A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes

Dodsley, Robert (1703-1764)

VOL. I.

ON THE PROSPECT OF PEACE, A POEM. To the LORD PRIVY-SEAL.

To the Right Honourable the Earl of WARWICK, &c.

COLIN AND LUCY.

AN IMITATION OF THE PROPHECY OF NEREUS.

TO Sir GODFREY KNELLER, at his Country Seat.

ON THE Death of the Earl of CADOGAN.

AN ODE Inscrib'd to the Right Honourable the EARL OF SUNDERLAND AT WINDSOR.

KENSINGTON GARDEN.

AN EPISTLE from a Lady in England, TO A GENTLEMAN at Avignon.

THE FEMALE REIGN: AN ODE.

SIX TOWN ECLOGUES.

The LOVER: A Ballad. To Mr. C---

The LADY's Resolve.

The GENTLEMAN's Answer.

An EPISTLE to Lord B---

EPILOGUE To MARY, Queen of SCOTS.

A RECEIPT to Cure the Vapours.

The SPLEEN. An EPISTLE to Mr. C--- J---.

An EPIGRAM.

The SPARROW and DIAMOND.

JOVE and SEMELE.

The SEEKER.

On Barclay's Apology for the Quakers.

PRE-EXISTENCE: A POEM, In Imitation of MILTON.

CHIRON to ACHILLES. A POEM.

ΓΝΩΘΙ ΣΕΑΥΤΟΝ. Know your SELF.

LONDON: A POEM, In Imitation of the Third SATIRE of JUVENAL.

PROLOGUE SPOKEN BY Mr. GARRICK, At the Opening of the Theatre in Drury-lane 1747.

Of Active and Retired Life. AN EPISTLE to H. C. Esq;

GRONGAR HILL.

THE RUINS of ROME. A POEM.

THE SCHOOL-MISTRESS. A POEM, In Imitation of Spenser.

THE ART of POLITICKS,

THE MAN of TASTE.

AN ESSAY ON CONVERSATION.

ODE, to a LADY. On the Death of Col. Charles Ross, in the Action at Fontenoy.

ODE, Written in the same Year.

ODE to EVENING.

VERSES written on a Blank Leaf,

ADVICE to a Lady in Autumn.

On a Lady drinking the Bath-Waters.

VERSES written in a Lady's Sherlock upon Death.

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VERSES written in a Lady's Sherlock upon Death.

Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by,
His doctrine is deceiving;
For whilst he teaches us to die,
He cheats us of our living.

To die's a lesson we shall know
Too soon without a master;
Then let us only study now
How may we live the faster.

To live's to love, to bless, be blest
With mutual inclination;
Share then my ardour in your breast,
And kindly meet my passion.

But if thus bless'd I may not live,
And pity you deny,
To me at least your Sherlock give,
'Tis I must learn to die.

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VERSES written in a Lady's Sherlock upon Death.