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The Wiccamical Chaplet

a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford

Huddesford, George (1749-1809)

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SMALLER POEMS, AND ODES.

VERSES,

THE LOVE OF OUR COUNTRY.

ODE, WRITTEN AT THE FOOT OF SNOWDON,

ODE, ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND,

ODE, TO AN ANGRY MISTRESS.

ODE TO A COUNSEL IN SOUTH WALES,

ODE TO THE CROW.

ODE TO THE LYRIC MUSE.

ELEGIES, AND PLAINTIVE PIECES.

ELEGY, IMITATED FROM FLAMINIUS, Lib. iv. Page 18.

A HERMIT'S MEDITATION.

THE MONCKIS COMPLAYNTE TO ALMA MATER,

TO ELIZA.

ANSWER To the foregoing Address.

MAISTER J. HARTELIBE HIS ELEGIE On the Dethe of that most perfect Paragon of Beauty Mrs. S. Monimie.

STANZAS WRITTEN IN AN HERMITAGE.

THE LOVER

ON THE DEATH OF Dr. GREGORY, Professor of Physic at Edinburgh.

UNFINISHED ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF Dr. WILLIAM HAYES, Late Professor of Music in the University of Oxford.

NUGÆ POETICÆ, &c.

ANTHOLOGIA.

TRANSLATION.

ANACREONTIC, FROM JULIANUS ÆGYPTIUS.

TRANSLATION.

EX ANTHOL.

CARPHYLIDÆ. Ex Anthob. III. i. 6. Brunck. II. 401.

ANACREON, ODE I.

SONG, BY GEORGE WITHER.

LOOSE TRANSLATION,

EX ANTHOL.

FROM MILTON's EPITAPHIUM DAMONIS.

ANACREONTIC.

SONNETS.

SONNET I. THE WORLD.

II.

SONNET II. FROM THE ITALIAN.

III.

SONNET III. TO Mr. WARTON,

IV.

SONNET IV. ON THE AUTHOR's BIRTH-DAY.

SONNET V. TO LAURA.

VI.

SONNET VI. THE RETURN OF LAURA.

VII.

SONNET VII. TO VALCLUSA.

VIII.

SONNET VIII. IMITATION FROM FAUSTINA MARATTI.

IX.

SONNET IX. ON DOVER CLIFFS.

SONNET X. TO AN OAK Blown down by the Wind.

XI.

SONNET XI. MORNING.

XII.

SONNET XII. TO BOCCACCIO.

XIII.

SONNET XIII. INSANIENTIS DUM SAPIENTIÆ.

XIV.

SONNET XIV. TO AN INFANT.

XV.

SONNET XV. RETIREMENT.

XVI.

SONNET XVI. ON A WET SUMMER.

XVII.

SONNET XVII. On a Revolution in the Opinions and Conduct of a Friend, whose Notions were supposed to be a little too free; and who was also supposed to have an Amour with a Lady who sung elegantly.

XVIII.

SONNET XVIII. ON THE DEATH OF THOMAS WARTON.

INSCRIPTIONS AND EPITAPHS.

ON THE SAME.

Inscribed beneath the Picture of an ASS.

EPITAPH ON AN INFIRM OLD LADY, Who died aged 96.

INSCRIPTION IN AN ARBOUR.

EPITAPH On a late LIBERAL and LEARNED LIMB OF THE LAW.

AN INSCRIPTION ON AN OBELISK AT LONGFORD IN WILTS, The Seat of the Earl of Radnor,

EPITAPH ON AN OLD MAID IN A COUNTRY VILLAGE.

ON THE SAME.

WRITTEN IN A WINDOW, Under some scandalous Reflections on several Ladies.

INSCRIPTION ON A PANE OF GLASS.

EPITAPH OF AN INJURED LOVER.

INSCRIPTIO URNÆ.

EPITAPH ON A YOUTH.

MONUMENTAL INSCRIPTION.

WRITTEN ON A PANE OF GLASS.

INSCRIPTION FOR THE TOMB OF Mrs. ELIZABETH PIDGEON, Who died suddenly.

INSCRIPTION FOR THE PEDESTAL OF A STATUE OF PRINCE FIELD-MARSHAL SOUWAROFF RIMNISKI ITALISKI.

SONGS AND BALLADS.

SONG TO A LADY

SONG, ON A KISS.

SONG. THE REFLECTION.

