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Poems on several occasions

By the late Edward Lovibond

Lovibond, Edward (1724-1775)

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ON THE DEATH OF EDWARD LOVIBOND, Esq;

THE TEARS OF OLD MAY-DAY.

DEDICATION TO THE Rev. Mr. WOODDESON, Of Kingston upon Thames, AND THE LADIES of his NEIGHBOURHOOD.

JULIA's PRINTED LETTER TO LORD ---.

ON REBUILDING COMBE-NEVILLE, NEAR KINGSTON, SURREY,

ON LADY POMFRET's PRESENTING THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD WITH HER COLLECTION OF STATUES.

ON RURAL SPORTS.

ODE TO CAPTIVITY.

IMITATION FROM OSSIAN's POEMS,

ODE TO YOUTH.

TO THE THAMES.

TO Miss K--- P---.

TO Miss K--- P---, WITH ANSON's VOYAGE.

THE COMPLAINT OF CAMBRIA

ON A PRESENT to the AUTHOR OF TWO IMPRESSIONS FROM A Fine Antique Seal of the Head of ALEXANDER;

ON THE SUBJECT OF THE MONUMENT IN ARCADIA.

ON THE SAME.

HITCHIN CONVENT.

TO A YOUNG LADY, A VERY GOOD ACTRESS.

TO AN ACCOMPLISHED LADY.

ADDRESS TO THE THAMES.

TO Mrs. B---, Reading Julia with tears, during a hard frost.

ON Mr. BROWN'S Alterations at Clermont,

TO LADY F---, On her Marriage.

SONG.

VERSES Written after passing through Findon, Sussex, 1768.

TO A LADY.

STANZAS.

TO A YOUNG LADY, Who objected to sup with a Party of both sexes, that met at a Coffee-House.

TO THE SAME, ON HER DRESS.

TO THE SAME.

ON Reading the foregoing VERSES.

TO LAURA, ON Her receiving a Mysterious LETTER from A METHODIST DIVINE.

TO THE SAME. ON POLITICS.

TO LAURA. FAREWELL TO THE ROSE.

SONG TO ****.

On Men being deprived, from Custom and Delicacy, of enjoying social Friendship with the Fair Sex.

TO A YOUNG LADY, Fainting at the News of her Friend's Misfortunes.

ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.

TO Miss N---m,

TO THE Mrs.'s R---s,

VERSES WRITTEN AT BRIGHTHELMSTONE.

TO Miss G---,

ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING VERSES.

ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG GENTLEMAN.

INSCRIPTION FOR A FOUNTAIN.

On the converting the late Mr. WOODDESON's HOUSE, at Kingston, into a Poor-House, and cutting down the great Walk of high Trees before it.

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TO A LADY.

The simple swain, where Zembla's snow
Are bound in frozen chains,
Where scarce a smile the sun bestows
To warm the sullen plains;

Not once conceives that sun to rise
With kinder, brighter ray,
Nor southern vales, Hesperian skies,
To bask in smiling day.

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As weak my thoughts respecting thee:
Must thou, my better sun,
Because but smiling cold on me,
Be therefore warm to none?