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The Works of Mr. Robert Gould

In Two Volumes. Consisting of those Poems [and] Satyrs Which were formerly Printed, and Corrected since by the Author; As also of the many more which He Design'd for the Press. Publish'd from his Own Original Copies [by Robert Gould]
Gould, Robert

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VOLUME the FIRST. [POEMS].
  
[dedication]
  
On the ensuing POEMS OF Mr. ROBERT GOULD,
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[Songs.]
 I. 
SONG I. Fatal Constancy.
 II. 
SONG II. The Mistress.
 III. 
SONG III. The March Chick.
 IV. 
SONG IV. A Pastoral Dialogue.
 V. 
SONG V. Wit and Beauty.
 VI. 
SONG VI. The Complaint.
 VII. 
SONG VII. The Answer.
 VIII. 
SONG VIII. Vertue the greater Charm.
 IX. 
SONG IX. The unwilling Inconstant.
 X. 
SONG X. Falshood excus'd.
 XI. 
SONG XI. The Wanderer fix'd
 XII. 
SONG XII. No Life if no Love.
 XIII. 
SONG XIII. Pity if you'd be pity'd.
 XIV. 
SONG XIV. The reasonable Request.
 XV. 
SONG XV. The Hopeless Comfort.
 XVI. 
SONG XVI. The Fruitless Caution.
 XVII. 
SONG XVII. The Invocation.
 XVIII. 
SONG XVIII. The Enfranchisement.
 XIX. 
SONG XIX. Help at Hand.
 XX. 
SONG XX. The Dream.
 XXI. 
SONG XXI. The Enquiry.
 XXII. 
SONG XXII. The Boon.
 XXII. 
SONG XXII. Nothing wanting to Love.
 XXIV. 
SONG XXIV. The Enquiry resolv'd.
 XXV. 
SONG XXV. The Caution.
 XXVI. 
SONG XXVI. The Lover's Fortune.
 XXVII. 
SONG XXVII. The Tyranny of Love.
 XXVIII. 
SONG XXVIII. To Mirtillo.
 XXIX. 
SONG XXIX. Silvia.
 XXX. 
SONG XXX. Women's Vows.
 XXXI. 
SONG XXXI. The Farewel.
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Love Verses.
  
The Captive.
  
To Cælia, desiring his Absence.
  
The Request.
  
Love can't be hid.
  
Despair.
  
The vain Pursuit.
  
The Hopeless Lover.
  
The first Sight of Silvia.
  
Silvia Luke-warm.
  
Silvia kind.
  
Silvia in the Country.
  
A Letter from Silvia.
  
Silvia yet in the Country.
  
Silvia Return'd.
  
To Silvia, On deferring our Nuptials.
  
Silvia's Indifference.
  
Silvia Perjur'd.
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Miscellanies.
  
On the new Edition of Godfrey of Bulloigne in 1687.
  
To Philip Ayres Esq; On his Poems and Translations, &c.
  
PROLOGUE, Design'd for my Play of the Rival Sisters.
  
EPITAPH, On Mrs. Jane Roderick.
  
EPITAPH, On Mrs. Mary Alexander, in Broad-Somerford Church.
  
Reflections on the Life and Death of a certain Miser.
  
Advice to a Friend in Distress.
  
To Julian Secretary to the Muses.
  
To a Friend in Wales, on his Neglect of writing to me.
  
To my Lord Chamberlain at Bath.
  
To Mr. Giles Frost.
  
To the much Honoured Gilbert Gerrard-Cosen Esq; on the Report of his being Dead.
  
In Answer to a Copy of Verses of Major Coleman's; whom I fail'd to meet according to Promise.
  
To Charles Duncomb Esq, On his Enlargement.
  
To my Lord of Dorset on his Installment.
  
To the Right Reverend Father in God Gilbert, Lord Bishop of Sarum.
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Occasional Verses To several Ladies, &c.
  
Advice to a fine young Lady.
  
To a Gentlewoman who had written many fine Things, and not seen Mrs. Phillips's Poems.
  
To Madam B. occasion'd by a Copy of Verses of my Lady Ann Baynton's.
  
To a very Vertuous Gentlewoman, on her being traduc'd, &c.
  
To Madam L.
  
To the Happy Mother.
  
To my Lady Long:
  
To my Lady Ann Baynton on the 28th of April, her Birth-Day.
  
To my Lady Abingdon.
  
To my Lady Peterborow on her saying she did not like Panegyrick.
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EPISTLES From the Country.
  
To my Lord of Abingdon at his Country House.
  
To Mr. Knight from the Country.
  
To Mr. R. Trowe from the Country.
  
To the Reverend Mr. Francis Henery Cary, from the Country.
  
To Mr. Lowin, from the Country.
  
The DREAM.
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HYMENEALS:
  
To my Lord Eland, on his Marriage and Return, &c.
  
To Sir Edward Nevil Baronet, On his Marriage.
  
To an unknown Relation; Hearing he was happily Married.
  
Of Adorissa's Second Marriage with Mr. Grevil.
  
To Dr. Harding and his Lady; Some time after their Marriage.
  
On my Lord of Dorset's Marriage with the Lady Mary Compton.
  
On my Lord of Abingdon's Marriage with the Lady Wenman.
  
To his Grace the Duke of Beaufort on his Marriage with the Lady Mary Sackville.
  
