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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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Sudden I hear'd soft sounds, a pleasing strain!
Music advanc'd with all her heav'nly train.
Sweetly enraptur'd then my pulse beat high,
And my breast glow'd fraught with unusual joy.
'Tis harmony can ev'ry passion move,
Give sorrow ease, or melt the soul to love;
Exulting Pleasure to her call attends,
E'en stormy Rage to pow'rful music bends.
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