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Poems on Several Occasions

By Henry Jones

Jones, Henry (1721-1770)

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POEMS ON Several Occasions.

On his Excellency the Earl of Chesterfield's Arrival in Ireland.

To the Right Honourable the Countess of Chesterfield, occasioned by her procureing a Pardon for two Soldiers condemned for Desertion.

On the Lying-in Hospital in Dublin.

Lines to Lord Chief Justice Singleton.

On Mr. POPE's Death.

On a Picture of Our Saviour's Examination before Caiaphas; sent to his Grace Dr. George Stone, Lord Primate of Ireland.

To Doctor GREEN.

Philosophy, a POEM, addressed to the Ladies who attended Mr. Booth's Lectures in Dublin.

On the vain Pursuits and imperfect Enjoyments of Human Life.

To the Hon. Mr. Baron Mountney.

The Character of a true Patriot, and a good Man.

On his Royal Highness the Duke of Cumberland's Success at the Hague.

To a Young Gentleman.

RATH-FARNHAM, a Poem,

To a FRIEND who had writ Verses to Mr. POPE, in the Person of Apollo, occasioned by hearing that Poet abus'd.

To Thomas Adderly, Esq

VERSES inscrib'd to the Revd. Dr. Delany.

An ESSAY on the Weakness of Human Knowledge, and the Uncertainty of mortal Life.

To the Hon. Mrs. CONOLLY.

To the Reverend Dr. Mann, occasioned by the Author's asking him for a Subject to write on, and his saying he could think of none.

To a Person of fine Parts, but whimsical Humours, of a cruel Nature, and bad Morals.

To a young Lady on her Grotto.

A PROLOGUE for the Benefit of Old Husband's the Player.

On the King's Birth-day.

To the Reverend Dr. Mann, occasioned by the Death of the Revd. Mr. Holt, Junior Fellow of T. C. D.

On seeing Mr. Barry in the Character of Hamlet.

On the Death of a favourite Nightingale.

On a fine Crop of Peas being spoil'd by a Storm.

Lesbia and her Sparrow: Or Cupid turn'd Fowler.

To a young Lady on her performing upon the Harpsichord.

To Lord Tyrawly, on his sending me to Lord Chesterfield, when I durst not knock at the Door.

To a young Lady, lately married, who had fine Eyes, but a frail Character.

On his Excellency the Earl of Chesterfield's Recovery from a dangerous Fever.

On taking a Lady's Picture in Church, whilst she sung the Psalm.

To Cleon, on his Arrival at his Villa.

TEMPE, a Poem, inscrib'd to Solitude.

To a FRIEND on his Marriage.

LINES inscrib'd to the Right Honourable the Lord Newport, Lord High Chancellor of Ireland.

BATH, a Poem; inscrib'd to Dr. Nugent, Physician at Bath.

On seeing a Picture of his Royal Highness the Prince of Wales, which was presented to the University of Dublin.

ARDELIA, A POEM.

To a young LADY, who had made an Epigram on Time, but refus'd to give a Copy.

On a Young LADY Dancing,

On the Hospital for Lying-in-Women, erected in Dublin. Inscrib'd to the Founders.

On taking PORTO-BELLO by Storm. Inscrib'd to the Vernon Club in Drogheda.

On seeing Mrs. Woffington appear in several Characters.

A Farewel to Apollo and the Muses, at Glassnevin.

On viewing the Monument of the Right Honourable William Conolly, Esq

On a public Collection made for the distress'd Remains of the Inniskillen and Derry Men. Inscrib'd to the Right Honourable the Lord Tullamore.

On his Excellency the Earl of Chesterfield's resigning the Government of Ireland.

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On his Royal Highness the Duke of Cumberland's Success at the Hague.

Whilst grateful Britons lift their loud Applause
For sacred Rights redeem'd, and rescu'd Laws;
A People sav'd, the joyful Sound proclaim,
And ev'ry Bosom swells with William's Name.
His Country freed, he glows for Humankind,
And Europe's Safety fills his mighty Mind.
Lo! Belgian States the Royal Envoy warms,
Inflames their Breasts, and fires their Souls to Arms:
Rous'd by his Voice, the fatal Chain they broke,
And saw with Horror the impending Yoke.
To naked View each Gallic Scheme he shows;
That France and Freedom are eternal Foes:
Her luring Bait he strips of all Disguise,
Op'ning the deadly Snare to Europe's Eyes.
The mighty Chiefs, amaz'd, beheld with Fear
The Storm black frowning, and their Fate so near;
Their anxious Minds the God-like Prince allay'd,
They court his Councils, and implore his Aid:
To Him the Nations gath'ring from afar,
Intrust their Plans of Peace, their Hopes of War.
Hail, mighty Chief! hail! darling glorious Youth!
Guardian of Liberty, and injur'd Truth!
Britannia's Boast, whose early Virtues stood
'Midst rending Thunders firm, in Fields of Blood
Wading victorious through the Crimson Tide,
And France defeated at thy Father's Side!
On Thee our utmost Hopes, our Joys, depend;
On Thee, the Tyrant's Foe, and Freedom's Friend.

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Go forth, Invincible, assert the Field;
Justice shall lend her Sword, and Truth her Shield.
Go forth, great Prince, with conscious Worth elate,
Whilst Angels guard thee in the Files of Fate.
Thy Cause shall triumph o'er the destin'd Foe,
And Heav'n shall guide, and strengthen every Blow:
When Battles rage, Success shall round thee play,
And each be like Culloden's glorious Day.