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Original poems on several subjects

In two volumes. By William Stevenson
Stevenson, William (ca. 1719-1783)

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VOLUME I.
  
[dedication]
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VERTUMNUS;
 I. 
BOOK I.
 II. 
BOOK II.
 III. 
BOOK III.
 IV. 
BOOK IV.
 V. 
BOOK V.
 VI. 
BOOK VI.
  
ODE ON SPRING.
  
An HYMN TO THE DEITY.
  
THE THEORY OF TEARS.
  
THE PROGRESS OF EVENING; OR, THE POWER OF VIRTUE.
  
RURAL SPORTS, Descriptive and Elegiac.
  
ON RICHES.
  
From PHANOR, A Lover with a small Patrimony,
  
The ANSWER.
  
PROLOGUE,
  
EPILOGUE On the same Occasion.
  
To the Author of Douglas and Agis.
  
CROSS .
  
On the Ruins of an old ELM.
  
To Doctor AKENSIDE.
  
To Mr WOTY;
  
On HARMONY.
  
To Miss J---y T---tt---r, Appearing often at her Window with her Hat on.
  
Miss G---tt to the Author;
  
His ANSWER.
  
A QUESTION:
  
To DANIEL N---, Esq
  
ΓΝΩΘΙ ΣΕΑΥΤΟΝ.
  
On a Foreigner's losing a considerable Sum of Money at a Gaming-table with a Sharper.
  
C---'S CURE.
  
On MARRIAGE.
  
On the Same.
  
On an Author who pleaded Poverty as an excuse for Printing.
  
To A CLERGYMAN Too fond of appearing in Print.
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VOLUME II.
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SATIRES.
  
INTRODUCTION TO THE SATIRES.
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POETICAL CHARACTERISTICS;
 I. 
CANTO I.
 II. 
CANTO II.
 III. 
CANTO III.
  
THE MONOPOLIST.
  
ZALATES.
  
THE TRIUMPH OF VICE.
  
To the Honourable ---.
  
LAURIA.
  
STELLA.
  
ZEPHALINDA.
  
LUCIA.
  
FLAVIA.
  
Early-rising and its Opposite compared.
  
Conclusion to the Satires.
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ELEGIES.
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AN ELEGY ON THE Cutting down of an Oak.
 I. 
PART I.
 II. 
PART II.
 III. 
PART III.
  
THE DEIST on a Deathbed .
  
AN ELEGY Written in a FLOWER-GARDEN.
  
The EPITAPH.
  
On the Death of a beloved Friend cut off in the Prime of Life.
  
To the Memory Of the Reverend Mr John Bonar.
  
On the Death of The Reverend Mr James Hervey.
  
To the Memory of William Shenstone, Esq
  
On the Death of Mr Churchill.
  
To the Memory Of the Reverend Dr Edward Young.
  
MONIMIA; OR, THE UNFORTUNATE BEAUTY. ADDRESSED TO MARIA.
  
The EPITAPH.
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Epitaphs for a MISER.
 I. 
I.
 II. 
II.
 III. 
III.
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IV.
 V. 
V.
 VI. 
VI.
 VII. 
VII.
 VIII. 
VIII.
 IX. 
IX.
 X. 
X. Epitaph on Mr ADDISON.
 XI. 
XI. Epitaph for Mr THOMSON's Monument.
 XII. 
XII. Epitaph on Sir ---
 XIII. 
XIII. Epitaph on Dr ---
 XIV. 
XIV. Epitaph on FANNY ROVER.
 XV. 
XV. Epitaph on LUCY HAY.
 XVI. 
XVI. Epitaph on a SLANDERER.
 XVII. 
XVII. Epitaph on an unhappy young Man.
 XVIII. 
XVIII. Epitaph on a BEGGAR.
 XIX. 
XIX. My own Epitaph.
  
A REVERY.
  
Description of the FACE.
  
Written in an Arbour at the foot of a Garden.
  
To Miss J---y ---
  
To Miss Annie Hamilton.
  
To a Lady offended at seeing her Verses printed, on account of their being too simple.
  
On the Death of Mr Allan Ramsay .
  
Advice to a LADY,
  
To ---
  
To ---
  
A Sketch of NOON.

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To Miss J---y T---tt---r, Appearing often at her Window with her Hat on.

An EPISTLE.

Say, J---y, ne'er in vapours gone,
Why still your Kitty Fisher on,
How'er unnecessary made,
By the warm room's protecting shade?
Do you this stratagem practise,
Lest we be dazzled with your eyes?
The kind intent we grateful own,
And thank the umbrage o'er them thrown.
But, though we venture not to gaze
At yonder sun in noon-tide blaze,
We wish no intervening cloud
The radiance of his orb to shroud.
Perhaps, as specks obscure the gem,
Some languor rudely seizes them.
On me O let your suffrage fall!
O me your special doctor call!
Art, haply, may relief afford,
Each eye's soft lambent fires restor'd.
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How bless'd, how envied would I be,
Were those fine orbs renew'd by me,
Though the bright ray, when back it came,
Might kindle all my soul to flame!
Me would you then your patient see,
And you, in turn, physician be;
No fee from either party due,
You might cure me, for curing you.
But ah! the heart, when ills surprise,
Is cur'd less easy than the eyes!
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