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Namely, The English Orator; An Address to Thomas Pennant Sonnets; An Epistle to a College Friend; and The Lock Transformed. With notes on The English Orator. By Mr. Polwhele
Polwhele, Richard (1760-1838)

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ADDRESS to THOMAS PENNANT, Esq.
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SONNETS.
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SONNET the FIRST. To Laura. Written 1782.
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SONNET the SECOND. On being prevented, by a sudden Shower, from meeting Laura. Written 1782.
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SONNET the THIRD. To his Wife. Written 1784.
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SONNET the FOURTH. To the same. Written 1784.
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SONNET the FIFTH. Written at Mamhead, beneath an Evergreen Oak—May, 1785.
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SONNET the SIXTH. Written at the Belvidere—Powderham, May, 1785.
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SONNET the SEVENTH.
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SONNET the EIGHTH.
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SONNET the NINTH.
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SONNET the TENTH.
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SONNET the ELEVENTH.
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SONNET the TWELFTH.
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SONNET the THIRTEENTH.
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SONNET the FOURTEENTH.
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SONNET the SEVENTEENTH. To Mr. Pratt, on reading his “Landscapes in Verse.” Written September, 1785.
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SONNET the EIGHTEENTH. To the Reverend Mr. Whitaker, Author of the History of Manchester, On his expressing his Approbation of the “Art of Eloquence.” Written November, 1785.
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SONNET the NINETEENTH. Presented to Major Drewe, with a Translation of the Military Poems of Tyrtæus.—January 26, 1786.
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SONNET the TWENTIETH. To the AUTHOR, on seeing his Plan for a History of Devonshire, 1790.
  
EPISTLE TO A COLLEGE-FRIEND,
  
THE LOCK TRANSFORMED.

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SONNET the FOURTH. To the same. Written 1784.

Amid this Scene of varied Beauty plac'd,
Where Nature's wild Simplicity, refin'd
To Prospects that might charm ev'n Mason's Mind,
Veils the fair Art, which lives in Courtenay's Taste;
Let us, my Laura, no vain Wishes waste;
But to the humbler Lot of Life resign'd
Be ours, when Evening's pensive Shadows haste
O'er the dark Trees and paler Lawn, to bind
Contentment's modest Wreath around the Brows
Of wedded Love, that sighing, oft renews
The Memory of its fondly-storied Vows;
Or smiling on the Day o'erpast, reviews
Each Joy the Wife—the Mother can impart,
To rivet, in Esteem, the Husband's Heart!
 

The Pleasure Ground of Powderham.

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