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Mr. Cooke's Original Poems

with Imitations and Translations of Several Select Passages of the Antients, In Four Parts: To which are added Proposals For perfecting the English Language

Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)

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PART the First, CONTAINING ESSAYS, TALES, AND A RHAPSODY On Virtue and Pleasure.

PART the Second, CONTAINING EPISTLES, ODES, FABLES, SATIRES, LOVE-ELEGYS, PROLOGUES, EPILOGUES, and EPIGRAMS.

EPISTLES the First, TO Mrs. COLSTON, On the Death of her only Son.

EPISTLE the Second, TO Mr. LEONARD WELSTED, On the Death of his only Daughter.

EPISTLE the Third, To the right honourable Thomas Earl of Pembroke at Wilton.

EPISTLE the Fourth, To the honourable Lord George Johnston.

EPISTLE the Fifth, To the right honourable Thomas Earl of Pembroke, Occasioned by The Death of Dr. Samuel Clarke.

EPISTLE the Sixth, To the right reverend Dr. Benjamin Hoadley, On his being translated from the Bishoprick of Salisbury to Winchester.

EPISTLE the Seventh, To his Grace The Duke of Somerset at Petworth.

EPISTLE the Eighth, TO James Vernon Esq;

EPIGRAM the First. To Phillis.

EPIGRAM the Second. To the Same.

EPIGRAM the Third. To the Same.

PART the Third. THE BATTEL OF THE POETS, In Two CANTOS.

PART the Fourth, CONTAINING PARAPHRASES, IMITATIONS, AND TRANSLATIONS, Of several Parts of the Antients.

Epistle the Ninth. TO Dr. Edward Milward,

Ode the Twentyeth. TO The honourable Master Robert Petre a Day old, 1741.

The Twenty-fourth Ode of the first Book of Horace imitated and paraphrased, on the Death of Sir William Windham Bart.

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The 6th Ode of the 1st Book of Horace. To Varius.

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Some future Bard thy Deeds shall write,
Inspir'd with a Mæonian Strain,
Whether on Land you lead the Fight,
Or owe your Triumphs to the Main.

II

But, Varius, I such Themes decline:
Pelides' unforgiving Pride
I sing not, Pelops' cruel Line,
Nor him who ten Years stem'd the Tyde.

III

The Goddess of the feeble Lyre,
The Lyric Muse, and conscious Shame,

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Forbid me, with unequal Fire,
To sully thine or Cæsar's Fame.

IV

Who now can sing the God of War
When Arms of Adamant he wore?
Or Merion dreadful in his Car,
With Trojan Dust all cover'd o'er?

V

Tydides, and the martial Maid,
In Battel fierce, who now can write,
Tydides, with Minerva's Aid,
A Match for even Gods in Fight.

VI

The Banquets, and the Wars, of Love,
Themes fited to the Lyre, I chuse;
And freely, as my Passions move,
I suit my Subject to my Muse.