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The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot]

... With a Copious Index. To which is prefixed Some Account of his Life. In Four Volumes
Pindar, Peter (1738-1819)

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VOL. I.
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VOL. II.
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SUBJECTS FOR PAINTERS.
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EXPOSTULATORY ODES TO A GREAT DUKE AND A LITTLE LORD.
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A BENEVOLENT EPISTLE TO SYLVANUS URBAN, ALIAS MASTER JOHN NICHOLS, PRINTER, Common-Councilman of Farringdon Ward, And Censor General of Literature:
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A ROWLAND FOR AN OLIVER, OR A POETICAL ANSWER TO THE BENEVOLENT EPISTLE OF MR. PETER PINDAR.
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ADVICE TO THE FUTURE LAUREAT,
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COMPLIMENTARY EPISTLE TO JAMES BRUCE, ESQ. The Abyssinian Traveller.
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THE RIGHTS OF KINGS,
  
PROËMIUM.
  
ODE TO THE ACADEMICIANS.
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ODE II.
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ODE III.
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ODE IV.
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ODE V.
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ODE VI.
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ODE VII.
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ODE VIII.
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ODE IX.
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ODE X.
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ODE XI.
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ODE XII.
  
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ODE TO HYMEN;
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ODE XIII.
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ODE XIV.
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ODE XV.
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ODE XVI.
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ODE XVII.
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ODE XVIII.
  
TO MR. PITT.
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ODES TO MR. PAINE, AUTHOR OF ‘RIGHTS OF MAN;’
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THE REMONSTRANCE; TO WHICH IS ADDED AN ODE TO MY ASS ALSO THE MAGPIE AND ROBIN, A TALE; AN APOLOGY FOR KINGS; AND AN ADDRESS TO MY PAMPHLET.
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MORE MONEY!
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ODES OF IMPORTANCE, &c.
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THE TEARS OF ST. MARGARET;
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A PAIR OF LYRIC EPISTLES TO LORD MACARTNEY AND HIS SHIP.
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ODES TO KIEN LONG, The present Emperor of China;
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A POETICAL, SERIOUS, AND POSSIBLY IMPERTINENT, EPISTLE TO THE POPE.
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PATHETIC ODES.
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VOL. III.
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VOL. IV.

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SONG.

[Farewel to the fragrance of morn]

Farewel to the fragrance of morn;
Farewel to the song of the grove—
I go from my Delia forlorn;
I go from the daughter of Love!
I was told that I ought not to gaze
On the beauty by which I'm undone;
But how could I hide from their rays?
What mortal can fly from the sun?
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