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A Collection of Original Poems

By Samuel Derrick

Derrick, Samuel (1724-1769)

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VERSES addressed to Mrs. Davis on her performing the part of the Lady in Comus.

The ART of MAKING KISSES.

The ENCHANTRESS.

The 25th Ode of the 3d Book of Horace Imitated.

CHANSON A BOIRE.

A VOYAGE from Dublin to Chester.

EPIGRAMMA OWENI translated.

To a Lady crying for the Death of her Lapdog.

THETIS and PELEUS.

The CATERPILLARS.

A Paraphrase on the 146th Psalm.

To a Lady who writes elegantly.

CUPID GONE ASTRAY.

The Fowler and the Nightingale.

VULCAN'S REVENGE.

A Paraphrase on the 19th Psalm.

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An Epistle to the Reverend Mr. ---.

An Answer to the foregoing Epistle.

ON A LADY SINGING.

The UNIVERSAL MISTAKE.

VENUS and ADONIS.

The PREPARATION.

The REQUEST, to MYRA.

EPIGRAMMA OWENI. translated.

To Mr. GENTLEMAN,

A HYMN to BACCHUS.

EPIGRAMMA AUDONEI Translated

The RESOLUTION.

A Defence of female Inconstancy.

EPIGRAMMA AUDONEI.

The JEALOUS LOVER.

A Defence of Women painting.

To Miss POTIER.

An Epistle to the Rev. Mr. W--- L---

Woman's Wit; or, The Friar fobb'd,

A SONG, upon Hope.

An ODE to Eblana,

To Miss ---

The Garden of Eden.

A Hymn to Contentment.

The COQUET. To Chloe.

On the Author's receiving a Sprig of Myrtle from a young Lady.

An Epitaph upon a young Lady.

Written extempore in a young Lady's Pocket-Book.

Upon SOMETHING.

On Mr. Pope's Death being mentioned in some News-papers, without any Account of his Character, Works, Life, Age, or Circumstances of his Illness.

Left by Mr. Pope in a Bed-chamber, at Adderbury in Oxfordshire, formerly the Seat of the Earl of Rochester, then in Possession of the late Duke of Argyle.

LAST NIGHT THOUGHTS.

A Crambo Song, on Mr. J. Dennison,

A Crambo Song on a Tankard.

The Crows, Starling, and Husbandman.

The Author's Apology for writing, after he had bid Farewel to his Muse.

BARDUS and BIBLIO.

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To Miss ---

Fair queen of love, thy pow'r I own;
To thee a suppliant bow;
And offer up at thy blest shrine,
My first, my infant vow.
No nymph, but you, how bright soe'er,
My stubborn heart could move;
No 'twas the charms of Celia's eyes,
That taught me first to love.

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So some misguided wretch, who late
Sin's pleasing mazes trod;
By Jove reclaim'd, great Jove adores,
And prostrate owns the God.