Poems on Several Occasions

Byles, Mather (1707-1788)

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The Almighty Conqueror.

The GOD of Tempest.

The Complaint and the Consolation.

The Altogether Lovely.

The Comparison, the Choice, and the Enjoyment.

On a very profane Compliment in a noble and devout Poem.

HYMN to CHRIST for our Regeneration and Resurrection.

GOLIAH'S Defeat. In the Manner of Lucan.

ODE, for Palatine Tune.

Written in Milton's PARADISE LOST.

To the Memory of a young Commander slain in a Battle with the Indians, 1724.

Written in Dr. Watt's Poems; given to a young Lady.

An Elegy address'd to His Excellency Governour BELCHER: On the Death of his Brother-in-Law, the Honourable Daniel Oliver, Esq;

To a Friend, on the Death of a Relative.

Hymn at Sea.

To an ingenious young Gentleman, on his dedicating a Poem to the Author.

The Bloom of Life, fading in a happy Death.

A Poem on the Death of King George I. And Accession of King George II.

To His Excellency Governour Burnet, on his Arrival at Boston.

To His Excellency Governour BELCHER, on the Death of His LADY.

To Pollio, on his preparing for the Press a Treatise against the Romish Church.

On the Death of the Queen.

To the Reverend Dr. WATTS, on his Divine POEMS.

To Pictorio, on the Sight of his Pictures.

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The following Epigram was written upon a Pile of Building, erected in Paris by Louis XIVth after the Peace with Queen Anne.

The Conflagration.

ETERNITY.

Added by a Friend, upon reading the foregoing.

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The Altogether Lovely.

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Oft has thy Name employ'd my Muse,
Thou Lord of all above:
Oft has my Song to thee arose,
My Song, inspir'd by Love.

II.

My Heart has oft confess'd in Flame,
And melted all away:
Thou art by Night my hourly Dream,
My hourly Thought by Day.

III.

Each Feature o'er thee is a Charm,
And ev'ry Limb a Grace;
Divinely beauteous all thy Form,
Divinely fair thy Face.

IV.

Thy Love to me how large! how full!
How kind are thy Commands!
Take, O my Love, take all my Soul
For ever in thy Hands.

V.

Those bleeding Hands, which on the Cross
Were stretch'd for my Caress:
In the dear Thought my Life I loose—
Was ever Love like this!

VI.

Weep, weep my Eyes, let gushing Tears
Stream in an endless flow:
Love on his dying Lips he wears,
His Wounds Compassion show.

VII.

Now he remembers me, and speaks,
I hear his Voice; Forgive:
In the dead Pale that spreads his Cheeks;
Ten thousand Beauties live.

VIII.

Lord, my Affections all are thine,
Warm'd with a grateful Fire;
And thou, O best Belov'd, art mine,
My Hope, and my Desire.

IX.

Conspiring Love, conspiring Charms,
Confess thee all my Joy:
Come, heav'nly Fair, come to my Arms
And all my Pow'rs employ.

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