The Works, In Verse and Prose, of Leonard Welsted ::

The Works, In Verse and Prose, of Leonard Welsted

... Now First Collected. With Historical Notes, And Biographical Memoirs of the Author, by John Nichols

(1688-1747)

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POEMS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS.

APPLE-PYE.

A POEM, occasioned by the late Famous Victory of Audenarde.

A POEM to the Memory of the incomparable Mr. J. PHILIPS;

An EPISTLE to MR. STEELE, on the KING's Accession to the Crown, 1714.

To the Earl of CLARE, on his being created Duke of Newcastle, 1715.

To the Countess of WARWICK,

The GENIUS;

PALÆMON to CÆLIA, at Bath;

ACON and LAVINIA.

Thyrsis and Daphne, A Tale;

To ZELINDA,

The FAULTLESS FAIR.

THE PORTRAITURE.

The PICTURE of a fine April Morning.

TO ZELINDA.

THE INVITATION.

HORACE, BOOK I. ODE XIX.

TIBULLUS, BOOK I. ELEGYI.

A SONG.

An EPISTLE to His Grace the Duke of CHANDOS.

AN EPIGRAM.

A PROLOGUE occasioned by the Revival of a PLAY of SHAKESPEAR,

EPILOGUE,

HORACE, BOOK IV. ODE II.

An EPISTLE to the Earl of CADOGAN.

Dean SMEDLEY'S Ode to the Earl of CADOGAN.

An EPISTLE to the late Dr. Garth,

PROLOGUE to Steele's CONSCIOUS LOVERS, 1722.

EPILOGUE to the Same;

To Mr. PHILIPS,

VERSES addressed to Mr. WELSTED,

The Occasion of ÆSCULAPIUS being brought to ROME.

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The Deification of Julius Cæsar.

The reign of Augustus, in which Ovid flourished.

The Poet concludes.

ΟΙΚΟΓΡΑΦΙΑ

PROLOGUE to SOUTHERN'S Money's the Mistress, 1725.

PROPOSALS for translating HORACE.

HORACE, BOOK I. ODE I.

HORACE, BOOK I. ODE III.

HORACE, BOOK I. ODE V.

HORACE, BOOK I. ODE XXII.

EPILOGUE to “The Widow Bewitched,”

ONE EPISTLE to Mr. A. POPE,

Of DULNESS and SCANDAL

OF FALSE FAME;

EPISTLE to Mr. WELSTED,

A POEM to her Royal Highness The PRINCESS of WALES;

The SUMMUM BONUM;

FRAGMENT of a POEM,

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HORACE, BOOK I. ODE XXII.

To the Right Honourable the Earl of Pembroke.

From Virtue's laws who never parts,
O Pembroke, safe may go
Without the Moorish lance or bow,
Or quiver stor'd with poison'd darts,
The womb of woe!
Whether through Libya's scorching land
To journey he provides,
By savage Caucas' rocky sides,
Or where the stream, o'er golden sand,
Of Indus glides:

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For while, with Norman landschapes charm'd,
To my sweet lute I play'd,
And, wrapt in Harriot, carless stray'd,
A wolf espy'd me all unarm'd,
And fled dismay'd:
A direr portent, nor a worse,
Has warlike Daunia view'd,
Through her vast wilds and forests rude:
Nor Juba's arid realms, that nurse
The lion-brood:
Bear me to cold and wintery plains,
Where no fair-blossom'd trees
Adduce the soft-aspiring breeze;
But fogs abound, and chilly rains,
With dews that freeze:
In the burnt climate let me reek;
The houseless desart Isle!
There Harriot shall my cares beguile;
My Harriot, that does sweetly speak,
And sweetly smile!

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HORACE, BOOK I. ODE XXII.

To the Right Honourable the Earl of Pembroke.