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Poems (1791)

Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)

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VOL I.
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[A Trip to Cambridge, or the Grateful Fair.]
  
The Princess Perriwinkle sola, attended by fourteen Maids of great honour.
  
[In ancient days, as jovial Horace sings]
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ODES.
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IDLENESS.
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To ETHELINDA,
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On an EAGLE confined in a College Court.
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On the sudden Death of a CLERGYMAN.
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On GOOD-NATURE.
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On ILL-NATURE.
 VII. 
To the reverend and learned Dr. WEBSTER,
 VIII. 
EPITHALAMIUM.
 IX. 
ODE IX. The Author apologizes to a Lady, for his being a little Man.
 X. 
ODE X. An Ode on the 26th of January, being the Birth-Day of a Young Lady.
 XI. 
ODE XI. On taking a Bachelor's Degree.
 XII. 
A MORNING PIECE,
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A NOON-PIECE;
 XIV. 
A NIGHT-PIECE;
 XV. 
On Miss ---.
 XVI. 
On the Fifth of December, being the Birth-Day of a beautiful young Lady.
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ODE FOR MUSICK ON Saint CECILIA's DAY
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VIII.
  
HYMN TO THE SUPREME BEING,
  
ON THE ETERNITY OF THE SUPREME BEING,
  
ON THE IMMENSITY OF THE SUPREME BEING,
  
ON THE OMNISCIENCE OF THE SUPREME BEING,
  
ON THE POWER OF THE SUPREME BEING,
  
ON THE GOODNESS OF THE SUPREME BEING.
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THE HOP-GARDEN.
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BOOK THE FIRST.
 2. 
BOOK THE SECOND.
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THE HILLIAD:
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BOOK THE FIRST.
  
THE JUDGMENT OF MIDAS,
  
REASON AND IMAGINATION.
  
ODE TO LORD BARNARD,
  
ODE TO LADY HARRIOT.
  
Ode to the Earl of Northumberland,
  
THE SWEETS OF EVENING.
  
ODE to a Virginia Nightingale, which was cured of a Fit in the Bosom of a young Lady, who afterwards nursed the Author in a dangerous Illness.
  
Martial. Book 1, Ep. 26.
  
On a Lady throwing Snow-Balls at her Lover.
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VOL. II.
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FABLES.
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The WHOLESALE CRITIC and the HOP-MERCHANT.
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The ENGLISH BULL DOG, DUTCH MASTIFF, and QUAIL.
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FASHION AND NIGHT.
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WHERE'S THE POKER?
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The TEA-POT and SCRUBBING-BRUSH.
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The DUELLIST.
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The COUNTRY SQUIRE and the MANDRAKE.
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The BROCADED GOWN and LINEN RAG.
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MADAM and the MAGPIE.
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The BLOCKHEAD and BEEHIVE.
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The CITIZEN and the RED LION of BRENTFORD.
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The HERALD and HUSBAND-MAN.
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A STORY of a COCK and a BULL.
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The SNAKE, the GOOSE, and NIGHTINGALE.
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Mrs. ABIGAIL and the DUMB WAITER.
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The BAG-WIG and the TOBACCO-PIPE.
 XVII. 
CARE and GENEROSITY.
 XVIII. 
The PIG.
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BALLADS.
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SWEET WILLIAM.
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The LASS with the GOLDEN LOCKS.
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On my WIFE's BIRTH-DAY.
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The DECISION.
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Tho TALKATIVE FAIR.
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The SILENT FAIR.
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The FORCE of INNOCENCE.
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The DISTRESSED DAMSEL.
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The FAIR RECLUSE.
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To Miss --- one of the Chichester Graces.
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LOVELY HARRIOT,
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To JENNY GRAY.
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To Miss KITTY BENNET and her Cat Crop.
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The PRETTY BAR-KEEPER of the MITRE.
 XV. 
The WIDOW's RESOLUTION.
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EPISTLES.
  
EPISTLE to Mrs. TYLER.
  
To the Rev. Mr. Powell, on the Non-performance of a Promise he made the Author of a Hare.
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EPIGRAMS.
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The SICK MONKEY.
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APOLLO and DAPHNE.
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The MISER and the MOUSE.
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Epigram IV. On a Woman who was singing Ballads for Money to bury her Husband.
  
To the Right Hon. Earl of Darlington, on his being appointed Paymaster of his Majesty's Forces.
  
On the Death of Master Newbery, after a lingering Illness.
  
Epitaph on the Rev. Mr. Reynolds, at St. Peter's in the Isle of Thanet.
  
To my worthy Friend Mr. T. B one of the People called Quakers.
  
On seeing the Picture of Miss R--- G---N. Drawn by Mr. Varelst, of Threadneedle-street.
  
An Invitation to Mrs. Tyler, a Clergyman's Lady, to dine upon a Couple of Ducks on the Anniversary of the Authors Wedding-Day.
  
To MISS S--- P---E.
  
After Dining with Mr. MURRAY.
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INSCRIPTIONS ON AN ÆOLIAN HARP.
  
On one End.
  
The Long-Nosed Fair.
  
The PRETTY CHAMBERMAID:
  
The famous general EPITAPH
  
THE HORATIAN CANONS OF FRIENDSHIP.
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An occasional Prologue and Epilogue to Othello, as it was acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane, on Thursday the 7th of March, 1751, by Persons of Distinction for their Diversion.
  
[While mercenary actors tread the stage]
  
EPILOGUE.
  
EPILOGUE TO THE APPRENTICE.
  
EPILOGUE Spoken by Mr. Shuter, at Covent Garden, after the Play of the CONSCIOUS LOVERS, acted for the Benefit of the Middlesex Hospital for Lying-in Women, 1755, in the Character of a Man-Midwife.

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A MORNING PIECE,

OR, An HYMN for the HAY-MAKERS.

ODE XII.

Quinetiam Gallum noctem explaudentibus alis
Auroram clarâ consuctum voce vocare.
Lucret.

Brisk chaunticleer his mattins had begun,
And broke the silence of the night,
And thrice he call'd aloud the tardy sun,
And thrice he hail'd the dawn's ambiguous light;
Back to their graves the fear-begotten phantoms run.
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Strong Labour got up with his pipe in his mouth,
And stoutly strode over the dale,
He lent new perfumes to the breath of the south,
On his back hung his wallet and flail.
Behind him came Health from her cottage of thatch,
Where never physician had lifted the latch.
First of the village Collin was awake,
And thus he sung reclining on his rake.
Now the rural graces three
Dance beneath yon maple tree;
First the vestal Virtue, known
By her adamantine zone;
Next to her in rosy pride,
Sweet Society the bride;
Last Honesty, full seemly drest
In her cleanly home-spun vest.
The abby bells in wak'ning rounds
The warning peal have giv'n;
And pious Gratitude resounds
Her morning hymn to heav'n.
All nature wakes—the birds unlock their throats,
And mock the shepherd's rustic notes.
All alive o'er the lawn,
Full glad of the dawn,
The little lambkins play,
Sylvia and Sol arise,—and all is day—
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Come, my mates, let us work,
And all hands to the fork,
While the sun shines, our hay-cocks to make,
So fine is the day,
And so fragrant the hay,
That the meadow's as blith as the wake.
Our voices let's raise
In Phœbus's praise,
Inspir'd by so glorious a theme,
Our musical words
Shall be join'd by the birds,
And we'll dance to the tune of the stream.
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