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The Poetical Works of Henry Brooke

... In Four Volumes Octavo. Revised and corrected by the Original Manuscript With a Portrait of the Author, and His Life By Miss Brooke. The Third Edition
Brooke, Henry (1703?-1783)

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VOL. I.
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JACK THE GIANT QUELLER, AN OPERA.
  
AIR I.
  
AIR II.
  
AIR III.
  
AIR IV.
  
AIR V.
  
AIR VI.
  
AIR VII.
  
AIR VIII.
  
AIR IX.
  
AIR X.
  
AIR XI.
  
AIR XII.
  
AIR XIII.
  
AIR XV.
  
AIR XV.
  
AIR XVI.
  
AIR XVII.
  
AIR XVIII.
  
AIR XIX.
  
AIR XX.
  
AIR XXI.
  
AIR XXII.
  
AIR XXIII.
  
AIR XXIV.
  
AIR XXV.
  
AIR XXVI.
  
AIR XXVII.
  
AIR XXVIII.
  
AIR XXIX.
  
AIR XXX.
  
XXXI.
  
AIR XXXII.
  
AIR XXXIII.
  
AIR XXXIV.
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RUTH: AN ORATORIO.
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PART I.
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SCENE I.
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PART III.
 I. 
SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
  
PROLOGUE TO THE EARL OF ESSEX,
  
PROLOGUE TO THE EARL OF WESTMORLAND,
  
ANOTHER PROLOGUE TO THE EARL OF WESTMORLAND.
  
EPILOGUE TO THE PLAY OF WHAT WE MUST ALL COME TO.
  
TO THE MEMORY OF Lieutenant Colonel HENRY CLEMENTS.
  
A CHARACTER.
  
TO Mr. B---
  
THE PATRIOTISM OF IRELAND,
  
THE QUESTION.
  
THE FOX-CHASE.
  
REDEMPTION:
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VOL. II.
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UNIVERSAL BEAUTY:
 I. 
BOOK I.
 II. 
BOOK II.
 III. 
BOOK III.
 IV. 
BOOK IV.
 V. 
BOOK V.
 VI. 
BOOK VI.
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JERUSALEM DELIVERED;
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BOOK I.
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BOOK II.
 III. 
BOOK III.
  
CONSTANTIA:
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VOL. IV.
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FABLES
  
THE TEMPLE of HYMEN.
  
THE SPARROW and the DOVE.
  
THE FEMALE SEDUCERS.
  
LOVE AND VANITY.
  
CONRADE:

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AIR X.

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Tune, “I have six pence under my thumb.”

I

How sweet the gossiping birds that sing!
How sweet the treasure the zephyrs bring,
Light wafted on each odoriferous wing
That winnows the breast of flowery spring!

II

How sweet the showers with balm replete!
The fawns that frolic, and lambs that bleat!
But O! above all, though all should meet,
Our Justice, our Queen of sweets is sweet!
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