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The Wiccamical Chaplet

a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford

Huddesford, George (1749-1809)

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SMALLER POEMS, AND ODES.

ELEGIES, AND PLAINTIVE PIECES.

NUGÆ POETICÆ, &c.

SONNETS.

SONNET I. THE WORLD.

II.

SONNET II. FROM THE ITALIAN.

III.

SONNET III. TO Mr. WARTON,

IV.

SONNET IV. ON THE AUTHOR's BIRTH-DAY.

SONNET V. TO LAURA.

VI.

SONNET VI. THE RETURN OF LAURA.

VII.

SONNET VII. TO VALCLUSA.

VIII.

SONNET VIII. IMITATION FROM FAUSTINA MARATTI.

IX.

SONNET IX. ON DOVER CLIFFS.

SONNET X. TO AN OAK Blown down by the Wind.

XI.

SONNET XI. MORNING.

XII.

SONNET XII. TO BOCCACCIO.

XIII.

SONNET XIII. INSANIENTIS DUM SAPIENTIÆ.

XIV.

SONNET XIV. TO AN INFANT.

XV.

SONNET XV. RETIREMENT.

XVI.

SONNET XVI. ON A WET SUMMER.

XVII.

SONNET XVII. On a Revolution in the Opinions and Conduct of a Friend, whose Notions were supposed to be a little too free; and who was also supposed to have an Amour with a Lady who sung elegantly.

XVIII.

SONNET XVIII. ON THE DEATH OF THOMAS WARTON.

INSCRIPTIONS AND EPITAPHS.

SONGS AND BALLADS.

MOCK-HEROICAL AND BURLESQUE PIECES, PARODIES, EPIGRAMS, &c.

MISCELLANEOUS PIECES, FRAGMENTS, &c.

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SONNET III. TO Mr. WARTON,

On reading his History of English Poetry.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

'Tis not for Muse like mine in rude essay
To paint the beauties of thy classic page,
Which ay deserve far other patronage
Than the small meed sincere she fain would pay
Of verse, grave eulogy, or distich gay;
For that thou deign'st inform this sapient age
Whate'er was whilom told by tuneful sage,
Or harp'd in hall or bow'r on solemn day:
But more for that thy skill the Minstrel throng
Forbids in cold Oblivion's arms to lie;
Dear long-lost Masters of the British Song
They shall requite thee better far than I;
And, other climes and other shades among,
Weave Thee a laureate wreath that ne'er shall die.