THE PARTNERSHIP DISSOLVED.

BACCHANALIAN SONG.

A NEW BALLAD OF DEATH AND THE LADY.

WELL-A-DAY JACK! OR, THE JACK THAT JACK SPLIT.

CRICKET-SONG.

A BALLAD OF SIMILIES.

THE TRIOPTHALMIST, OR THREE-EYED CONNOISSEUR.

THE CAPE HUNT,

MOCK-HEROICAL AND BURLESQUE PIECES, PARODIES, EPIGRAMS, &c.

THE CONQUEST OF QUEBEC,

ON THE NEW GIBBET ON HOUNSLOW HEATH.

THE LAUREATE's ODE, 1771.

THE PLAGIARISM OF THE POET-LAUREATE DETECTED;

OLD WYSCHARD.

ODE, In the Manner of Samuel J*ns*n.

RONDEAU.

ANOTHER ODE TO STELLA.

EPIGRAM,

ODE FOR WILLIAM PRESTON,

EPIGRAM,

BY A YOUNG LADY,

ELEGY ON A FAVOURITE BANTUM,

PARODY,

ROBIN-A-BOBIN,

THE PEPPER-BOX.

A NEW-YEAR'S ODE, 1777.

TIZZY;

ON THE FUNERAL OF MR. ELWES

MISCELLANEOUS PIECES, FRAGMENTS, &c.

FRAGMENT. ON THE DEATH OF GRAY.

ON TWO PUBLICATIONS, INTITLED EDITIONS OF TWO OF OUR POETS.

FRAGMENT. THE TEARS OF THE EAGLE,

FELICITATION

TO A LADY

THE SCUTTLE FISH.

ANSWER TO AN OLD LADY OF OXFORD,

ON A THREAT TO DESTROY THE TREE AT WINCHESTER,

FRAGMENT.

TO A BOY, ROBBING A BIRD'S-NEST.

ON A LADY AND HER SISTER,

TO THE WRITER OF THE “Familiar Epistle to the Author of the History of English Poetry:”

A DRAMATIC VIEW OF THE STATE OF THE AMERICAN QUESTION 1776.

AN EARLY VIEW OF THE SAME QUESTION:

TO THE LADIES,

FRAGMENT.

LINES

ON A CHAPEL Built at Windsor Lodge by William Duke of Cumberland,

THE COMPLAINT OF THE ROSE.

AN ABSOLUTE ACROSTIC,

FRAGMENT.

ON THE Amphibious N. ELLIOT, of Oxford, Shoemaker and Poet.

LINES Inscribed on a Leaf of Lowth's Grammar,

IMITATION

THE SPLEEN.

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FELICITATION

To the Public on the Return of Peace and Plenty,

By the exuberant Mr. Titus Tagg, Laureate and Improvisatore to the Poet's Corner of the --- Evening Post.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

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(The two first following Couplets were displayed on a Transparency at Mr. Tagg's Garret Window on the Night of the Illumination for signing the Preliminaries of Peace in 1801. The dimensions of the Window were too limited for the display of the Remainder.)

Let's drink their healths, by way of motto,
“Here's to Lord Hawkesbury and Monsieur Otto!”
Since I approve the Peace in toto
May he that breaks it first be shot-o!
'Twill in his 'scutcheon make a blot-o:
'Tis Peace that makes us boil the Pot-o,
And cut up Sirloins piping-hot-o.
Now to Forestallers I cry, “What, ho!
“Your grain, whether you will or not-o,
“At length our markets must be brought to,
“And soon you'll not be worth a groat-o.”

Their desp'rate cause must stink and rot-o
Against Old England's weal who plot-o;
Then, if they can't abide this spot-o,
Botany Bay, Sirs, let 'em trot to.

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But let each man who knows what's what-o,
Each married dame, and each old Trott-o,
As yellow as an apricotto,
Who ne'er was ask'd to tye the knot-o,
Exult, from palace to the cot-o,
For we shall see rare times, I wot-o,
For which I shout and strain my throat-o;
And therefore take a dram I ought to
To lubricate my Epiglotto.—
Claret or Port, if I had got-o,
Vinous libations they should flow to
Lord Hawkesbury and Monsieur Otto:
But, tho' I soar in rhime and thought too,
I eat cow-heels and porter poto.

Given, diabolunculo to,
From my aërial Grubstreet Grotto.

Diabolunculo. Poeticè, Printer's Devil.