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Poems on Various Subjects

By Henry James Pye ... In Two Volumes. Ornamented with Frontispieces

Pye, Henry James (1745-1813)

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I.

TO WILLIAM MITFORD, Esq.

ODE ON THE DIVINE OMNIPRESENCE. A COLLEGE EXERCISE.

ODE ON THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE OF WALES.

ODE TO LIBERTY.

ODE TO HARMONY.

Sent to Dr. HAYES, with the ODE to HARMONY.

VERSES addressed to a LADY.

Written on a LADY's FAN.

Written in the Year 1779, when the Combined Fleets were off Plymouth.

EPITAPH ON CHARLES D'AUSSEY, ESQUIRE,

Sent to Mr. HAYLEY, on reading his EPISTLES on EPIC POETRY.

Mr. HAYLEY's ANSWER.

THE MYRTLE AND BRAMBLE.

THE TRIUMPH OF FASHION. A VISION.

ON THE WRECK OF THE HALSEWELL.

THE PARSONAGE IMPROVED.

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SIX OLYMPIC ODES OF PINDAR.

THE FOURTH OLYMPIC ODE. To Psaumis of Camarina, on his Victory in the Chariot Race.

THE SIXTH OLYMPIC ODE. To Agesias of Syracuse, on his Victory gained by the Apené, or Chariot drawn by Mules.

THE EIGHTH OLYMPIC ODE. To Alcimedon, on his Olympic Victory; Timosthenes, on his Nemean Victory; and Melesias, their Preceptor.

THE NINTH OLYMPIC ODE. To Epharmostus of Opus, on his Olympic and Pythian Victories.

THE TENTH OLYMPIC ODE. To Agesidamus, son of Archestratus, an Epizephyrian Locrian, on his Victory obtained by the Cæstus.

THE THIRTEENTH OLYMPIC ODE. To Xenophon of Corinth, on his Victory in the Stadic Course, and Pentathlon, at Olympia.

TWO FRAGMENTS OF PINDAR's THRENI,

A GREEK SCOLION, OR SONG,

A FRAGMENT OF SIMONIDES.

II.

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ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.

'Tis friendly Death alone bestows
A refuge sure from human woes.
What though our mortal frames await
The inevitable stroke of Fate,
Given by the Gods, the immortal Mind
Unhurt, shall life eternal find:
Though oft when toil subdues the breast
Awhile she sink to silent rest,
Yet when in balmy sleep we lie
Around her active senses sly,
And clearly-boding dreams impart
Her judgment to the slumbering heart,
Which Bliss, fair Virtue's meed declare,
For Vice, the pangs of sad Despair.