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Miscellanies in Prose and Verse

By Anna Williams
Williams, Anna (1706-1783)

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ESSAYS IN VERSE AND PROSE.
  
The ANT.
  
A SONNET. TO A LADY OF INDISCREET VIRTUE.
  
To CLARA.
  
THE ROSE.
  
THE VALLEY OF THE MOON.
  
To MISS ---
  
The CAUTION.
  
To MYRTILIS.
  
[HERE Pollio lies, whose contemplations fir'd]
  
The HAPPY LIFE.
  
On a YOUNG LADY Confined to her Chamber by Sickness.
  
AN EPITAPH ON CLAUDY PHILLIPS, A MUSICIAN.
  
The WISH.
  
TO CLEORA ON HER ABSENCE.
  
The TRUE HERO.
  
VERSES addressed to Mr. RICHARDSON, ON HIS HISTORY of Sir CHARLES GRANDISON.
  
To Miss S. GREY. ON HER SINGING.
  
EPITAPH ON MR. WORRAL OF WORCESTERSHIRE.
  
To MARCUS.
  
Occasioned by the Marriage of MISS --- and Mr. ---.
  
AN ITALIAN SONG, SUNG BY MRS. MINGOTTI, At the Beginning of the late War, TRANSLATED.
  
On the DEATH of STEPHEN GREY, F. R. S.
  
On the DEATH of Sir ERASMUS PHILIPPS,
  
The EXCURSION.
  
An ODE.
  
An ODE, ON THE DEATH of the Patriot MARCUS.
  
THE PETITION.
  
REFLECTIONS
  
The HAPPY SOLITUDE, OR THE WISHED RETIREMENT.
  
BOILEAU to his GARDENER.
  
An ODE ON FRIENDSHIP.
  
To LAURA:
  
A TRANSLATION OF THE LATIN EPITAPH On Sir THOMAS HANMER.
  
RASSELAS to IMLAC.
  
An ODE.
  
To Miss ***.
  
The NUNNERY.
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THE UNINHABITED ISLAND. FROM THE ITALIAN OF METASTASIO.
  
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SCENE THE LAST.

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THE ROSE.

Child of summer, lovely Rose,
In thee what blushing beauty glows,
But ere to-morrow's setting sun,
Thy beauty fades, thy form is gone;
Yet tho' no grace thy buds retain,
Thy pleasing odours still remain:
Cleora's smile, like thine, sweet flower,
Shall bloom and wither in an hour;
But mental fragrance still will last,
When youth and youthful charms are past.
Ye Fair, betimes the moral prize,
'Tis lasting beauty to be wise.
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