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Juvenile poems on various subjects

With the Prince of Parthia, a tragedy
Godfrey, Thomas (1736-1763)

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ELEGY, To the Memory of Mr Thomas Godfrey.
  
ELEGY, to the Memory of the same.
  
The INVITATION. 1758.
  
VERSES
  
ODE ON FRIENDSHIP. 1758.
  
EPISTLE
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PASTORALS.
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I. To the same.
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II. To Dr. J--- K---sl---y, jun.
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III. To the Memory of General WOLFE, who was slain at the taking of QUEBEC.
  
A DITHYRAMBIC ON WINE.
  
The WISH.
  
A NIGHT-PIECE.
  
THE COURT of FANCY;
  
VICTORY.
  
A PARAPHRASE on the first PSALM.
  
A CANTATA, ON PEACE. 1763.
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SONGS.
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[I. The day was clos'd beneath the shade]
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[II. When in Celia's heav'nly Eye]
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III. To SYLVIA.
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[IV. Young Thyrsis with sighs often tells me his Tale]
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[V. O come to Misonborough's grove]
  
[VI. For Chloris long I sigh'd in vain]
  
VII. AMYNTOR.
  
THE ASSEMBLY OF BIRDS; from CHAUCER.
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THE PRINCE OF PARTHIA,
  
Advertisement.
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ACT I.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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ACT II.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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ACT III.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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ACT IV.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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ACT V.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE the Last.

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Sweet Poesy was seen their steps behind,
With golden tresses sporting in the wind;
In careless plaits did her bright garments flow,
And nodding laurels wav'd around her brow;
Sweetly she struck the string, and sweetly sung,
Th' attentive tribe on the soft accents hung.
'Tis her's to sing who great in arms excel,
Who bravely conquer'd or who glorious fell;
Heroes in verse still gain a deathless name,
And ceaseless ages their renown proclaim.
Oft to Philosophy she lends her aid,
And treads the Sage's solitary shade;
Her great first task is nobly to inspire
Th' immortal Soul with Virtue's sacred fire.
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