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The miscellaneous essays and occasional writings of Francis Hopkinson, Esq

Hopkinson, Francis (1737-1791)

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“I've A THOUGHT—WHAT'S IT LIKE?”

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TO THE Rev. Mr. WILLIAM SMITH,

To THE MEMORY OF Mr. WILLIAM WILLCOCKS,

HERMITAGE, A POEM,

ADVICE TO AMANDA.

A MORNING HYMN.

On THE LATE SUCCESSFUL EXPEDITION AGAINST LOUISBOURG.

EPILOGUE FOR TAMERLANE,

CHARITY, A POEM.

DESCRIPTION OF A CHURCH.

DISAPPOINTED LOVE.

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SCIENCE; A POEM.

A MORNING HYMN.

AN EVENING HYMN.

EXTEMPORE VERSES

DIRTILLA, A POEM.

THE TREATY; A POEM ,

TO A VERY YOUNG LADY.

THE HUMBLE PETITION

AN EVENING AT SEA.

TO T--- M---, Esq.

TO THE MEMORY OF Mrs. MARY M'KEAN.

POLITICAL BALLADS,

The BATTLE OF THE KEGS.

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

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

O'er the hills far away, at the birth of the morn.
I hear the full tone of the sweet sounding horn;
The sportsmen with shottings all hail the new day
And swift run the hounds o'er the hills far away.
Across the deep valley their [illeg.] they pursue
And rush thro' the thicket yet silver'd with dew;
Nor hedges nor ditches their speed can delay—
Still sounds the sweet horn o'er hills far away.