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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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ODE TO THE LYRIC MUSE.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

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Spoken at the Installation of Lord North, Chancellor of the University of Oxford.

STROPHE I.

Fair Sov'reign of the golden lyre,
Descend, Thalia, from th'inchanted grove
Of Mona, where thou lov'st to rove,
List'ning the echoes of thy Druid quire;
The ling'ring sounds that yet respire
Wak'd by the breezes of the western main;
And bring some high and solemn strain,
Such as was heard that fatal day
When Rome's dread Eagle stoop'd to prey
On Mona's free-born sons, while Liberty
Struck on the magic harp her dying song.—
Dealing vengeance on her foes,
The mortal Genïus of battle rose,
And call'd Despair and Death to lead her host along.

STROPHE II.

O, Muse divine! whene'er thy strain
Devotes the tyrant head to shame,
The Patriot Virtues brighten in thy train;
And Glory hears the loud appeal;
And thou, unconquerable flame,
First-born of ancient Freedom, Public Zeal:

Thou, in the dark and dreary hour
When Tyranny her dragon-wing outspread,
And Sloth a sullen influence shed,
And every coward Vice that loves the night
Revell'd on Corsica's ill-fated shore;
Thou didst one dauntless heart inflame,
Lo, Paoli, father of his country, came,
And with a giant-voice
Cried, “Liberty!” unto the drowsy race
That slept in Slav'ry's dull embrace;
Rouz'd at the sound, they hail'd thy glorious choice,
And ev'ry manly breast
Shook off th'unnerving load of rest;
And Virtue chasing the foul forms of Night,
Rose like a summer sun, and shed a golden light.

ANTISTROPHE I.

But, ah! how sunk her veiled Head,
Untimely dimm'd by Gaul's o'ershadowing pow'r
And shalt thou rise, fair isle, no more?
Thy patriot heroes sleep among the dead:
Thy gallant virtues all are fled;
Save Fortitude, sole refuge from despair.
O Gaul, oppression's blood-stain'd heir
Let me not tell how, taught by thee,
England's rude sons smote Liberty
On Vincent's sable rock, her Indian throne:
Not unaveng'd; for in her cause the sky
Storms and fiery vapours pour'd,
While Pestilence wav'd wide his tainted sword
To smite [OMITTED]

ANTISTROPHE II.

[OMITTED]

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[The close of the First and the whole of the Second Antistrophe are lost.]

EPODE.

Then, O Thalia! let thy sacred shell
Wake the lofty sounds that swell
With rapture unreprov'd the patriot breast!
Rob'd in her many-colour'd vest
On Isis' banks shall Science stand,
Waving in her bounteous hand
A wond'rous chaplet; high reward
Of toils, by public virtue dar'd:
And while, to claim the envied meed
Fair Fame his vot'ries leads, thy voice,
O Muse, shall join th'applauded choice
That fix'd the glorious wreath on Frederic's honour'd head!