A Poem, Sacred To The Glorious Memory Of King George
Let gaudy Mirth, to the blithe Carrol-song,
In loose light-measur'd Numbers dance along;
Thou, Muse no flow'ry Fancies here display,... more »
A Poem: To The Memory Of Mrs. Oldfield
Oldfield's no more!-And can the Muse forbear,
O'er Oldfield's Grave to shed a grateful Tear?
Shall she, the Glory of the British Stage,... more »
An Epistle Of The Right Honourable Sir Robert Walpole
Still let low wits, who sense nor honour prize,
Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise;
At living worth, because alive, exclaim,... more »
Nature In Perfection
Let hireling Poets ply their venal Lays,
The Great, the Pow'rful, and the Rich, to praise;... more »
Of Public Spirit In Regard To Public Works: An Epistle, To His Royal Highness Frederick Prince Of Wa
Great Hope of Britain!-Here the Muse essays
A theme, which, to attempt alone, is praise.
Be Her's a zeal of Public Spirit known!... more »
The Authors: A Satire
Bright Arts, abus'd, like Gems, receive their Flaws;
Physick has Quacks, and Quirks obscure the Laws.
Fables to shade Historic Truths combine,... more »
The Convocation: A Poem
When Vertue's Standard Ecclesiasticks bear,
Their sacred Robe the noblest Minds revere.
All to its Guidance do their Thoughts submit,... more »
The Progress Of A Divine: Satire
All priests are not the same, be understood!
Priests are, like other folks, some bad, some good.
What's vice or virtue, sure admits no doubt;... more »
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto I
Fain would my verse, Tyrconnel, boast thy name,
Brownlow, at once my subject and my fame!
Oh! could that spirit, which thy bosom warms,... more »
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto Ii
While thus a mind humane, and wise, he shows,
All-eloquent of truth his language flows.
Youth, tho' depress'd, thro' all his form appears;... more »
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto Iii
Thus free our social time from morning flows,
Till rising shades attempt the day to close.
Thus my new friend: Behold the light's decay:... more »
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto Iv
Still o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her sway,
Still on strange visionary land I stray.
Now scenes crowd thick! now indistinct appear!... more »
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto V
We left the cave. Be Fear (said I) defy'd!
Virtue (for thou art Virtue) is my guide.... more »
Verses Occasioned By The Right Honourable The Lady Viscountess Tyrconnel's Recovery At Bath
Where Thames with pride beholds Augusta's charms,
And either India pours into her arms;
Where Liberty bids honest arts abound,... more »