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Poems on several occasions

By William Broome ... The second edition, With large Alterations and Additions

Broome, William (1689-1745)

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The Third Chapter of HABBAKKUK PARAPHRASED.

Part of the 38th and 39th Chapters of Job.

Daphnis and Lycidas. A PASTORAL.

THE FIRST ODE OF HORACE TRANSLATED.

An Epistle to my Friend Mr. ELIJAH FENTON,

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A DIALOGUE BETWEEN A Lady and her Looking-Glass, while she had the Green-Sickness.

A POEM On the Seat of War in FLANDERS,

To the Right Honourable Charles Lord Cornwallis,

BELINDA at the Bath.

To the Honourable Mrs. Elizabeth Townshend, Now Lady CORNWALLIS, On her Picture, at Rainham .

Part of the Tenth Book of the Iliads of Homer.

Poverty and Poetry.

To a LADY, Playing with a SNAKE.

TO A Lady of Thirty.

On the Birth-Day of a Gentleman when three Years old.

The Forty-third Chapter of Ecclesiasticus.

THE Conclusion of an Epilogue TO Mr. SOUTHERN's Last Play, Call'd, Money the Mistress.

THE PARTING, A SONG,

On a Flower which Belinda gave me from her Bosom.

THE STORY of Talus,

From the Eleventh Book of the Iliads of Homer.

To Mrs. Eliz. M---t,

PROLOGUE To Mr. Fenton's excellent Tragedy MARIAMNE.

To Mr. A. POPE, who corrected my Verses.

Monsieur Maynard Imitated.

ON A Mischievous Woman.

THE Widow and Virgin Sisters,

ON THE Death of my Dear Friend, Mr. ELIJAH FENTON .

A Poem on DEATH.

COURAGE in LOVE.

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TRANSLATIONS From the Greek Poets

THE BATTLE OF THE GODS and TITANS:

THE LOVE OF JASON and MEDEA.

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Monsieur Maynard Imitated.

To the Right Honourable The Lord CORNWALLIS.

I

While past its Noon the Lamp of Life declines,
And Age my vital Flame invades;
Faint, and more faint, as it descends, it shines,
And hastes, alas! to set in Shades.

II

Then some kind Pow'r shall guide my Ghost to Glades,
Where seated by Elysian Springs,
Fam'd Addison attunes to Patriot Shades
His Lyre, and Albion's Glory sings.

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III

There round, Majestic Shades, and Heroes Forms,
Will throng, to learn what Pilot guides
Watchful, Britannia's Helm thro' factious Storms,
And curbs the murmuring rebel Tides.

IV

I tell how Townshend treads the glorious Path
That leads the Great to deathless Fame,
And dwell at large on spotless English Faith,
While Walpole is the favourite Theme.

V

How nobly rising in their Country's Cause,
The stedfast Arbiters of Right
Exalt the Just and Good, to guard her Laws,
And call forth Merit into light.

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VI

A loud Applause around the Echoing Coast
Of all the pleas'd Elysium flies.—
But, Friend, what Place had you, replies some Ghost,
When Merit was the way to rise?

VII

What Deanery, or Prebend, thine, declare?
Good Heav'ns! unable to reply,
How like a stupid Idiot I should stare?
An Answer, Good my Lord, supply.