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

Written in the Year 1740.

Let Albion's Rocks loud Pæans ring,
And let the surging Wave reply,
In hoarse resounding Tenors sing,
And send the Tidings to the Sky.

Triumphant Vernon is the Theme,
O! lift it to the tuneful Spheres;
Let distant Globes his Worth proclaim,
Whilst Britain's Guardian Angel hears.

Whilst he expands the mighty Blast
On his exulting Wings outspread,
Descending with celestial Haste
To shield the matchless Hero's Head.

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Hark! mimic Thunders burst below,
To spread the joyful News around,
Proud Porto-bello feels the Blow,
And lies a Ruin on the Ground.

Let British Bosoms grateful flame,
For Honour and for Treasure won,
While smiling Babes lisp Vernon's Name,
And Kings applaud what he has done.

His Deed that shall enrich our Story,
When busy Fame herself grows old,
And sick Ambition's cloy'd with Glory,
Great Vernon's Triumphs shall be told.

Let then the blushing Bumper flow,
Rich Spirits dance through ev'ry Vein,
Victorious Vernon has laid low
The boasted Strength and Pride of Spain.

Let all th'illustrious Sons of War,
Who triumph in the glorious Task,
Be toasted in thy Wine Guymar,
And empty the inspiring Flask.

For as the Bumper goes its Rounds,
And each stout Hero's Health we ply,
Great Vernon answers in dread Sounds,
And gasping Spaniards sink and die.