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Poems on Several Occasions

In Two Volumes. By Mr. Joseph Mitchell

(1684-1738)

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I.

THE Muse's Original:

AN ODE ON THE Power of Musick.

AN ODE, ON BUCHANAN.

THE Charms of Indolence.

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THE JUDGMENT OF HERCULES.

Psalm the 139th.

Isaiah, Chapter 13.

A Familiar Epistle, TO Major Richardson Pack,

THE DOLEFUL SWAINS:

INSTRUCTIONS TO THE MUSE.

To the Right Honourable JAMES CRAGGS, Esq;

AN ODE On receiving a Wreath of Bays from OPHELIA.

To OPHELIA, With the Power of Beauty.

THE POWER of BEAUTY.

To a young Lady,

To a Singing Bird.

A Memorial to Virtue, Unfinished.

To the Right Honourable CHARLES, Earl of Lauderdale, &c.

TO Mr. Allan Ramsay.

A HYMN TO THE MUSES.

To His Grace JOHN, Duke of Argyle and Greenwich.

AN EPITAPH ON A GLUTTON.

To an Humourist, who married a most ugly super annuated Maid.

TO Aaron Hill, Esq

TO Sir Richard Steel.

A POETICAL DREAM,

To the Right Honourable John Earl of Stair,

MITCHELL, Solus,

To the Right Honourable John Earl of Stair.

THE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT,

To the Right Honourable John Earl of Stair,

An ANACREONTIQUE, To the Right Honourable John Earl of Stair:

TO Dr. Arbuthnot,

VERSES To the Right Honourable the Lady Sommerville,

VERSES Occasion'd by the Death of The Right Honourable the Countess of Grantham.

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EPITAPH For the Tomb of an Infant, miscarried before it had received the Breath of Life.

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Congratulatory Verses To His Excellency Joseph Mitchell, Esq;

THE SINE-CURE: A Poetical PETITION To the Right Honourable ROBERT WALPOLE, Esq;

THE EQUIVALENT:

THE ALTERNATIVE:

AN ODE To the Right Honourable Sir ROBERT WALPOLE, Knight of the Most Honourable Order of the Bath;

THE SUBSCRIPTION:

TO THE Right Honourable The Lord Viscount KILLMOREY.

EPILOGUE TO THE Spanish Fryar.

POLTIS, King of Thrace;

A Lilliputian ODE ON CLARA's Dog.

THE Vicar and Waggoner.

Miss Charlote at Church.

THE TOTNESS ADDRESS, VERSIFIED.

EPITAPH ON ROGER SIZER,

EPITAPH ON Madam MARIA JANE,

To their Most Excellent MAJESTIES,

AN ANACREONTIC TO THE Right Honourable Philip Earl of Chesterfield,

A Picture of HYMEN, OR Matrimony A-la-mode:

VERSES To the Memory of JOHN CLARK, Esq

OF Seigniora CUZZONI's VOICE and FACE.

TO Seigniora Cuzzoni.

[Ye Commons and Peers]

TO A LADY, playing with a Clouded Fan.

TO A Pyrating POET.

TO S---h F---k.

CORYDON's Complaint.

AN ODE ON Mr. W---r's Birth-Day, July 14.

TO Sir RICHARD STEELE;

VERSES ON THE DEATH of Mr. S---.

THE RECANTATION.

VERSES TO A Gentleman who was charm'd with OPHELIA's Person.

THE REVENGE, TO MARIANA.

Two Questions answer'd by Two Ladies at a Ball, Versified.

TO Mr. THOMSON, The Author of WINTER.

A Sunday EPISTLE TO CREW OFFLY, Esq;

TO Mr. A--- D---,

TO THE Right Honourable ---

VERSES ON A Friend's MARRIAGE.

TO A Right Honourable Grumbletonian.

CATHOLICK BRASS; OR, THE Power of Impudence:

STANZA's (Publish'd in the Daily Journal.) On Reading the DUNCIAD.

To the Author of STANZA's, On Reading the DUNCIAD.

Political POETRY.

A PICTURE Of the RISE and FALL of a STATESMAN.

A DIALOGUE Between the Right Honourable A. and B.

A Monumental ODE, To the Virtuous Memory of Dr. Walsh of Worcestershire

To the Right Honourable Sir ROBERT WALPOLE,

THE Battle of Otterburn.

A SONG TO CELIA.

[Judgment, and Virtue bear my soaring Wing]

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To OPHELIA, With the Power of Beauty.

A POEM.

Thou, at whose Feet my Muse her Labour lays,
To whom my Heart its first Devotion pays,
Peruse this Paper, that, impartial, tells
How much a Lady, like your self, excels:
How, vainly, other Pow'rs appear in Arms
Against the Force of Beauty's conquering Charms.

227

If small Engagement, in my Verse, you find,
Condemn my Muse, but to my Heart be kind.
Lines faintly tell the Pain a Lover feels,
When ev'ry Passion to his Charmer kneels.
Poorly our Art the Force of Nature shows!
Like native Life, what dead Resemblance glows?

Think, Madam, tho' Adorers round you press,
None loves you more,—and Love deserves Success.
No higher Merit I presume to boast:
If That is worthless, my Ambition's lost.
Howe'er your Pleasure shall pronounce my Fate,
'Twill be my Pride, your humble Slave to wait:
Happy enough, if I am blest to see
Those Eyes, that conquer Thousands, shine on Me.

But, shou'd you, gracious, my Address regard,
And, by your Love, at length, my Pains reward,

228

No favour'd Beauty, to the Muses known,
Shou'd e'er receive more Homage than your own.
Yet ill cou'd Verse your Heav'n of Charms display!
As well might Paint outshine the God of Day.