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The Works of Hildebrand Jacob

... Containing Poems on Various Subjects, and Occasions; With the Fatal Constancy, a Tragedy; and Several Pieces in Prose. The Greatest Part Never Before Publish'd

Jacob, Hildebrand (1693-1739)

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THE Muse's Invitation;

Answer to the Muse.

Neptune's Remonstrance.

Written on a Glass of Tokay

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I. Hymn to Venus.

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II. Hymn to Venus.

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III. Hymn to the Goddess of Silence

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ODE II. To Cloe, on the Death of ---

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ODE III. To Death.

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ODE IV. To Daphne.

ODE V. To Artemisa.

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ODE VI. Advice to Phillis.

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ODE VII. Occasion'd by Phoebe's consenting.

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ODE VIII. To Philomel .

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ODE IX. The Foolish Shepherd.

ODE X. To Belinda,

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To Belinda;

Written on her Glass.

Answer to Strephon

Sent to him, as he whisper'd ---

The Disinterested Swain.

The Turtles;

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TALE I. Apollo 's Stratagem:

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TALE II. The curious Maid.

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TALE III. The Judgment of Tiresias.

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TALE IV. The Shades.

TALE V. The Fair Penitent.

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TALE VI. The Apparition.

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TALE VII. The INDIAN.

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TALE VIII. The Escape.

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Apollo, and a Poetaster.

Minerva, and an Author.

To Neptune,

To Love.

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EPISTLE I. To Syrisca.

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EPISTLE II. To a Friend going abroad.

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EPISTLE III. Reasons for not writing Satire.

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EPISTLE IV. To B. B. Esq

EPISTLE V. To C. F. Esq

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EPISTLE VI. To Dr. P--- at T. W. with ---

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EPISTLE VII. To ---

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EPISTLE VIII. To ------

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EPISTLE IX. To S. W. Y.

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EPITAPH I. On Mr. A. H. a great Traveller.

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EPITAPH II. On Delia.

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EPITAPH III. On Mrs. Beata F---

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EPITAPH. IV. On my Lady---

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Some Fragments of NERO,

Design'd for an Epilogue to a Tragedy call'd the Revenge.

Part of the Epilogue to a Comedy call'd the Masquerade.

EPISTLE X. To a Friend with ---

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TALE II. The curious Maid.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

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Of doubtful attribution.

Obstupuit, steteruntque comæ—

Beauty's a gaudy Sign, no more,
To tempt the Gazer to the Door;
Within the Entertainment lies,
Far off remov'd from Vulgar Eyes.

Thus Cloë beautiful, and gay,
As on her Bed the Wanton lay,
Hardly awake from Dreaming o'er
Her Conquests of the Day before.

And what's this hidden Charm? (she cry'd)
And spurn'd th' embracing Clothes aside
From Limbs of such a Shape, and Hue,
As Titian's Pencil never drew,

Resolv'd the dark Abode to trace,
Of Female Honour, or Disgrace,
Where Virtue finds her Talk too hard,
And often Slumbers on the Guard.

Th' Attempt She makes, and buckles to
With all her Might; but 'twon'd not do:
Still, as She bent, the Part requir'd,
As conscious of its Shame, retir'd.
What's to be done; we're all a-ground!
Some other Method must be found—
Water Narcissus Face cou'd show,
And why not Cloe's Charms below?
Big with this Project, She applies
The Jordan to her Virgin Thighs;
But the dull Lake her Wish denies.

What Luck is here, we're foil'd again!
The Devil's in the Dice, that's plain!
No Chymist e'er was so perplex'd;
No jilted Coxcomb half so vex'd;

Thus Folks are often at a Stand,
When Remedies are near at Hand!
For lo! the Glass—ay, that indeed!
'Tis ten to one we now succed!
To this Relief She flies amain,
And straddles o'er the shining Plain,
The shining Plain reflects at large
All Damon's Wish, and Cloe's Charge.
The curious Maid in deep Surprize,
On the grim Feature fix'd her Eyes:
Far less amaz'd Æneas stood,
When, by Avernus sacred Flood,
He saw Hell's Portal fring'd with Wood.

And is this all, is this (She cry'd)
Man's great Desire, and Woman's Pride;
The Spring whence flows the Lover's Pain,
The Ocean where 'tis lost again,
By Fate for ever doom'd to prove
The Nursery, and grave of Love?

O Thou of dire and horrid Mein,
And always better felt than seen!
Fit Rapture of the gloomy Night,
O, never more approach the Light!
Like other Myst'ries Men adore,
Be hid, to be rever'd the more.