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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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I.

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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A Lilliputian ODE ON CLARA's Dog.

I.

Little Hetty,
Kind and pretty,
Clara's Care!
O how rare
Charms like thine!
Sparks divine
Seem to shine
In thy Eyes,
Bright and wise.

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There's a Grace
In thy Face,
Which the Sages
Of all Ages
Might admire.
It would tire
Pope and Gay
To display
Such a Dog.
Molly Mog,
Rural Toast,
England's Boast,
And thy Foil,
With less Toil,
Was proclaim'd
By their Muses fair and fam'd.

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II.

Who wou'd not
Wish thy Lot!
To be kist,
And carest
By such Charms!
And in Arms,
So Divine,
Rest Supine
Every Night,
With Delight!
And at Board,
Like a Lord,
On a Chair
Great appear!

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Or to lie
Softly by,
And be fed
With the Bread
And the Meats
Clara eats!
Well attended,
And defended
By her Train,
Maids and Men,
Of so great an Honour vain!

III.

What Distress
Will possess
And controul
Clara's Soul,

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When grim Death
Stops thy Breath!
Then a Crowd,
Crying loud,
To the Clay
Shall convey
Beauty gone:
And a Stone
Shall proclaim
Thy lov'd Name:
And a Verse
Shall rehearse
And shew forth
All thy Worth.
But no Art
Can impart

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Clara's Grief!
Nor Relief
Can her Mind
Ever find,
While poor Hetty
Fills her Thoughts—and that's Pity.