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Poems on Several Occasions

With Imitations from Horace, Ovid, Martial, Theocritus, Bachylides, Anacreon, &c. To which is prefix'd A Discourse on Criticism, and the Liberty of Writing. In a letter to a Friend. By Samuel Cobb ... The Third Edition. To which is added, Poems on the Duke of Marlborough, Prince Eugene, the Electoral Prince of Hannover, with other Poems. Never before Printed

Cobb, Samuel (1675-1713)

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A Prefatory Discourse.

[For tho' retiring to the Western Isles]

[Born to surprize the World, and teach the Great]

[For to display our Candour and our Sence]

[Rules they can write, but, like the College Tribe]

THE Portugal-Expedition. February 1703–1704.

On the Birth of the Duke of Britany.

The Passion of Myrrha.

The Power of Beauty.

THE Desperate Lover.

THE FAIR INFIDEL.

To William Jordan of Gatwick, Esq. Horace's 9th Ode, B. 2d. imitated.

To Stephen Harvey, Esq;

An Epithalamium.

On a Lady, of a Voice incomparably sweet, who died Young.

Daphne's Denyal

A DITHYRAMBICK:

LOVE and MUSICK,

On a Gentleman drawing his Own Picture, Sept. 1703.

The REPEATER.

The ASS.

An Ode out of Anacreon.

The 103d Psalm Paraphras'd.

The 130th Psalm Paraphras'd.

The 148th Psalm Paraphras'd.

Descensio Sancti Spiritûs.

On the ceasing of the Oracles upon the Birth of our Blessed Saviour.

To his Friend on the Following Poem.

To his Friend on the following Poem

Of POETRY.

A POEM.

ON THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH.

EUGENIUS.

ON THE Electoral Prince OF HANOVER.

AMPHION.

Out of Horace. Ode 3. B. 13.

OF VAIN WISHES.

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On the ceasing of the Oracles upon the Birth of our Blessed Saviour.

When from Almighty Wrath the Saviour fled,
To Sacrifice his Meritorious Head;
To live an Exile from his Ancient Throne,
And suffer for Offences, not his Own:
False Deities ador'd the Child, and fell
Down to their Primitive Damnation, Hell.
The Delphick Priestess was no more inspir'd,
Phœbus stood Silent, and in Mists retir'd.
More strong than Thunder were this Infant's Nods,
That strikes the Lofty Temples, These the Gods.