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Poems, chiefly pastoral

By John Cunningham. The second edition. With the Addition of several pastorals and other pieces

Cunningham, John (1729-1773)

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THE CONTEMPLATIST:

THE THRUSH AND PYE:

THE HAWTHORN BOWER.

TheANTandCATERPILLAR:

FANNY OF THE DALE.

STANZAS ON THE FORWARDNESS OF SPRING.

ON THE APPROACH OF MAY.

THE SYCAMORE SHADE:

DAMON AND PHILLIS:

DAMON AND PHOEBE.

A PASTORAL HYMN To JANUS.

The INSCRIPTION Imitated.

CORYDON AND PHILLIS:

AN ELEGY ON A PILE OF RUINS.

SAPHO's HYMN TO VENUS. IMITATED.

ANACREON. ODE LVIII. Imitated.

ANACREON. ODE IX. Imitated.

ANACREON. ODE XIV. Imitated.

IMITATION FROM ANACREON.

ANACREON. ODE XXXIII. Imitated.

THE ROSE AND BUTTERFLY:

THE SHEEP AND THE BRAMBLE-BUSH:

THE FOX AND THE CAT.

A MAN TO MY MIND.

WITH A PRESENT.

LOVE AND CHASTITY:

ANACREON. ODE XIX. Imitated.

NEWCASTLE BEER.

A Three-Part CATCH.

ON Sir W--- B---T's BIRTH-DAY.

AN IRREGULAR ODE ON MUSIC.

FROM A TRUANT TO HIS FRIENDS.

TO THE AUTHOR OF POEMS,

A BIRTH-DAY ODE:

THE BROKEN CHINA.

ON THE LATE ABSENCE OF MAY.

AN EULOGIUM ON MASONRY.

A PROLOGUE, To the MUSE of OSSIAN.

AN EPILOGUE, To the MUSE of OSSIAN.

AN EULOGIUM ON CHARITY.

A PROLOGUE, To LOVE and FAME.

A PROLOGUE, To RULE A WIFE.

AN INTRODUCTION,

STANZAS On the Death of his late Majesty King GEORGE II

HORACE. ODE X. BOOK IV. Imitated.

Sent to Miss BELL H---, with a Pair of Buckles.

To CHLOE, on a Charge of Inconstancy.

FORTUNE TO HARLEQUIN.

On the Death of Mrs SLEIGH, of Stockton.

On the Death of Lord GRANBY.

On the Death of Mr ---, of Sunderland.

AN ODE For the Birth-Day of the KING OF PRUSSIA.

On a very young LADY.

ANACREON. ODE V. Imitated.

To CHLOE, in an ill Humour.

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A Three-Part CATCH.

'Tis in view—(the rich blessing kind nature bestow'd,
To conquer our sorrows, or lighten the load)
A full Flask!—the rich nectar this bottle contains
In a flood of fresh rapture shall roll through our veins.
Let it bleed—and carousing this liquor divine,
Sing an hymn to the God that first cultur'd the vine.