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Poems on Several Occasions

By Jonathan Smedley

Smedley, Jonathan (1671-1729)

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To BELINDA, Singing.

[Thus said Kingstone, When I die]

On Mr. Welfted's presenting his Ode on the Duke of Marlborough's Apoplexy, to a Celebrated Toast.

The ROVER Fix'd.

To Jacynta, Lamenting at Cloe's Small-Pox.

Neptune to Æolus.

AN EPITAPH Upon His GRACE John Duke of Marlborough:

The Thames Frozen.

The TORIES Overseen.

The RAREE-SHOW;

Smoke the DOCTOR;

AN ODE To the Right Honourable the Earl of CADOGAN.

A FAMILIAR EPISTLE

OCCASIONED By An ODE TO Earl St---pe.

On His Excellency the Earl of Cadogan's Publick Entry at the Hague, May 28. 1718.

CLOE to Mr. Tickell,

TO Sir RICHARD STEELE,

On Martilla Weeping.

ON A Masqu'd MISTRESS.

CLAUDIAN's Old Man of VERONA.

EPITAPH ON Sir JOHN EDGAR

HOR. Lib. III. Ode 16.

AN EPITAPH ON Isaac Bickerstaff's CAT.

A FAMILIAR EPISTLE

ON The Death of a Lap-Dog.

A Certain PREFACE, put into Rhyme.

The POEM Transvers'd.

On a Norfolk PARSON.

On a Big-belly'd Lady, who fell above the Middle in the Water.

The Tunbridge Beauty. 1715.

The Mournful Shepherdess.

A Hint from Propertius.

The Fox and Goat.

Fix'd on a Church Door.

HORACE, Epod. II.

ON A Concert of MUSIC.

TO An Ugly OLD MAID.

On the Death of Ranter.

HOR. Lib. III. Ode IX.

HOR. Lib. I. Ode XXVI.

HOR. Lib. IV. Ode XII.

The Ecclesiastical Don Quixote:

Blew-Ey'd NANCY;

The TORY PLOT Unravel'd.

The Second Part.

A Triumphant SONG

ON A MICROSCOPE.

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A Triumphant SONG

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To the Tune of, Fill every Glass, &c.

I

Rejoice Britannia.
For, full many a
Monster, thy darling Knight has slain.
Purg'd is the Venom of their Brain;
Damp'd is their drivling, scribling Strain;
Rejoice Britannia,
For, full many a
Monster, thy darling Knight has slain.

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II

Bolder and Bolder
Grew the Freeholder,
Till, bravely, Sir James, quite cut him down.
Cato then, next perplex'd the Town;
Cato! whilom of Fair Renown!
But then the Fierce Knight
Soon put him to Flight;
And kill'd him, and his Epitaph did write.

III

Last came the Dragon,
Papist and Pagan,
The vilest of the many-headed Crew:
But the Chevalier at him flew,
And his Heart's blood he fairly drew;
And felling down Mist,
Upon him he pi---t,
And gave him the parting-Blow with his Fist.