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Poems Upon Several Occasions

By Benj. Hawkshaw

Hawkshaw, Benjamin

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On the hopefull Author of these Ingenious Poems.

To the Ingenious Mr. Hawkshaw on the Publication of his Poems.

To my Ingenious Friend Mr. Hawkshaw, on the Advance of the Poetry.

To the Ingenious Author, now of the Colledge in Dublin.

ON K. CHARLES IId's; Restoration.

The Dream that Night Limerick was surrendred.

On the Death of the Young Lady I. S.

On Dr. G. refreshing himself each Morning in St. John's Walks.

The good-Fellow.

On a Friend who desir'd me to make a Copy of Verses on his Name.

An Allusion to Claudian's Epigram on Archimedes's Sphere.

Against Knowledge.

Translated from the Italian Poet Sannazarius.

An Apology for Rome in Answer to that from Venice, translated from a Latin Copy.

A Morning's Thought.

To Mr. J. C. Sometime School-Master in Dublin.

On a Fly that was drown'd in a Ladies Mouth.

On the River Cam.

The Retirement.

On the Preservation of the Library in Dublin-College.

Tu ne quæfieris, out of Hor. Paraphras'd.

The Meditation.

On the Popish Conspiracy.

On the Shortness of Man's Life.

A Dialogue between Reason and the Inferior Powers.

From the Italian Poets.

The Indifferency.

On the King's landing at Harwich, after he had been expos'd to many Dangers in his Voyage to Holland.

On Dr. G. Reducing the Years to Terms, which were requisite for them who took their Bachelours Degree.

The Golden-Age.

The Recantation.

From Sannarius.

On the unhappy State of Ireland, by reason of the Civil War.

The Consolation.

On the Death of the most Renown'd Pierce Brackenbury Doctour of Physick, and Senior Fellow of St. John's.

On the Earl of Danby's couragious Enterprise at La-Hogue, who set the French Ships on fire.

The Consummation.

Love-Verses, SONGS AND TRANSLATIONS, By the same Hand.

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On the unhappy State of Ireland, by reason of the Civil War.

Pindarick.

I

Unhappy Kingdom how thou'rt toss'd about,
Since the first Sailors found thee out!
That Peace which did the World for sake,
And thither did her private Voyage make,
Hoping to build her Nest
In Privacy and Rest,
Is now disturb'd and doom'd to be
Like wand'ring Cain, shut out of all Prosperity.

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II

How art thou chang'd unhappy Isle!
Now all thy Tenants are become Exile;
In Plagues more fruitful than the River Nile:
Surely Another Aaron's Rod,
Mov'd by the Anger of a Hebrew God;
Threatens the Kingdom's Fate, at whose Command
Obedient Evils over-flow the Land.

III

The Riches of the World beside
Of old flow'd in to thee with ev'ry Tide,
As high as Egypt's Pyramids in Pride:
Learning and Force did thee compose
As Soul, and Body us;
But yet thy Noble and Majestick State,
Made thee an easier Prey for Fate,
I fear too soon thy Ruine, and thy Rise too late.

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IV

Thou like an Empty hulk at Sea,
Void of a Pilot doest the Winds obey,
Thy valued Lading thrown away:
Pitied by thy Neighbours all,
Thou floatest and wandrest on the watry Ball;
Sad as the Place where Vulcan fell,
Doom'd only by the Gods to make a Hell.

V

But since thou'rt sunk so low into the Main,
May Phœbus raise his Delos once again:
May all the Pow'rs above,
Make thee once more the Isle of Love;
May no Egyptian Darkness rear
Her sooty Wings to cloud this Air;
May all thy Cares and Storms dissolve away,
And rise thou bright and happy ev'ry Day.