On the Marriage of Sir James Long Baronet, with the Honourable Madam Henrietta Greville.
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LUCINIALS:
  
To the much Honour'd James Hunte of Popham, Esq; on the Birth of his Son and Heir.
  
To Henry Bayntun Esq; on the Birth of his Son and Heir.
  
To Mr. Mansell and his Lady, on the Birth of their Son and Heir.
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Funeral Elegies.
  
To the Memory of Mr. John Oldham.
  
To the Memory of Edmund Waller, Esq.
  
On the Death of Mr. Dryden.
  
To Mr. Trowe, on the Death of Madam Goddard.
  
To Mr. Lawrence, on the Death of his Excellent Wife.
  
To the Memory of Mrs. Mary Peachley.
  
On the Death of Madam Pool's Son and Heir; Born Eight Months after his Fathers Decease.
  
To the Memory of that Worthy Gentleman Colonel Edward Cooke.
  
To the Honourable Colonel Henry Chiver, on the Death of Lionel Duckett, Esq
  
On the Death of the Famous Musick-Master Mr. Henry Purcell.
  
To my Lady Long, on the Death of Sir Giles Long Baronet, her Grandson.
  
To Sir James Long, Baronet.
  
To the Memory of Mr. James Margetts who died of the Small Pox in his Voyage to Pensilvania.
  
On the untimely Death of Mr. John Cary, Kill'd in a Duel.
  
On the Death of the much Honour'd Jame Hunte of Popham, Esq,
  
On the Death of that Worthy Gentleman Mr. John Cary, of Woodstock.
  
A Poem most humbly offer'd to the Memory of her late Sacred Majesty, Queen Mary.
  
An Historical Poem, most humbly offer'd to the Memory of his late Sacred Majesty, King William.
  
A Funeral Poem.
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Funeral Eclogues.
  
Urania, a Funeral Eclogue.
  
Alcander, a Funeral Eclogue:
  
Mirana, a Funeral Eclogue:
  
Damon, a Funeral Eclogue:
  
Nicander and Thirsis; a Funeral Eclogue:
  
The Mourning Swain, a Funeral Eclogue.
  
The Mourning Swain, a Funeral Eclogue:
  
Thealma, a Funeral Eclogue:
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Divine Poems AND PARAPHRASES.
  
A Contemplation touching Atheism.
  
The True FAST:
  
The HARLOT:
  
The ATHEIST:
  
The HAPPY MAN.
  
Hymn for Christmas-Day.
  
Hymn for Easter-Day.
  
Hymn for Whit-sunday.
  
On Good Friday.
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VOLUME the SECOND. [SATYRS].
  
PROLOGUE To the following SATYRS.
  
To the Right Honourable CHARLES,
  
LOVE given Over:
  
THE POETESS,
  
To Sr. Fleetwood Sheppard, &c.
  
A SATYR AGAINST WOOING:
  
THE STEP-MOTHER,
  
A Glance at Fanaticism;
  
Mother Clark's Ghost,
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THE MURMURERS, &c.
 1. 
[The First Part.]
 2. 
The Second Part.
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A SATYR AGAINST MAN.
 1. 
The First Part.
 2. 
The Second Part.
 3. 
The Third Part.
 4. 
The Fourth Part.
 5. 
The Fifth Part.
  
TO The Right Honourable CHARLES,
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THE PLAY-HOUSE
 1. 
The First Part.
 2. 
The Second Part.
 3. 
The Third Part.
  
THE Corruption of the TIMES BY MONEY.
  
JACK PAVY,
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THE SKETCH,
 1. 
The First Part.
 2. 
The Second Part.
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Pindarick Poems.
  
TO Fleetwood Sheppard Esq
  
To the Society of the Beaux Esprits.
  
To my Lord of Abingdon.
  
Sacred to the Memory of our late Sovereign Lord King Charles the Second.
  
The Twelfth of June.
  
Mirtillo and Amynta:

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The vain Pursuit.

To a Lady that desir'd him to write to her in Verse.

Cloe , when you are pleas'd Commands to lay,
Tho' 'twere on Kings, they'd readily obey;
Much more may I, then—so much less than they.
But ah! I fear my humble Verse will move
You rather to despise it, than approve;
For I can write of nothing else but Love.
Of nothing else; 'tis my perpetual Theme,
That flows as 'twere an inexhausted Stream,
In all I say, or do, or think, or dream.
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Sometimes I take my Book and go to Prayer;
But Love, fond Love ev'n interrupts me there,
And turns my vain Devotions into Air.
Long have I search'd but never yet cou'd find
The happy Balm that heals a wounded Mind:
There's not a Star in Heav'n but what's unkind.
For the hard She that I am doom'd t'obey,
From my Pursuit for ever flies away,
And Fate it self's too weak to bribe her Stay.
Shadows that flit before us o'er the Plain,
As fast pursue when we return again;
But She ne'er turns, and ne'er can be o'ertane.
This is the rigid Fate I'm forc'd to bear:
And tell me, Fair one, is it not severe
That so much Love shou'd meet so much Despair?
Despair, the bitter Bowl, as Authors tell,
That to the Brim does with such Poison swell,
As makes the Furies lash themselves in Hell.
Her Name I will conceal—My Reason why,
Because there's none shall blame me when I die,
That one so low shou'd have a Thought so high.
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