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VOL. II. PART I.
SELECTIONS FROM THE POETS
FLOURISHED IN THE REIGNS
QUEEN ANN, GEORGE I. and GEORGE II.
Published by W. SUTTABY, CROSBY and Co. and SCATCHERD and LETTERMAN,
Corrall, Printer, Charing Cross.
An Epistle to the Earl of Dorset
iv, ТТЯк 7. CONTENTST TWUT70
Page HAWKINS BROWNE. 1706-1760. A Pipe of Tobacco
168 ALLAN RAMSAY. (1636–1763... Sangs. -Peggy and Patie
174 Hid from bimself '1.
175 Speak on, speak thus
ib. When hope was quite sunk
176 At setting day and rising morny • 177 The bonny grey-ey'd morning
ib. WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756. The Passions.-An Ode for Music
178 Ode to Fear
- 181 Ode to Evening
183 Dirge in Cymbeline
185 WILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1714-1703. The School-Mistress. In Imitation of Spenser 186 Inscription
195 A Pastoral Ballad
196 The Sky-Lark
• 202 Jemmy Dawson.-A Ballad
205 GILBERT COOPER. Died in 1769. Song.-Away! let nought to love
207 LORD LYTTELTON. 1709-1773. Advice to a Lady
208 Monody to the Memory of Lady Lyttelton • 211
TOBIAS SMOLLETT. The Tears of Scotland
.220 THOMAS GRAY. 1716-1771. Elegy. Written in a Country Church-Yard
092 Odes.-A distant Prospect of Eton College 225 To Adversity
228 The Bard.–Piudarick
awake dolin) mg The Progress of Poesy. Pindaric 234 On the Spring
237 On the Death of a favourite Cat • 239
THE RAPE OF THE LOCK,
An Heroi-Comical Poem.
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos;
CANTO I. WHAT dire offence from amorous causes springs,
What mighty contests rise from trivial things, I sing—This verse to Caryl, muse! is due: This, ev'n Belinda may vouchsafe to view: Slight is the subject, but not so the praise, If she inspire, and he approve my lays.
Say what strange motive, goddess! could compel A well-bred lord ta' assault a gentle belle ? O say what stranger cause, yet unexplor'd, Could make a gentle belle reject a lord ? In tasks so bold can little men engage, And in soft bosoms dwells such mighty rage?
Sol through white curtains shot a timorous ray, And op'd those eyes that must eclipse the day. Now lap-dogs give themselves the rouzing shake, And sleepless lovers, just at twelve, awake : Thrice rung the bell, the slipper knock'd the ground, And the press'd watch return'd a silver sound. Vol. II.