A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes

Dodsley, Robert (1703-1764)

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ODE To the Right Honourable Francis Earl of HUNTINGDON. MDCCXLVII.

ODE To the Right Reverend BENJAMIN Lord Bishop of WINCHESTER.

On the Immortality of the Soul.

The Arbour: An Ode to Contentment.

The GROTTO: An Ode to Silence.

The Picture of HUMAN LIFE.

The DROPSICAL MAN.

PARADISE Regain'd. By H. T.

To the Right Hon. Sir Robert Walpole.

To a Lady on a Landscape of her Drawing.

ODE to Cupid on Valentine's Day.

To the Honourable and Reverend F. C.

To the Reverend T--- T---, D. D.

VACATION.

To a LADY very handsome, but too fond of Dress.

ANACREON. Ode III.

An Imitation of Horace, Ode II. Book III.

A Reply to a Copy of Verses made in Imitation of Ode II. Book III. of Horace.

Inscription on a Grotto of Shells at Crux-Easton, the Work of Nine young Ladies.

VERSES occasioned by seeing a Grotto built by Nine Sisters.

An Excuse for Inconstancy, 1737.

To VENUS. A Rant, 1732.

The Power of MUSIC. A SONG.

LETTER from Smyrna to his Sisters at Crux-Easton, 1733.

Part of a Letter to my Sisters at Crux-Easton, wrote from Cairo in Egypt, August 1734.

LETTER from Marseilles to my Sisters at Crux-Easton, May 1735.

The History of Porsenna, King of Russia,

To the Memory of an agreeable Lady bury'd in Marriage to a Person undeserving her.

An Elegy, written on Valentine Morning.

The DOWAGER.

ODE to the Honourable ---

To Miss ---. By Miss Elisa Carter.

Lady Mary W---, to Sir W--- Y---

Sir W--- Y---'s Answer.

Miss Soper's Answer to a Lady, who invited her to retire into a monastic Life at St. Cross, near Winchester.

REPENTANCE. By the Same.

A SONG.

CYNTHIA, an Elegiac Poem.

DIALOGUE to CHLORINDA.

To CHLORINDA.

The Fable of Ixion. To CHLORINDA.

A TALE. To CHLORINDA.

Ode on Lyric Poetry.

ARION, an Ode.

HORACE, Book II. Ode II.

A PANEGYRIC on ALE.

ODE to the Genius of Italy, occasioned by the Earl of Corke's going Abroad.

To C--- P---, Esq;

Epistle from the late Lord Viscount B---gb---ke to Miss Lucy A---k---ns.

The CHEAT's Apology.

SONG.

Another. By the Same.

To Mr. Grenville on his intended Resignation.

To Mr. Garrick, on his erecting a Temple and Statue to Shakespear.

On the Birth-Day of Shakespear. A Cento. Taken from his Works.

An Ode to SCULPTURE.

True RESIGNATION.

An Epistle from the King of PRUSSIA, to Monsieur Voltaire. 1757.

At seeing Archbishop William's Monument in Carnarvonshire.

Extempore Verses upon a Trial of Skill between the two great Masters of Defence, Messieurs Figg and Sutton.

A Letter from Cambridge to a young Gentleman at Eton School.

The INDOLENT.

The Song of Simeon paraphrased.

On the Invention of Letters.

On WIT.

On a SPIDER.

The Play-Thing chang'd.

The Fable of JOTHAM: To the Borough-Hunters.

An Elegy written in an empty Assembly-Room.

The FAKEER: A Tale.

To Mr. WHITEHEAD, On his being made Poet Laureat.

Verses on the Prospect of planting Arts and Learning in America.

To Mr. MASON.

ODE. To INDEPENDENCY.

ODE. On MELANCHOLY.

ODE.

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To Miss ---. By Miss Elisa Carter.

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The midnight moon serenely smiles
O'er nature's soft repose,
No lowring cloud obscures the skies,
Nor ruffling tempest blows.

II

Now every passion sinks to rest,
The throbbing heart lies still,
And varying schemes of life no more
Distract the labouring will.

III

In silence hush'd, to reason's voice
Attends each mental power;
Come dear Amanda, and enjoy
Reflection's favourite hour.

IV

Come, while this peaceful scene invites,
Let's search this ample round;
Where shall the lovely fleeting form
Of Happiness be found?

V

Does it amidst the frolic mirth
Of gay assemblies dwell?
Or hide beneath the solemn gloom
That shades the hermit's cell?

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How oft the laughing brow of joy
A sick'ning heart conceals,
And thro' the cloister's deep recess
Invading sorrow steals.

VII

In vain thro' beauty, fortune, wit,
The fugitive we trace!
It dwells not in the faithless smile
That brightens Clodio's face.

VIII

Howe'er our varying notions rove,
All yet agree, in one,
To place its being in some state,
At distance from our own.

IX

O blind to each indulgent gift
Of power, supremely wise,
Who fancy happiness in aught
That Providence denies.

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Vain is alike the joy we seek,
And vain what we possess,
Unless harmonious reason tunes
The passions into peace.

XI

To temp'rate bounds, to few desires,
Is happiness confin'd,
And deaf to folly's noise attends
The music of the mind.

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