFLICTION, WITH “THE PLEASURES OF HOPE.”

TO MR. AND MRS. FONBLANQUE; ON THE DEATH OF ONE OF THEIR CHILDREN.

EXTEMPORE LINES, PRESENTED ON THE MARRIAGE OF A FRIEND: INCLUDING THE AUTHOR'S APOLOGY FOR APPEARING IN BLACK.

TO AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE;

TO THE MEMORY OF *******.

A QUESTION ANSWERED.

ON MARGARET PICKARD'S ENTERING HER SIXTH YEAR, JANUARY 1, 1802.

THE FATE OF THE BARDS.

TO MRS. POTTER, ON CASTING THE AUTHOR'S NATIVITY.

TO GEORGIANA BYRON,

TO SOPHIA, ON HER BIRTH-DAY.

TO A LADY, WITH COWPER'S POEMS ELEGANTLY BOUND.

EXTEMPORE. TO MRS. SHEPHERD, IN PAYMENT OF A SHEET OF PAPER.

IMPROMPTU, ON MR. PHILLIPS'S LENDING HIS TOWN-HOUSE TO THE AUTHOR.

ADDRESS TO THE LYRE.

LINES WRITTEN AT A FRIEND'S VILLA AFTER A LONG ABSENCE.

ON BEING PRESENT AT THE NAMING OF A BEAUTIFUL CHILD.

PRESENTED TO THE CHILDREN OF GEORGE BLACKMAN, ESQ. WITH “PITY'S GIFT,” A SELECTION FOR YOUNGER MINDS.

WRITTEN AT THE HERMITAGE, NEAR BATH,

LINES, WRITTEN AT A FRIEND'S NEAR THE CELEBRATED NURSERY-GARDENS, IN THE KING'S-ROAD CHELSEA.

TO FANNY RUNDLE.

A SOLILOQUY, PENCILLED WHILE ON AN EXCURSION TO HAMPTON-COURT, JUNE 14, 1804.

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THE TWO SOPHIAS;

OR, THE INNOCENT ELOPERS.

Both Mother and Daughter gone off with a man!
And boarding and bedding a part of the plan!
But as Father and Husband approve of the fray,
The Scandalous World can have nothing to say.
Your time has no doubt pass'd both merry and hearty,
Since Cupid and Hymen were both of the party;
And when such brisk travellers journey together,
They may keep themselves warm in despite of cold weather.
White Favors, Cockades, flaming Torches and Darts,
And Mortals and Gods fed with bride-cake—in Hearts:

'Twas enough to make all the beholders regret,
As the carriage pass'd by, they were not of your set.
For myself I must own, altho' trips of that sort
When time has knoll'd fifty they're not a man's forte,
I wish it had been my good fortune to ride,
Pack'd up in a corner, near Bridegroom and Bride:

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Yet not for the world to take other folks' places,
But purely to look at two happy young faces;
And if there's a feast for the heart of Bard Pratt
More rich than another, I'll swear it is that;
And Critics and Snarlers may say what they will,
I know better than they the delights that I feel.

Now, though I'm too late in your Jaunt to take part,
I still may pour forth the soft pray'r of my heart—
That the Gods who went with you may greet your returning,
Cupid's Quiver be full, Hymen's Torch be still burning;
And when you and their Godships shall no longer roam,
Like yourselves may they find in your dwelling a Home!