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Poems and Plays

By William Hayley ... in Six Volumes. A New Edition
Hayley, William (1745-1820)

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VOL. I.
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AN ESSAY ON PAINTING:
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EPISTLE THE FIRST.
 II. 
EPISTLE THE SECOND.
  
EPISTLE TO A FRIEND,
  
ODE, INSCRIBED TO JOHN HOWARD, Esq. F.R.S.
  
ODE TO Mr. WRIGHT of DERBY.
  
ODE TO THE COUNTESS DE GENLIS.
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SONNETS, SONGS, AND OCCASIONAL VERSES.
  
SONNET TO THE EARL OF HARDWICKE
  
SONNET TO EDWARD GIBBON, Esq.
  
SONNET TO THE SAME.
  
SONNET TO EDMUND ANTROBUS, Esq.
  
SONNET TO Dr. HARINGTON
  
SONNET TO WILLIAM MELMOTH, Esq.
  
SONNET TO Mrs. HAYLEY
  
SONNET TO JOHN SARGENT, Esq.
  
SONNET ON ROMNEY's Picture of Cassandra.
  
SONNET TO Mrs. SMITH
  
SONNET TO Mr. WILLIAM LONG
  
EPITAPH ON WILLIAM BRYANT,
  
ON FRANCES KENT,
  
ON MARY HAYLEY.
  
ODE TO DEATH.
  
SONG.
  
SONG.
  
SONG.
  
SONG.
  
SONG.
  
ODE TO RICHARD VERNON SADLEIR, Esq.
  
A CARD of INVITATION TO Mr. GIBBON,
  
TO Mr. MASON,
  
IMPROMPTU TO Mr. MEYER.
  
IMPROMPTU, TO EYLES IRWIN, Esq.
  
A RECEIPT TO MAKE A TRAGEDY.
  
TO Miss SEWARD,
  
CONTENT.
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VOL. II.
 III. 
VOL. III.
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VOL. IV.
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TRANSLATIONS TAKEN FROM THE NOTES TO THE THIRD EPISTLE OF AN ESSAY ON EPIC POETRY
  
IMITATION.
  
THE INFERNO OF DANTE.
  
SONNET
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A SKETCH OF THE ARAUCANA.
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CANTO I.
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CANTO II.
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CANTO III.
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CANTO IV.
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CANTO V.
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CANTO VI.
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CANTO VII.
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CANTO IX.
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CANTO XII.
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CANTO XIII.
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CANTO XIV.
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CANTO XX.
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CANTO XXI.
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CANTO XXXIII.
  
SONNET I.
  
SONNET XIX.
  
SONNET LXXII.
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TRANSLATION'S TAKEN FROM THE NOTES TO THE FOURTH EPISTLE OF AN ESSAY ON EPIC POETRY
  
THE SONNET OF GIUSTINA TO PETRARCH.
  
THE ANSWER OF PETRARCH.
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VOL. V.

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SONNET I.

While on my head kind Fortune deign'd to pour
Her lavish boons, and through my willing soul
Made tides of extasy and pleasure roll,
I sung the raptures of each passing hour.
But Love, who heard me praise the golden shower,
Resolv'd my fond presumption to controul;
And painful darkness o'er my spirit stole,
Lest I should dare to tell his treacherous power.
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O ye, whom his hard yoke compels to bend
To others' will, if in my various lay
Sad plaints ye find, and fears, and cruel wrong,
To suffering nature and to truth attend;
For in the measure ye have felt his sway,
Your sympathizing hearts will feel my song.
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