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Poems (1791)

Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)

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VOL I.
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[A Trip to Cambridge, or the Grateful Fair.]
  
The Princess Perriwinkle sola, attended by fourteen Maids of great honour.
  
[In ancient days, as jovial Horace sings]
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ODES.
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IDLENESS.
 II. 
To ETHELINDA,
 III. 
On an EAGLE confined in a College Court.
 IV. 
On the sudden Death of a CLERGYMAN.
 V. 
On GOOD-NATURE.
 VI. 
On ILL-NATURE.
 VII. 
To the reverend and learned Dr. WEBSTER,
 VIII. 
EPITHALAMIUM.
 IX. 
ODE IX. The Author apologizes to a Lady, for his being a little Man.
 X. 
ODE X. An Ode on the 26th of January, being the Birth-Day of a Young Lady.
 XI. 
ODE XI. On taking a Bachelor's Degree.
 XII. 
A MORNING PIECE,
 XIII. 
A NOON-PIECE;
 XIV. 
A NIGHT-PIECE;
 XV. 
On Miss ---.
 XVI. 
On the Fifth of December, being the Birth-Day of a beautiful young Lady.
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ODE FOR MUSICK ON Saint CECILIA's DAY
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VIII.
  
HYMN TO THE SUPREME BEING,
  
ON THE ETERNITY OF THE SUPREME BEING,
  
ON THE IMMENSITY OF THE SUPREME BEING,
  
ON THE OMNISCIENCE OF THE SUPREME BEING,
  
ON THE POWER OF THE SUPREME BEING,
  
ON THE GOODNESS OF THE SUPREME BEING.
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THE HOP-GARDEN.
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BOOK THE FIRST.
 2. 
BOOK THE SECOND.
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THE HILLIAD:
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BOOK THE FIRST.
  
THE JUDGMENT OF MIDAS,
  
REASON AND IMAGINATION.
  
ODE TO LORD BARNARD,
  
ODE TO LADY HARRIOT.
  
Ode to the Earl of Northumberland,
  
THE SWEETS OF EVENING.
  
ODE to a Virginia Nightingale, which was cured of a Fit in the Bosom of a young Lady, who afterwards nursed the Author in a dangerous Illness.
  
Martial. Book 1, Ep. 26.
  
On a Lady throwing Snow-Balls at her Lover.
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VOL. II.
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FABLES.
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The WHOLESALE CRITIC and the HOP-MERCHANT.
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The ENGLISH BULL DOG, DUTCH MASTIFF, and QUAIL.
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FASHION AND NIGHT.
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WHERE'S THE POKER?
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The TEA-POT and SCRUBBING-BRUSH.
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The DUELLIST.
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The COUNTRY SQUIRE and the MANDRAKE.
 VIII. 
The BROCADED GOWN and LINEN RAG.
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MADAM and the MAGPIE.
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The BLOCKHEAD and BEEHIVE.
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The CITIZEN and the RED LION of BRENTFORD.
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The HERALD and HUSBAND-MAN.
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A STORY of a COCK and a BULL.
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The SNAKE, the GOOSE, and NIGHTINGALE.
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Mrs. ABIGAIL and the DUMB WAITER.
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The BAG-WIG and the TOBACCO-PIPE.
 XVII. 
CARE and GENEROSITY.
 XVIII. 
The PIG.
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BALLADS.
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SWEET WILLIAM.
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The LASS with the GOLDEN LOCKS.
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On my WIFE's BIRTH-DAY.
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The DECISION.
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Tho TALKATIVE FAIR.
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The SILENT FAIR.
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The FORCE of INNOCENCE.
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The DISTRESSED DAMSEL.
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The FAIR RECLUSE.
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To Miss --- one of the Chichester Graces.
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LOVELY HARRIOT,
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To JENNY GRAY.
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To Miss KITTY BENNET and her Cat Crop.
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The PRETTY BAR-KEEPER of the MITRE.
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The WIDOW's RESOLUTION.
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EPISTLES.
  
EPISTLE to Mrs. TYLER.
  
To the Rev. Mr. Powell, on the Non-performance of a Promise he made the Author of a Hare.
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EPIGRAMS.
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The SICK MONKEY.
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APOLLO and DAPHNE.
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The MISER and the MOUSE.
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Epigram IV. On a Woman who was singing Ballads for Money to bury her Husband.
  
To the Right Hon. Earl of Darlington, on his being appointed Paymaster of his Majesty's Forces.
  
On the Death of Master Newbery, after a lingering Illness.
  
Epitaph on the Rev. Mr. Reynolds, at St. Peter's in the Isle of Thanet.
  
To my worthy Friend Mr. T. B one of the People called Quakers.
  
On seeing the Picture of Miss R--- G---N. Drawn by Mr. Varelst, of Threadneedle-street.
  
An Invitation to Mrs. Tyler, a Clergyman's Lady, to dine upon a Couple of Ducks on the Anniversary of the Authors Wedding-Day.
  
To MISS S--- P---E.
  
After Dining with Mr. MURRAY.
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INSCRIPTIONS ON AN ÆOLIAN HARP.
  
On one End.
  
The Long-Nosed Fair.
  
The PRETTY CHAMBERMAID:
  
The famous general EPITAPH
  
THE HORATIAN CANONS OF FRIENDSHIP.
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An occasional Prologue and Epilogue to Othello, as it was acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane, on Thursday the 7th of March, 1751, by Persons of Distinction for their Diversion.
  
[While mercenary actors tread the stage]
  
EPILOGUE.
  
EPILOGUE TO THE APPRENTICE.
  
EPILOGUE Spoken by Mr. Shuter, at Covent Garden, after the Play of the CONSCIOUS LOVERS, acted for the Benefit of the Middlesex Hospital for Lying-in Women, 1755, in the Character of a Man-Midwife.

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The LASS with the GOLDEN LOCKS.

BALLAD II.

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No more of my Harriot, of Polly no more,
Nor all the bright beauties that charm'd me before;
My heart for a slave to gay Venus I've sold,
And barter'd my freedom for ringlets of gold:
I'll throw down my pipe, and neglect all my flocks
And will sing to my lass with the golden locks.
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Tho' o'er her white forehead the gilt tresses flow,
Like the rays of the sun on a hillock of snow;
Such painters of old drew the Queen of the Fair,
'Tis the taste of the antients, 'tis classical hair:
And tho' witlings may scoff, and tho' raillery mocks,
Yet I'll sing to my lass with the golden locks.

III

To live and to love, to converse and be free,
Is loving, my charmer, and living with thee:
Away go the hours in kisses and rhime,
Spite of all the grave lectures of old father Time;
A fig for his dials, his watches and clocks,
He's best spent with the lass of the golden locks.

IV

Than the swan in the brook she's more dear to my sight,
Her mien is more stately, her breast is more white,
Her sweet lips are rubies, all rubies above,
They are fit for the language or labour of love;
At the park in the mall, at the play in the box,
My lass bears the bell with her golden locks.

V

Her beautiful eyes, as they roll or they flow,
Shall be glad for my joy, or shall weep for my woe;
She shall ease my fond heart, and shall sooth my soft pain;
While thousands of rivals are sighing in vain;
Let them rail at the fruit they can't reach, like the fox,
While I have the lass with the golden locks.
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