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Smit by her sacred frown,
The fiend, Discretion, like a vapour sinks,
Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks.
Than Lesbos fairer and the Cretan shore!
Shall Britons languish, and be men no more?
Those sweet rewards, which decorate the brave, 'Tis folly to decline,
And steal inglorious to the silent grave.
END OF BOOK V.
Sir W. Jones.
On the Death of Lady Anson, addressed to her Father.
Melancholy, an Ode occasioned by the Death of a
On the Death of a Young Lady
On the Death of his Mother
To the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton
On the Death of his Father
On the Death of Thomas Warton
Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke
Epitaph on the Lady Mary Villiers
J. Warton. 257
J. W. 259
F. Beaumont. 260
Epitaph on that Hopeful Young Gentleman the Lord
Sir Francis Beaumont. 262
Epitaph on Mr.Ashton, a Conformable Citizen Crashaw. 263
Epitaph on Charles Earl of Dorset
Epitaph on Sir William Trumbal
Epitaph on the Honourable Simon Harcourt
Epitaph on James Craggs, Esq.
Epitaph intended for Mr. Rowe
Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet
Epitaph on the Monument of the Right
Digby, and of his Sister Mary
Epitaph on Sir Godfrey Kneller
Epitaph on General Henry Withers
Epitaph on Elijah Fenton
Epitaph on Mr. Gay
Epitaph on Sir Isaac Newton
Epitaph on Dr. Francis Atterbury
Epitaph on Edmund Duke of Buckingham
Epitaph for One who would not be buried in West