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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 BOLDNESS.

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.

Translated from the Italian Poets.

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The BOLDNESS.

I

Its not the mighty Alps, tho' cloath'd with Snow
Shall stop or hinder me from loving now:
Resolv'd I am, I'll cut through all,
I'll love as deep as Hannibal:
Tho' this at last should prove my Doom,
Yet I the more will venture on.
He is an Ass who dares not fight
For amorous Love, a Spark so bright:
I'll stand my Ground, here shall my Colours be,
I durst engage the stoutest Enemy.

II

I'll sound a Charge, among the Stars I see
Castor and Pollux, Signs of Victory.
Why do I stay? I must be gone,
Cupid's Breast-plate I'll put on,
His poyson'd Arrows I will bear,
Stuck in the Bow he's us'd to wear;

106

Clad with the Down of Cupid's Wings,
The World shall hear of mighty things;
For in my Hand as sure and fatal proves
The Dart of Love, as Thunder shall in Jove's.

III

The boisterous Billows of the raging Sea
Roar as they will, their Voice I'll nere obey;
Altho' Leander's Corps I view,
Gushing out Blood anew;
Altho' the dismal Voice I hear,
Repeating still, forbear, forbear:
The weeping Seas should not prevent
My travelling in that Element;
For the great Pow'r of Love's Almighty Wand
Divides the Waves as well as that in Neptune's hand.

IV

Should my wing'd Love fly to the Stygian Lake,
The moving Harp of Orpheus I would take;
The Harp I mean, whose mighty Strings
Can at a Touch work mighty Things;

107

When e're this Sound should strike her Ear,
In spite of all the Devils there,
I'd force her to this World again,
Reverse the Sentence of her pain;
And if these Charms by mortal Art could move
The Woods, the Stones, what can't the Force of Love?

V

Or if Astræa, like my Darling Love
Should fly unto the utmost Worlds above,
I'd build a Monument so high,
The Clouds beneath me as I fly;
Or else I would like th'Earth's bold Son
Have Mountains heap'd, and built upon,
And if the angry Gods with Fire
Should quash the Motions of my vain Desire,
In the same Flames I'd to my Love ascend,
To thee, as Load-stones to the North, I'd bend.

VI

But some poor Fools, in whose dull lump of Clay
A spark of Love divine yet never lay.

108

To tread the Depths, they think's too bold,
For fear their puny Love take cold:
I'm sure they're out, for beauty's Ray
Can soon dissolve this Ice away;
I'll never so false-hearted prove,
There is no Medium between me and Love,
Chill Neptune's Realms shall nere my Courage tame,
For th' Hellespont did once create a Flame.