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Poems on Several Occasions

By Henry Jones

Jones, Henry (1721-1770)

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 SPRING.

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 CLOE.

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.

To a FRIEND.

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,

MYRTILLA.

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.

SONG.

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

To a FRIEND.

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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To a FRIEND.

To thee in Tempe's blissful Shade,
From Bolesworth's Brow I write;
A happy Place, by Nature made
For Pleasure and Delight.

Here flow'ry Hills o'er fertile Vales
In gay Confusion rise:
Here smiling Health, amid the Gales,
On purple Pinions flies.

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Here rural Sports the Mind engage
To pass the pleasing Day;
Here Tilson quits his Tully's Page,
To turn the tedded Hay.

From London far, and State Affairs,
Sagacious he retires:
Each tranquil Bliss serene he shares,
Which Solitude inspires.

No Passions rude can here annoy
His undissembled Smile;
Domestic Sweets, connubial Joy,
Must ev'ry Care beguile.

Still near her Side his Soul approves,
In Love and Friendship bless'd,
Each tender Sentiment that moves
Within her faithful Breast.

His lovely Babes, like Lambkins play,
Sportive in April Sun:
Rejoicing meet him in his Way,
Or pratling round him run.

Thus lightly gay the Moments fly,
Which feel no Weight of Care;
Could Time but throw his Pinions by,
He'd wish to settle here.

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Nor less Delight attends on thee,
My Bassus! in thy Bow'r;
Where Sense and Genius both agree
To crown thy classic Hour.

In quest of Truth, you only tread
The Path by Reason made;
By no delusive Guides misled,
Of no false Lights afraid.

What more could bount'ous Heav'n bestow
Thy Blessings to secure?
It gave the sweetest Pledge below,
To make them long endure.

In thy accomplish'd, honour'd Fair,
Thy Bosom-bliss refin'd;
Whose winning Virtues all appear
Harmonious as her Mind.

And see! the beauteous blooming Maid,
Thy hope, thy Joy, and Pride,
With ev'ry pleasing Charm array'd,
With ev'ry Grace supply'd.

Which Nature's Hand can gently frame,
Or polish'd Art refine,
To make her rich in Virtue's Fame,
And like her Mother shine!

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Thou darling Youth, whose dawning Mind
The Muses all desire!
In thy bright Thoughts we early find
Thy Father's Sense and Fire.

To thee, my Clio, grateful still,
Shall consecrate her Theme,
And sing thee plac'd on Pindus' Hill,
Or at the sacred Stream.

Each letter'd Art imbibing there
With ev'ry Grace combin'd,
To make thee to thy Country dear,
The Wish of Humankind.

To thee in Tempe's blissful Shade
This grateful Verse I send;
The Verse sincere, tho' poorly paid,
To thee, my honour'd Friend!