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Poems Upon Several Occasions

By Benj. Hawkshaw

Hawkshaw, Benjamin

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On the hopefull Author of these Ingenious Poems.

To the Ingenious Mr. Hawkshaw on the Publication of his Poems.

To my Ingenious Friend Mr. Hawkshaw, on the Advance of the Poetry.

To the Ingenious Author, now of the Colledge in Dublin.

ON K. CHARLES IId's; Restoration.

The Dream that Night Limerick was surrendred.

On the Death of the Young Lady I. S.

On Dr. G. refreshing himself each Morning in St. John's Walks.

The good-Fellow.

On a Friend who desir'd me to make a Copy of Verses on his Name.

An Allusion to Claudian's Epigram on Archimedes's Sphere.

Against Knowledge.

Translated from the Italian Poet Sannazarius.

An Apology for Rome in Answer to that from Venice, translated from a Latin Copy.

A Morning's Thought.

To Mr. J. C. Sometime School-Master in Dublin.

On a Fly that was drown'd in a Ladies Mouth.

On the River Cam.

The Retirement.

On the Preservation of the Library in Dublin-College.

Tu ne quæfieris, out of Hor. Paraphras'd.

The Meditation.

On the Popish Conspiracy.

On the Shortness of Man's Life.

A Dialogue between Reason and the Inferior Powers.

From the Italian Poets.

The Indifferency.

On the King's landing at Harwich, after he had been expos'd to many Dangers in his Voyage to Holland.

On Dr. G. Reducing the Years to Terms, which were requisite for them who took their Bachelours Degree.

The Golden-Age.

The Recantation.

From Sannarius.

On the unhappy State of Ireland, by reason of the Civil War.

The Consolation.

On the Death of the most Renown'd Pierce Brackenbury Doctour of Physick, and Senior Fellow of St. John's.

On the Earl of Danby's couragious Enterprise at La-Hogue, who set the French Ships on fire.

The Consummation.

Love-Verses, SONGS AND TRANSLATIONS, By the same Hand.

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My Love fled.

I

How can I chuse but weep and mourn all Day,
Since she who fondly did impart
A warmth and Vigour to my Heart,
Has falsly borrow'd Wings and flown away?

II

Ev'ry fair Object brings her to my Mind,
And when I drop a Crystal Tear,
Methinks I see her Image there,
Beauteous and gay, if Love itself ben't blind.

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III

How shall I drag the future Autumns on?
The Embers of my dying Fire;
Do now successively expire,
Since the Preservative of Life is gone.

IV

Poor Ariadne cry'd, when left alone;
But a God came to give Relief;
The like would stop my flowing Grief,
Would a fair Goddess my Addresses own.