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A collection of original poems and translations

By John Whaley
Whaley, John (1710-1745)

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[dedication]
 
CORNARO and the TURK,
 
A JOURNEY TO HOUGHTON,
 
PROTHALAMIUM
 
To C. P. Esq.
 
THE DISSAPPOINTMENT.
 
ODE.
 
VERSES
 
A Thought on Gaming.
 
To I. D. Esq.
 
A SONG
 
ANOTHER.
 
To a Lady
 
ODE
 
To a Friend.
 
In Imitation of Horace,
 
In Imitation of Horace.
 
Translation of Tibullus.
 
Translation of Tibullus.
 
To R. D. Esq.
 
Translation from Tibullus.
 
On reading Lord Bacon's Flattery to King James I.
 
Epitaph on Charles VI. Emperor of Germany.
 
In Praise of Water. A. D. 1736.
 
Imitation of Horace.
 
To C. P. Esq.
 
To Lydia.
 
Translation of Theocritus.
 
Translation from Theocritus,
 
Translation from Theocritus.
 
Vacuna.
 
Rhapsody, to Milton.
 
A Voyage to Tinterne Abbey in Monmouthshire, from Whitminster in Glocestershire.
 
To J. W.
 
On J. W. ranging Pamphlets.
 
To the Hon. and Rev. ------
 
At seeing Archbishop Williams's Monument in Carnarvonshire.
 
A Song of Deborah.
 
The Nativity.
 
To the Spring.
 
To the Queen of Hungary 1741.
 
To C. P. Esq.
 
A Night Thought.
 
EPITHALAMIUM.
 
To a Gentleman,
 
Imitation of Horace.
 
On two Friends born on the same Day.
 
On the Death of Mrs. M. H.
 
To Miss A. W. a very young Lady.
 
To the Sparrows at Menwinyon in Cornwal.
 
An ODE, to the Right Honourable Sir Robert Walpole, Knight of the most noble Order of the Garter, February 6. 1741. On his ceasing to be Minister.
 
On a young Lady of the North.
 
To Alexander Pope, Esq. On his Essay of Man.
 
On a young Lady working green Silk on a white Sattin Ground.
 
To a young Lady, who Paints very well, but always Draws her own Sex to Disadvantage.
 
To the same.
 
To the same.
 
To *****
 
On the Tomb of the Virgin Laura.
 
Epitaph on Albina.
 
On Charinus the Husband of an ugly Wife.
 
On the Statue of a Heifer.
 
ABELARD to HELOISA.
 
ON THE Death of a Young Bride.
 
THESEUS and ARIADNE.
 
Looking on a Tomb Stone,
 
On a Wasp's settling on Delia's Arm.
 
To the Rev. T. T. D. D.

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A Thought on Gaming.

To gild o'er Av'rice with a specious Name,
To suffer Torment while for Sport you Game,
Time to reverse, and Order to defie,
To make your Temper subject to a Die,
To curse your Fate for each unlucky Throw,
Your Reason, Sense, and Prudence to forego;
To call each Pow'r infernal to your Part,
To sit with anxious Eyes, and aching Heart,
Your Fortune, Time, and Health to throw away,
Is what our modern Men of Taste call Play.
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