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Poems (1791)

Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)

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VOL I.
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VOL. II.
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FABLES.
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BALLADS.
 I. 
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.
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EPIGRAMS.
  
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.
  
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.
  
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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Tho TALKATIVE FAIR.

BALLAD V.

I

From morn to night, from day to day
At all times and at every place,
You scold, repeat, and sing, and say,
Nor are there hopes you'll ever cease:

II

Forbear, my Celia, oh! forbear,
If your own health, or ours you prize
For all mankind that hear you, swear
Your tongue's more killing han your yes.
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III

Your tongue's a traitor to your face,
Your fame's by your own noise obscur'd,
All are distracted while they gaze;
But if they listen, they are cur'd.

IV

Your silence wou'd acquire more praise,
Than all you say, or all I write;
One look ten thousand charms displays;
Then hush—and be an angel quite.
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