Poems on Several Occasions :: :: University of Virginia Library

Poems on Several Occasions

By Samuel Boyce

Boyce, Samuel

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II.

AN Occasional PROLOGUE SPOKEN By Mrs. WOFFINGTON,

Written in VAUX-HALL GARDENS.

FORTUNE and the LOVER.

On attending the Lectures of Mr. HENRY WATSON, Surgeon.

SONG.

Address'd to the laudable Association of ANTI-GALLICANS,

On viewing the Curiosities, in the Repository of the late Dr. MEAD.

The PHYSICIANS,

SONG.

On the intended Academy for the Encouragement of GENIUS,

To the Memory of Mr. WILLIAM BAKER.

The SHEPHERD's Evening.

To Mr. LAMBERT

EPIGRAM.

Written Extempore On a young Lady in Mourning.

AN EPILOGUE,

A CANTATA.

On Sight of a young Lady's Picture, executed by a female Artist, from Abroad.

On Sight of the Boat, built by John Rich, Esq;

The 148th PSALM Paraphras'd.

On reading Dr. Hill's Thoughts concerning God and Nature,

The Animal COMEDIANS, A FABLE.

SONG.

To CONTENTMENT.

For OUR COUNTRY. An ODE,

SONG.

EPIGRAM.

TO THE Author of the Earl of Essex.

Consolatory Verses to James Steere, Esq; Architect, on the death of his Lady.

To LOVE.

Invitation to the CHACE.

The STATUES, A FABLE.

A Parting Dialogue between a Sea Officer and his Lady.

To CELIA in the Country.

EPIGRAM.

To Mrs. Margaret Woffington.

SONG.

On receiving a Print of the Section of St. PAUL's Cathedral.

To the MUSE.

The TROUT, A FABLE.

Written extempore, on seeing Mr. GARRICK,

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To Mr. LAMBERT

I

Lambert! to thee my muse shall sing;
The verse demands thy Ear,
That ready starts from nature's spring,
Unvenal, and sincere.

II

Tho' faint the glow that prompts my thought,
It brightens at thy fire;
And while thy works mine eyes have caught,
I warm as I admire.

III

What wond'rous pow'r, what magic skill,
Compleats thy fancy's birth!
How just thy pencil calls, at will,
The face of nature forth!

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IV

Yon hills in sweet assemblage rise;
These flow'ry vales descend;
Far, farther still, the circling skies,
And varied lawns extend!

V

Behold the nymph, at early day,
Attend th'expecting cow!
Those lambkins more than seem to play;
I hear that heifer low!

VI

Raptur'd my eyes the cott command,
O'er yon enamel'd ground;
There health soft presses beauty's hand,
And plenty smiles around.

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VII

Beside yon wood, where sculk the deer,
Rocks seem o'er rocks to grow;
The rills, in fancy, charm mine ear;
The riv'lets dimpling flow:

VIII

And there the groves their shades unite,
The panting flocks to screen;
And here the full meridian light
Diversifies the scene.

IX

Each landskip softens envy's frown,
And gives to time thy fame;
While public praise shall merit crown,
Will live thy honour'd name.

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X

Ye artists, hail! rever'd of old!
Hail to the palms ye've won!
Britain, with conscious pride, shall hold
Her Lambert to the sun.