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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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ALLAN RAMSAY. (1696–176342

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

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Dirge in Cymbeline

WILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1714-1763.

The School-Mistress. In Imitation of Spenser

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GILBERT COOPER. Died in 1769.

Song.-Away! let nought to love

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Monody to the Memory of Lady Lyttelton

TOBIAS SMOLLETT.

The Tears of Scotland

THOMAS GRAY. 1716-1771.

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

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The Bard.-Pindaricuake Aeolian) - 299

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,
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 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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