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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.
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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.
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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 LXXII.

While prest with woes from which it cannot flee,
My fancy sinks, and slumber seals my eyes,
Her spirit hastens in my dreams to rise,
Who was in life but as a dream to me.
O'er a drear waste, so wide no eye can see
How far its sense-evading limit lies,
I follow her quick step; but ah! she flies!
Our distance widening by stern Fate's decree.
Fly not from me, kind shadow! I exclaim:
She, with fix'd eyes, that her soft thoughts reveal,
And seem to say, “Forbear thy fond design!”
Still flies:—I call her; but her half-form'd name
Dies on my falt'ring tongue.—I wake, and seel
Not e'en one short delusion may be mine.
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