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Poems to Thespia

To Which are Added, Sonnets, &c. [by Hugh Downman]
Downman, Hugh (1740-1809)
  
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INTRODUCTION.
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POEMS to THESPIA.
 I. 
I.
 II. 
II.
 III. 
III.
 IV. 
IV.
 V. 
V.
 VI. 
VI.
 VII. 
VII.
 VIII. 
VIII.
 IX. 
IX.
 X. 
X.
 XI. 
XI.
 XII. 
XII.
 XIII. 
XIII.
 XIV. 
XIV.
 XV. 
XV.
 XVI. 
XVI.
 XVII. 
XVII.
 XVIII. 
XVIII.
 XIX. 
XIX.
 XX. 
XX.
 XXI. 
XXI.
 XXII. 
XXII.
 XXIII. 
XXIII.
 XXIV. 
XXIV.
 XXV. 
XXV.
 XXVI. 
XXVI.
 XXVII. 
XXVII.
 XXVIII. 
XXVIII.
 XXIX. 
XXIX.
 XXX. 
XXX.
 XXXI. 
XXXI.
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XXXII.
 XXXIII. 
XXXIII.
 XXXIV. 
XXXIV.
 XXXV. 
XXXV.
 XXXVI. 
XXXVI.
 XXXVII. 
XXXVII.
 XXXVIII. 
XXXVIII.
 XXXIX. 
XXXIX.
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XL.
 XLI. 
XLI.
 XLII. 
XLII.
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SONNETS, PRESENTED WITH THE FIRST IMPRESSION OF POEMS TO THESPIA.
 I. 
I. To Dr. GLASS.
 II. 
II. To Mr. PITFIELD.
 III. 
III. To Mr. PATCH.
 IV. 
IV. To Mr. GIBBS.
 V. 
V. To Mr. CODRINGTON.
 VI. 
VI. To Lord Viscount COURTENAY.
 VII. 
VII. To the DEAN of EXETER.
 VIII. 
VIII. To Chancellor QUICKE.
 IX. 
IX. To Archdeacon SLEECH.
 X. 
X. To JAMES WHITE, Esq.
 XI. 
XI. To Mr. JACKSON.
 XII. 
XII. To J. B. CHOLWICH, Esq.
 XIII. 
XIII. To Mr. J. SPURWAY.
 XIV. 
XIV. To Mr. J. CHURCHILL.
 XV. 
XV. To Mrs. DOWNMAN.
 XVI. 
XVI. To Archdeacon MOORE.
 XVII. 
XVII. To Lieutenant-Colonel SIMCOE.
 XVIII. 
XVIII. To Mr. BENT.
 XIX. 
XIX. To Mrs. ANDREW.
 XX. 
XX. To Mr. HOLE.
 XXI. 
XXI. To Mr. WOOD.
 XXII. 
XXII. To E. DREWE, Esq.
 XXIII. 
XXIII. To Mrs. ILBERT.
 XXIV. 
XXIV. To Mr. ANDREW.
 XXV. 
XXV. To J. RICHARDS, Esq.
 XXVI. 
XXVI. To Miss E. WALKER.
 XXVII. 
XXVII. To Mr. STACEY.
 XXVIII. 
XXVIII. To Mr. D. WILLIAMS.
 XXIX. 
XXIX. To Mr. SYMONDS.
 XXX. 
XXX. To Mr. S. CODRINGTON.
 XXXI. 
XXXI. To J. P. TAYLOR, Esq.
 XXXII. 
XXXII. To Mr. BLACKALL.
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COMPLIMENTARY VERSES TO THE AUTHOR.
  
SONNET.
  
To the AUTHOR,
  
AN EPISTLE
  
To the SAME.
  
To the SAME.
  
To the SAME,
  
To the SAME,
  
To the SAME.
  
To the SAME.
  
To the SAME,
  
To the SAME.

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XXI.

[Hath the flaming car of day]

Hath the flaming car of day
Roll'd its annual course away,
Since my Thespia to my arms
Yielded first her virgin charms?
Since the meekly-blushing fair
Whisper'd softly in my ear,
Anxious grief and doubt are flown,
Take me, I am all thy own?
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Yes, the rapid hours are past,
Fled with more than winged haste.
Swift indeed is pleasure's tread,
Swift ye hours of joy Ye fled.
Ever-enchanting! ever-new!
Still with fondest look I view
The gentle beams which from thy heart
Thro thy eyes expressive dart.
Still I feel a lover's fire,
Tenderest thoughts, and warm desire;
The bridal graces round thee play,
Young, unconscious of decay.
Hence reproach, and satire vain!
Fools may feel the galling chain.
Freedom for us the garland wove,
Connecting Hymen, close with love.
Doth possession render less
The sweet zest of happiness?
How with pity we behold
The groveling soul, and slaves of gold!
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