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Poems on several occasions

Wesley, Samuel (1662-1735)

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VERSES UPON MY FATHER,

A POETICAL EPISTLE TO MY BROTHER CHARLES.

AN ELEGY ON DR. FRANCIS ATTERBURY,

THE SONG OF THE THREE CHILDREN.

TO MY SISTER LAMBERT, ON HER MARRIAGE.

TO MR. JUSON, ON HIS MARRIAGE.

TO MR. BOURNE, ON HIS MARRIAGE.

TO MR. PEARCE, ON HIS MARRIAGE.

LINES ON ROBERT NELSON, ESQ.,

ON DR. MIDDLETON.

WROOTE: A HEROIC POEM.

TO JAMES OGLETHORPE, ESQ.

UPON BISHOP ATTERBURY'S BIRTH-DAY.

ON BISHOP ATTERBURY'S ROASTING LORD CONINGSBY

ELEGIAC VERSES.

VERSES UPON MR. BEAR'S CAT,

A LETTER TO A FRIEND

TO MR. FITZGERALD, UPON HIS MARRIAGE.

A LETTER TO MR. KILNER ON HIS MARRIAGE.

ADDISON'S VERSES TO THE PRINCESS,

UPON THE PICTURES OF ONE MARRIED AND TWO MAIDEN SISTERS,

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE EARL OF OXFORD.

AN EPISTLE TO MY LORD OXFORD, 1732.

AN EPISTLE TO MY LORD OXFORD.

AN EPISTLE TO MY LORD OXFORD.

TO MR. FORESTER, ON HIS MARRIAGE.

TO MR. LLOYD, ON HIS MARRIAGE, 1732.

TO MR. JEWEL, ON HIS MARRIAGE.

AN ODE TO THE REV. DANIEL PRAT, M.A.

TO MISS B., ON HER GOING AWAY FROM THE WELLS AT NORTHAW, 1718.

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WHIGS AND TORIES:

I.

I.—WHIGGORUM PIETAS ET CONGRATULATIO.

II.

II.—PIIS ET GRATULANTIBUS WHIGGIS RESPONSIO.

III.

III.—ANSWER TO A COPY OF VERSES,

IV.

IV.—AN ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING VERSES.

TO THE HONOURABLE THE LADY MARY HAY. 1731.

A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THOMAS AND HIS CASSOCK.

A SATIRE AGAINST SNUFF.

WEDLOCK: A SATIRE.

TO MISS MARTHA WESLEY.

AN ELEGY ON MR. CHARLES WESLEY,

TO MY WIFE, ON HER BIRTH-DAY.

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ANACREONTICS TO MY WIFE.

I.

II.

II.

III.

IV.

V.

FOR A SICK CHILD.

ON THE DEATH OF A DAUGHTER.

“A WOUNDED SPIRIT WHO CAN BEAR?”

EPITAPHIUM VIVI.

AN EPISTLE TO ME.

EPILOGUE TO ADELPHI.

EPILOGUE TO THE SAME.

EPILOGUE TO THE SAME.

PROLOGUE TO “THE EUNUCH.”

PROLOGUE, 1716.

HENLEY'S SHIELD.

TO CHRISTOPHER RHODES, ESQ.,

SPANISH INSULTS, 1729.

A LETTER FROM A GENTLEMAN AT AVIGNON TO HIS MISTRESS HERE:

AN EPISTLE TO MY LORD ORRERY, 1738.

PROLOGUE TO MR. BRADY'S COMEDY, CALLED, “HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY; OR, THE RAKE DISAPPOINTED:”

LINES ON A REPORT THAT DUKE WHARTON WAS EXPELLED A LODGE OF FREE-MASONS.

ON A LINE IN “THE CHARACTER OF A COUNTRY PARSON:”

TO CAPTAIN EARLE.

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SATIRICAL POETRY

I.

I.—AN ODE TO MR. WALPOLE.

II.

II.—UPON THE JEWEL OF THE TOWER. 1716.

III.

III.—MERCY: AN ODE.

IV.

IV.—THE HUMBLE ADDRESS OF THE KNIGHT TO THE KING.

V.

V.—NOSCE TEIPSUM: TO THE KNIGHT.

VI.

VI.—TO MR. LISTER,

VII.

VII.—ON SIR ROBERT WALPOLE'S SAYING HE WOULD NEVER EMPLOY BOLINGBROKE TO WRITE FOR HIM.

VIII.

VIII.—ON A CONFERENCE IN FRANCE.

IX.

IX.—TO HER GRACE THE DUCHESS OF QUEENSBOROUGH.

X.

X.—ON THE STREET-ROBBERIES.

XI.

XII.

XII.—ANACREONTIC.

XIII.

XIII.—ANOTHER.

XIV.

XIV.—AN EPIGRAM.

XV.

XVI.

XVI.—ANOTHER.

XVII.

XVII.—ANOTHER.

XVIII.

XVIII.—ANOTHER.

XIX.

XIX.—ANOTHER.

XX.

XXI.

XXI.—ANOTHER.

XXII.

XXII.—A PANEGYRIC, 1731.

XXIII.

XXIII.—EPIGRAM.

XXIV.

XXIV.—A LITANY.

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TO THE HON. BRIGADIER-GENERAL JONES, AT BLETCHINGTON.

TO THE CONCEALED AUTHOR OF ------, 1708–9.

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II.

II.—A CONTRAST.

III.

III.—ON THE QUEEN'S HERMITAGE.

V.

VI.

VII.

VII.—ANOTHER.

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EPIGRAMS: FROM THE GREEK.

X.

XI.

XV.

XVI.

XVI.—ANOTHER.

TO W. COLMAN, ESQ., 1737.

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II.

[Ere I found you fair and good]

—1715.

Ere I found you fair and good;
Ere the nut-brown maid I view'd;
Sunny walks and spreading trees,
Sports and theatres, could please.
Soon as e'er my Love was known,
All I left for her alone.

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Golden hours glide smiling on,
Golden all without the sun;
Since I, happy all the while,
Hear you talk, and see you smile.
Sunny meads and living trees,
Sports and theatres, displease;
Learning's self and friends, adieu!
Joys are centred now in you.
Yet by learning shall I prove
Partly worthy of your love.
Hope so glorious will despise
Aching head and watering eyes:
Hope so glorious will allay
Midnight watch and toil of day.
Books for you aside were thrown,
Now resumed for you alone.