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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.

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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 the Lying-in Hospital in Dublin.

On out-stretch'd Wings of glorious Seraphs borne,
More bright than Ev'ning Bow, or radiant Morn,
Lo Charity from Heav'n descends,
And Heav'nly Joy her Train attends:
Serenely meek, in Smiles array'd,
Seraphic Ardours on her wait,
Celestial Virtues shine display'd,
Celestial Pomp adorns her State.
Around her Throne obsequious move
Soft Compassion, pious Love,
Melting Pity, Hopes that chear,
And from the Wretched drive Despair.

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Divine Benevolence before her stands,
Grace in her Smiles and Bounty in her Hands.
She comes Religion to restore,
To banish Care from ev'ry Breast,
To raise the Sick, relieve the Poor,
And give the Weak and Weary'd Rest.
All hail, celestial Goddess! hail!
O Charity sublime!
Propitious spread thy sacred Veil,
And cover every Crime.
Thy Sacrifice all Sin attones,
And still accepted mounts on high:
You ease the lab'ring Mother's Groans,
You hush the Orphan's Cry:
You brighten ev'ry Mortal Gloom,
You soften Anguish, banish Strife;
You take the helpless Infant from the Womb,
And hand it smiling into Life.

Devote to thee,
Here, Goddess, see
Thy Vot'ries kneel;
They fervent feel
Thy Soul-exalting Fire:
Rejoic'd they rise
Above the Skies,
Where heav'nly Minds aspire.

Celestial Guest,
Inflame each Breast
With social Ardours, mutual Love;

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Still more refin'd
Make Humankind,
Till each be like the Bless'd above.