The miscellaneous essays and occasional writings of Francis Hopkinson, Esq

Hopkinson, Francis (1737-1791)

VOLUME I.

“I've A THOUGHT—WHAT'S IT LIKE?”

TO THE Rev. Mr. WILLIAM SMITH,

ODE ON MUSIC.

SONG.

To Miss ---,

To THE MEMORY OF Mr. WILLIAM WILLCOCKS,

On THE LATE SUCCESSFUL EXPEDITION AGAINST LOUISBOURG.

A PROLOGUE

EPILOGUE FOR TAMERLANE,

A PROLOGUE

CHARITY, A POEM.

DESCRIPTION OF A CHURCH.

TO A VERY YOUNG LADY.

To MYRTILLA.

TO THE MEMORY OF Mrs. MARY M'KEAN.

POLITICAL BALLADS,

The BATTLE OF THE KEGS.

A CAMP BALLAD.

THE TOAST.

The BIRDS, the BEASTS, and the BAT.

THE MOST GRACIOUS ADDRESS

IN MEMORY OF Mr. JAMES BREMNER.

SONG I. Come, fair Rosina, come away

SONG II. My love is gone to sea

SONG III. Beneath a weeping willow's shade

SONG IV. Enraptur'd I gaze when my Delia is by

SONG V. See down Maria's blushing cheek

SONG VI. O'er the hills far away, at the birth of the morn

SONG VII. My gen'rous heart disdains

SONG VIII. The traveller benighted and lost

AN ORATION,

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To MYRTILLA.

With sprightly air, and graceful mien,
Easy and ever gay;
Myrtilla trips along the green,
And steals all hearts away.

Good-humour smiling in her face,
Seems sorrow to defy;
Wit lights up ev'ry sprightly grace,
And sparkles in in her eye.

Fair is her form, her spotless mind
With ev'ry virtue blest;
And no offence could ever find
A harbour in her breast.

Ye swains, with caution pass this way;
For should you meet the fair,
You must to beauty fall a prey;
Love would your hearts ensnare.

Hartlebury Castle, 1766.

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Soon Myrtilla must thy friend,
Hasten to a distant shore;
May propitious gales attend,
May they waft him safely o'er!

When to pensive joys inclin'd,
Thro' my native groves I stray,
Thy dear image to my mind
Soothing pleasures shall convey.

Fancy, oft, in airy flight,
Will direct her course to you;
Bringing scenes of past delight
Back to my enraptur'd view.

Oft shall Schuylkill's rocky shore,
With her waving woods around,
Thy fond name, repeating o'er,
Strive to swell the pleasing sound.

Thus with friendship most sincere,
Shall my faithful bosom glow;

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All thy virtues I'll revere,
With such love as angels know.

Hoping still tho' far from thee,
I've a place in thy regard;
Which delightful thought shall be
My firm constancy's reward.

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To MYRTILLA.