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Poems on Several Occasions

By Edward, Lord Thurlow. The Second Edition, considerably enlarged
Thurlow, Edward Hovell-Thurlow (1781-1829)

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VERSES PREFIXED TO THE DEFENCE OF POËSY.
  
TO THE MOST NOBLE PRINCE THE DUKE OF DORSET.
  
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD HOLLAND.
  
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE EARL OF GRANARD.
  
A SONG TO SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
  
HERMILDA.
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SYLVA:
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3. ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE EARL OF MOIRA, TO THE GOVERNMENT OF INDIA.
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4. A SONG, TO AMORET.
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6. A DIALOGUE OF TWO SHEPHERDS.
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8. A SONG.
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10. A SONG.
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17. TO THE VERY NOBLE, AND ACCOMPLISHED, THE LORD HOLLAND:
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22. TO A LADY:
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30. ON THE MANY ATTACKS MADE BY LATE WRITERS ON THE MEMORY OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
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31. FROM ANACREON.
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33. FROM THE ITALIAN OF DIANA SAMPIERI, OF OTRICOLI. ON A LADY BATHING.
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35. A SONG.
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36. THE FIRST PSALM.
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37. THE INDUCTION TO MY POEM, WHICH I DESIGNED TO WRITE; ENTITLED, “ENGLAND TRIUMPHANT.”
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38. THE PRAISE OF PINDAR, AND THEN OF AUGUSTUS:
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40. ON THE QUEEN'S PASSING THROUGH OTRICOLI, ON HER WAY TO ROME.
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41. ON THE QUEEN CHRISTINA'S ENTRANCE INTO OTRICOLI; DECEMBER 18, 1654.
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42. ON BEHOLDING MR. DENT'S LIBRARY, IN HERTFORD-STREET.
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45. FROM THE LATIN OF HORACE.
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47. ON MR. TODD'S EDITION OF SPENSER.
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58. THE LEGEND OF THE KNIGHT OF ILLYRIA.
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59. THE THIRD ELEGY OF THE THIRD BOOK OF TIBULLUS.
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61. FROM HORACE.
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62. FROM HORACE. THE THIRTEENTH ODE OF THE BOOK OF EPODES.

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[Since all I see, (and all I see is fair,)]

Since all I see, (and all I see is fair,)
But springs from Jove, who is the source of all,
And so of kindred with Olympus' air,
But images what thence divine we call;
No fear there is, that, when my thread is spun,
My golden thread, for love appoints it so,
My heart with this soft passion should have done,
Which ending, in Olympus would be woe:
For since this beauty is but type of thee,
And Nature but the mirror of thy love,
Which oft the Angels may descend to see,
And find well pictur'd from their bliss above,
Thy memory in that immortal air,
All sights will keep, as in it's budding, fair.
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