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The poems of Dr. Yalden

Yalden, Thomas (1670-1736)

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THE POEMS OF DR. YALDEN.
  
AGAINST IMMODERATE GRIEF.
  
HYMN TO THE MORNING.
  
HYMN TO DARKNESS.
  
HUMAN LIFE.
  
AGAINST ENJOYMENT.
  
THE CURSE OF BABYLON.
  
TO MR. CONGREVE:
  
THE INSECT.
  
TO HIS FRIEND CAPTAIN CHAMBERLAIN,
  
TO MR. WATSON,
  
THE RAPE OF THEUTILLA:
  
AN ODE FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY,
  
THE FORCE OF JEALOUSY.
  
TO HIS PERJURED MISTRESS.
  
IMITATION OF HORACE.
  
PATROCLUS'S REQUEST TO ACHILLES FOR HIS ARMS.
  
ON THE RE-PRINTING MILTON'S PROSE WORKS WITH HIS POEMS.
  
TO SIR HUMPHRY MACKWORTH:
  
OVID'S ART OF LOVE.
  
TO THE MEMORY OF A FAIR YOUNG LADY,
  
TO MYRA;
  
ADVICE TO A LOVER.
  
ON THE CONQUEST OF NAMUR.
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ESOP AT COURT.
  
Esop to the King.
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FABLE I. THE RIVER AND THE FOUNTAINS.
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FABLE II. THE LION'S TREATY OF PARTITION.
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FABLE III. THE BLIND WOMAN AND HER DOCTORS.
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FABLE IV. THE SATYR'S ADDRESS.
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FABLE V. THE FARMER AND HIS DOG.
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FABLE VI. THE FOX AND BRAMBLE.
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FABLE VII. THE FOX AND WEAZLE.
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FABLE VIII. AN OWL AND THE SUN.
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FABLE IX. THE SEA AND THE BANKS.
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FABLE X. THE NIGHTINGALE AND CUCKOW.
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FABLE XI. THE SUN AND THE WIND.
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FABLE XII. THE BOAR AND FOREST.
  
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THE MORAL.
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FABLE XIII. THE FOX AND FLIES.
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FABLE XIV. THE BEAR AND MOUNTEBANK.
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FABLE XV. THE PEACOCK PROCLAIMED KING.
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FABLE XVI. A LACONIC CONDEMNED.

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THE MORAL; FROM NOSTRADAMUS.

Le sang du juste à Londres fera saute
Brusler par feu, &c.

Thus guilty Britain to her Thames complains,
“With royal blood defil'd, O cleanse my stains!
Whence plagues arise! whence dire contagions come!
And flames that my Augusta's pride consume!”
“In vain,” saith Thames; “the regicidal breed
Will swarm again, by them thy land shall bleed:
Extremest curse! but so just Heaven decreed!
Republicans shall Britain's treasures drain,
Betray her monarch, and her church prophane!
Till, gorg'd with spoils, with blood the leeches burst,
Or Tyburn add the second to the first.”
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