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Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow

Lord Thurlow

Thurlow, Edward Hovell-Thurlow (1781-1829)

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VERSES, IN ALL HUMILITY DEDICATED TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS The Prince Regent.

THE SECOND ELEGY OF The Fourth Book of Tibullus.

SONNET, ON BEHOLDING THE PORTRAITURE OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, IN THE GALLERY AT PENSHURST.

SONNET, ON THE DIVINE AND NEVER ENDING MEMORY OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY .

SONG. To the Rose.

SONNET. To Phœbus.

A SONG, IN APRIL.

A SONG, To the River Avon.

1.

A SONG OF THE SEA-FAIRIES.

2.

A SECOND SONG OF THE SEA-FAIRIES.

TO THE MARQUESS OF HASTINGS:

AN EPIGRAM OF ANTIPATER OF SIDON

FROM THE GREEK OF ANACREON.

SONNET, ON THE EXCELLENT POET, SHAKSPEARE.

SONNET, ON THE SAME.

THE PRAISE OF PINDAR, AND THEN OF AUGUSTUS CÆSAR

THE SUN-FLOWER.

EPIGRAM; FROM THE GREEK: In the Seventh Book of the Anthologia.

TO THE EARL OF ASHBURNHAM .

TO THE EARL SPENCER,

TO THE MARQUESS OF HASTINGS,

TO THE FOUNTAIN BANDUSIA.

TO A BELOVED FRIEND.

ON BEHOLDING BODIAM CASTLE,

TO ROBERT SOUTHEY, ESQ.

SONNET, ON READING THE INDUCTION TO THE MIRROR OF MAGISTRATES, WHEREIN THE POET, LED BY SORROW, DESCENDS TO HELL.

SONNET, WHEN TRAVELLING, IN THE EVENING.

ON THE SAME EVENING, PASSING NEAR HASTINGS.

ON THE SAME EVENING.

THE DIALOGUE OF HORACE AND LYDIA.

SONG, IN ANGELICA.

LINES, COMPOSED, WHEN TRAVELLING FROM THE SEA-SIDE.

TO THE RIVER THAMES.

THE RITES, Had at the Burning of Arcita, of Thebes.

SONNET, WRITTEN ON THE LAST DAY OF SUMMER.

ON THE POEM OF MR. ROGERS, ENTITLED “AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND.”

SONNET, IN SPRING.

SONNET, TO A BIRD, THAT HAUNTED THE WATERS OF LACKEN, IN THE WINTER.

THE ODES OF ANACREON, OF TEOS;

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THE SECOND ELEGY OF The Fourth Book of Tibullus.

Great Mars, Sulpicia's on thy Calends dress'd:
If thou be'st wise, come down from heav'n to see.
Venus shall pardon: be thou heedful, lest
Thy arms in gazing should fall wantonly.
'Tis from her eyes, when he the Gods would burn,
Two lamps of glancing fire are lit by Love.
Whate'er she does, where'er her footsteps turn,
Grace does in ev'ry act attendant move.
Loos'd is her hair? her loosen'd hair becomes;
Or comb'd? th' observant Goddess shines confest:
She burns, when in her Tyrian robe she comes,
She burns, when candid in her snowy vest.
So fair Vertumnus in Olympus dwells,
So him a thousand beauties ornament:
Let Tyre to her, who ev'ry nymph excels,
Soft fleeces, dipp'd in precious juice, present:

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To her, whate'er in fragrant fields he reaps
Of his sweet harvest, let the Arab give,
And the swarth Indian of his pearly heaps,
Who doth the nearest to the Morning live:
Her on the joyous Calends, Muses, sing,
And, matchless Phœbus, with resplendent lyre:
These rites let many years revolving bring:
No nymph is worthier of your sacred quire.