Poems on Several Occasions, Together with a Pastoral ::

Poems on Several Occasions, Together with a Pastoral

By Mrs. S. F. [i.e. Sarah Egerton]

Egerton, Sarah Fyge

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To Mrs. S. F. on her Poems.

To Mrs. S. F. on her incomparable Poems.

To my Ingenious Friend Mrs. S. F. on her Poems.

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On Friendship.

The Extacy.

On the Honourable Robert Boyl's, Notion of Nature.

Satyr against the Muses.

To the Queen.

The Liberty.

To the Lady Cambell, with a Female Advocate.

On my leaving London, June the 29.

The Repulse to Alcander.

To Mr. Norris, on his Idea of Happiness.

The Retreat.

To one who in Love, set a Figure.

To Philaster.

At my leaving Cambridge August the 14th, Extempore.

To Orabella, Marry'd to an old Man.

To Alexis, on his absence.

A SONG.

Love.

A SONG.

To One who said I must not Love.

On the death of dear Statyra.

On being ------ tax'd with Symony.

An occasional Copy, in Answer to Mr. Joshua Barns, Extempore.

Song on Madam S---.

The Fate.

A SONG.

On a Gentleman and his Wife visiting a Lady.

On the Author of Religion by Reason, or the Light of Nature a Guide to Divine Truth.

On Atheism.

On a Sermon Preach'd Sept. the 6th, 1697. on these Words, You have sold your selves for Nought.

A SONG.

An Ode on the Death of Mr. Dryden.

The Advice.

To Thyrsis on his Pastoral to Mr. Creech.

Delia to Phraartes on his Playing Cæsar Borgia.

To Clarona drawing Alexis's Picture and presenting it to me.

A SONG.

Erato the Amorous Muse on the Death of John Dryden, Esq.

Delia to Phraartes on his mistake of three Ladies writing to him.

To Mr. Yalden, on his Temple of Fame, Extempore.

On the Death of William III, King of England.

To N. Tate, Esq; on his Poem on the Queen's Picture, Drawn by Closterman.

To my much valu'd Friend Moneses.

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The fond Shepherdess.

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A SONG.

[When first I saw Laurinda's Face]

When first I saw Laurinda's Face,
I bless'd the dear Surprize,
For there was sporting every Grace;
Love wanton'd in her Eyes.

A thousand ways she has to move,
Not Looks and Smiles alone,
Her Shape and Mien might Conquer Jove;
And make the God her own.

But oh! the Fair displays her Charms,
For Conquest, not Delight;
Proudly denies those lovely Arms,
To which her Eyes invite.

University of Virginia Library

A SONG.

[When first I saw Laurinda's Face]