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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.

The DISCOVERY.

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 DISCOVERY.

I

Through whatsoever part of Heav'n we pass
We find the Marks of Galilæa's Glass;
Sol's Motions are so clearly known,
As if 'thad been his ancient Home;
He knew where ev'ry Planet lies,
And trac'd them thro' the Chambers of the Skies.

II

I'll then be gone, I dread to stay at home,
With Drake's Ship rigg'd, about the World I'll
I will discover something more roam;
Than what has been known heretofore;
Wings for my Journey I'll prepare,
I'll search the unknown Waves, the Earth, the Air.

III

I'll touch each Pole, I'll cut the burning Line,
I'll search the Limits of the utmost Clime,

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Till Loves great Kingdom I descry,
Which in some hidden World must lye:
Cowley Loves first Columbus was, and he
Who best can trace his Footsteps next shall be.

IV

Thus whilst I sail, my Hopes encrease to see
The presence of some gracious Deity,
Who might his Influence bestow
To steer my Vessel here below;
Through various Seas my Ship must ride,
Propitious Love rule thou the Winds and Tide.

V

But after all my Search, suppose I found
The way that leads me to this happy Ground;
Grant her Metropolis I see
Swimming in Pride and gayety;
Yet after all, what are my Gains,
Should I like prying Spies be bound in Chains?

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VI

There Beauty's always fresh and can't decline,
Her Form defies the eating Moths of Time;
No Tyrant in their Kingdom reigns,
None there of Falshood e're complains,
All Lovers are united there,
And dance and revel in that blessed Sphere.

VII

What Bliss is this? what would I give to be
A priviledg'd Member of this Society?
This consummates a Lover's Bliss,
If there be Elyzium, sure its this:
But yet I fear my Fate will be,
Ive searcht this Place for others, not for me.