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Poems Upon Several Occasions

By Benj. Hawkshaw

Hawkshaw, Benjamin

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On the hopefull Author of these Ingenious Poems.

To the Ingenious Mr. Hawkshaw on the Publication of his Poems.

To my Ingenious Friend Mr. Hawkshaw, on the Advance of the Poetry.

To the Ingenious Author, now of the Colledge in Dublin.

ON K. CHARLES IId's; Restoration.

The Dream that Night Limerick was surrendred.

On the Death of the Young Lady I. S.

On Dr. G. refreshing himself each Morning in St. John's Walks.

The good-Fellow.

On a Friend who desir'd me to make a Copy of Verses on his Name.

An Allusion to Claudian's Epigram on Archimedes's Sphere.

Against Knowledge.

Translated from the Italian Poet Sannazarius.

An Apology for Rome in Answer to that from Venice, translated from a Latin Copy.

A Morning's Thought.

To Mr. J. C. Sometime School-Master in Dublin.

On a Fly that was drown'd in a Ladies Mouth.

On the River Cam.

The Retirement.

On the Preservation of the Library in Dublin-College.

Tu ne quæfieris, out of Hor. Paraphras'd.

The Meditation.

On the Popish Conspiracy.

On the Shortness of Man's Life.

A Dialogue between Reason and the Inferior Powers.

From the Italian Poets.

The Indifferency.

On the King's landing at Harwich, after he had been expos'd to many Dangers in his Voyage to Holland.

On Dr. G. Reducing the Years to Terms, which were requisite for them who took their Bachelours Degree.

The Golden-Age.

The Recantation.

From Sannarius.

On the unhappy State of Ireland, by reason of the Civil War.

The Consolation.

On the Death of the most Renown'd Pierce Brackenbury Doctour of Physick, and Senior Fellow of St. John's.

On the Earl of Danby's couragious Enterprise at La-Hogue, who set the French Ships on fire.

The Consummation.

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Love-Verses, SONGS AND TRANSLATIONS, By the same Hand.

Destin'd to Love.

The Management.

Translated from the Italian Poets.

The Disappointment.

Translated from the Italian Poets.

My DREAM, sent in a Letter to a Friend.

On a Lady who always carried a Looking-Glass with her.

On a Lady who slighted my Love.

Translated from the Italian Poets. ODE XXIV.

The second Elegy of the Fourth Book of Tibullus, translated: Sulpitia's praise.

A Description of Mrs. E. T. as I saw her in the Exchange.

The Fourth Elegy of the Fourth Book of Tibullas, translated.

Translated from the Italian Poets.

The Third Elegy of the Fourth Book of Tibullas, translated.

Platonick Love.

The Fourteenth Elegy of the Second Book of Propertius, translated.

Translated from the Italian Poets. ODE XXXII.

Her Government.

The Looking-Glass.

A Letter to a young Lady, who sent me a Box of Pills, when she heard I was ill.

On a beautiful Lady who was going to kill herself, when she was at Supper, had she not been accidentally prevented by one of the Company.

A SONG.

Translated from the Italian Poets.

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A SONG.

[It grieves me, Celia, when I think]

I

It grieves me, Celia, when I think,
That all those Glories of thy Face
Must into Ruins sink,
And ne're Return into their ancient Place.

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II

The Lilies have more Springs than one,
They rise and perish every Year,
But when thy Beauty's gone,
Alas it never will again appear.

III

All pluck the Roses whilst they may,
For if some ruder Breath of Wind,
Should kiss their Life away,
They leave no Tokens of their Place behind.

IV

'Tis Time then, Celia, to improve,
Because your Life's more short than theirs
To taste the Joys of Love,
And with an Hour's Bliss to poize an Ages Cares.