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Miscellanies, in Verse and Prose

By George Jeffreys

Jeffreys, George,1678-1755

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VERSES TO THE AUTHOR.

Original POEMS, AND TRANSLATIONS.

VERSES upon the Death of the Duke of Gloucester.

VERSES occasioned by the Solemnity of Mr. Dryden's Funeral.

Ex tempore; on Sight of a Dance.

On the Death of Parthenia.

An ODE from Sappho, English'd.

A Song.

The Beginning of Lucan, Book 8. English'd.

Part of Lucan, Book IX. English'd.

The Sixteenth of May.

Epigram.

Horace, Book II. Ode 5. English'd.

Horace, Book II. Ode 9. Imitated.

To Mr. Addison, on his Tragedy of Cato.

Riddle.

Song.

An ODE, on the Death of Charles XII. King of Sweden.

Song.

Another.

ODE.

On the Death of Monimia.

On the Earl of Oxford's Enlargement.

Written in a Lady's Tunbridge Miscellanies.

ODE for New-year's-day, 1720.

On a Gentleman who ran mad with Love of a Physician's Daughter.

Epilogue to Money the Mistress,

Epitaph, On the Rev. Dr. Drelincourt, Dean of Armagh;

Prologue, design'd for the Adelphi, in 1720.

Horace, Epode IV. Imitated.

Prologue, spoken by Mrs. Brett,

Prologue, design'd for Merope.

ODE from the Latin of Dr. Pitcairn.

ODE.

To Eliza,

On the Essays on Man.

Epigram.

On the Shell-work in Berkshire.

On a Lady's Hand-writing.

On the Marriage of Sir Edward Turner and Miss Leigh.

On a Lady from India, who loves Bathing.

A Riddle of Dean Swift's, versified.

From the French.

From the same Language,

On the Birth of Sir Edward Turner's Son.

To Urania,

Translation of a Latin Epigram on Casimire.

From the French Opera of Orpheus.

To a Lady.

To the same.

To a Lady on her Birth-day, March 31.

To Veneroni's Dictionary,

A Riddle.

To a Gentleman,

To the same,

On a Lady's bidding a certain Person look in the Glass.

The Farewel.

A Dialogue between a Marquess and a Saint.

The Drum.

Horace, Ode VI. Book I.

Horace, Ode XIII. Book I.

Horace, Ode IV. Book IV.

Epigram.

Another.

A Fable.

Prologue to Esther, a Tragedy;

The Story of Phaeton.

Father Francis and Sister Constance.

Chess:

The Happy Pair;

Epigram, To the Memory of Peter Alexiowitz,

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To Eliza,

inviting me to her Wedding.

Had You your charms resign'd
To Him who loves you best,
The summons had been kind,
And I completely blest.

Those tender words, “Prepare
“For bliss so long delay'd,”
An age of black despair
At once had overpay'd.

But, doom'd to Rival arms,
You mock your Lover's smart;
A Dance your blood alarms,
A Ribbon fires your heart:

Tho' clogg'd with Fool and Debt,
The dear Estate you prize;
And view without regret
The Martyr of your eyes.

But I; can I behold
The Heav'n I must forego?

And grace, like Slaves of old,
The triumph of my Foe?

You will not give delight;
And would you add to pain?
Your hate improves to spite;
To malice your disdain.

Yet, Tyrant, in your turn,
The stroke of justice, due
To cruelty and scorn,
Perhaps may humble You.

In Honour's school untaught,
Your Sot may go astray,
And You, like me, be brought
To curse your Wedding-day.