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Sketches in verse

with prose illustrations. By Mr. Polwhele. Second edition, with several additional pieces

Polwhele, Richard (1760-1838)

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SKETCHES, &c. &c.

SONNET TO MR. WHITAKER.

ODE TO A RED-BREAST.

LINES ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY.

TO A CAMBRIDGE PROFESSOR, MUCH GIVEN TO PUNNING.

THE PILCHARD-SEINE:

LINES WRITTEN AT W--- LODGE IN DEVON, IN 1794.

THE VILLAGE. SUNDAY-EVE.

EXTEMPORE LINES TO MISS W---

LINES TO MISS T--- WITH A PRESENT OF A VOLUME OF POEMS.

THE WISHFUL SWAIN, OF DEVON.

EXTEMPORE LINES TO THE AUTHOR'S WIFE.

LINES READ TO THE MISS S---, &c. ON A WATER-PARTY FROM S---S.

THE TOMB OF ROUSSEAU.

TO A CLERGYMAN.

SONNET TO A TOAD.

SONNET TO AN ARTIST, EMPLOYED IN NEW-MODELLING THE PLEASURE-GROUNDS OF MY LORD ------

SONNET IN CONSEQUENCE OF THE REPRESENTATION OF THE TRAGEDY OF LILLO IN TOWN, When some middle-aged persons exclaimed, “It is too deep!”

TO THE EVENING-STAR.

TO A YOUNG OFFICER, TOO FOND OF HIS LITERARY STUDIES.

THE PASSIONATE LADY.

THE CAPRICIOUS BEAUTY.

TO JULIA, IN CONSEQUENCE OF THE AUTHOR'S BREAKING HER FAN.

EXTEMPORE LINES ON A LADY'S LOSING HER EYELASHES BY AN EXPLOSION OF GUNPOWDER.

ODE TO BARON DE DUNSTANVILLE.

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EXTEMPORE LINES ON A LADY'S LOSING HER EYELASHES BY AN EXPLOSION OF GUNPOWDER.

The lightning, that beneath the shade
Of each delicious eyelash play'd,
So softly glanc'd upon my heart,
I fondly nurst the thrilling smart.

Now on thine eyes I dare not gaze,
But fly from the too fervid blaze,
Lest I should perish, scorcht by flashes
Such as consum'd thy sweet eyelashes!