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Namely, The English Orator; An Address to Thomas Pennant Sonnets; An Epistle to a College Friend; and The Lock Transformed. With notes on The English Orator. By Mr. Polwhele
Polwhele, Richard (1760-1838)

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ADDRESS to THOMAS PENNANT, Esq.
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SONNETS.
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SONNET the FIRST. To Laura. Written 1782.
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SONNET the SECOND. On being prevented, by a sudden Shower, from meeting Laura. Written 1782.
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SONNET the THIRD. To his Wife. Written 1784.
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SONNET the FOURTH. To the same. Written 1784.
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SONNET the FIFTH. Written at Mamhead, beneath an Evergreen Oak—May, 1785.
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SONNET the SIXTH. Written at the Belvidere—Powderham, May, 1785.
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SONNET the SEVENTH.
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SONNET the EIGHTH.
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SONNET the NINTH.
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SONNET the TENTH.
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SONNET the ELEVENTH.
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SONNET the TWELFTH.
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SONNET the THIRTEENTH.
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SONNET the FOURTEENTH.
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SONNET the SEVENTEENTH. To Mr. Pratt, on reading his “Landscapes in Verse.” Written September, 1785.
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SONNET the EIGHTEENTH. To the Reverend Mr. Whitaker, Author of the History of Manchester, On his expressing his Approbation of the “Art of Eloquence.” Written November, 1785.
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SONNET the NINETEENTH. Presented to Major Drewe, with a Translation of the Military Poems of Tyrtæus.—January 26, 1786.
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SONNET the TWENTIETH. To the AUTHOR, on seeing his Plan for a History of Devonshire, 1790.
  
EPISTLE TO A COLLEGE-FRIEND,
  
THE LOCK TRANSFORMED.

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SONNET the FOURTEENTH.

[See the light Breeze the quivering Aspin stirs]

See the light Breeze the quivering Aspin stirs,
Whose snowy Bark and yellow Foliage throw
Their mingled Glimmering thro' the russet Row
Of stripling Oaks, and Green-invested Firs!
Yet Fancy, with delighted Voice avers,
That to the Muse's Eye new Beauties flow;
For, as the Charms of melting Color glow,
The sweet Delusion of the Scene is hers!
And see that Cloud empurpled sails away,
And on its soft and fleecy Fragments steal
Faint lilac Tints, while now the westering Day
Scarce flings, amid this variegated Vale,
Thro' yon' cleft Rock, a twilight-tinctur'd Ray
To meet the feebler Glance of Hesper pale!
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