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OF THE

BRITISH POETS.

VOL. II. PART I.

CONTAINING

SELECTIONS FROM THE POETS

WHO

FLOURISHED IN THE REIGNS

OF

QUEEN ANN. GEORGE I. and GEORGE II.

LONDON:

Published by W. SUTTABY, CROSBY and Co. and SCATCHERD and LETTERMAN,

Stationers Court.

1809.

Corrall, Printer, Charing Cross.

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HAWKINS BROWNE. 1706-1760.

A Pipe of Tobacco

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ALLAN RAMSAY (1696176342

Sangs.-Peggy and Patie

Hid from himself

Speak on, speak thus

When hope was quite sunk
At setting day and rising morny
The bonny grey-ey'd morning
WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756.

The Passions.-An Ode for Music

Ode to Fear

Ode to Evening

Dirge in Cymbeline

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WILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1714-1763.

The School-Mistress. In Imitation of Spenser 186

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GILBERT COOPER. Died in 1769.

Song.-Away! let nought to love

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Elegy. Written in a Country Church-Yard 222 Odes. A distant Prospect of Eton College

To Adversity

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228

The Bard.-Pindaricuake Aeolian) - 229

The Progress of Poesy.-Pindaric

On the Spring

On the Death of a favourite Cat

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SPECIMENS

OF THE

BRITISH

POETS.

ALEXANDER POPE.

THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.

An Heroi-Comical Poem.

Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos;
Sed juvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. Mart.

CANTO I.

WHAT dire offence from amorous causes springs,
What mighty contests rise from trivial things,
Ising-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 to' 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.

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