Sicut aquæ tremulum labris ubi lumen ahenis
Sole reperceffum, aut radiantis imagine lunæ,
Omnia pervolitat latè loca, jamque fub auras
Erigitur, fummique ferit laquearia tecti.

VIRG. En. Vi

So water trembling in a polish'd vase,
Reflects the beam that plays upon its face,
The sportive light, uncertain where it falls,
Now strikes the roof, now flashes on the walls.

THE FIFTH EDITION.

DUBLIN:

PRINTED BY JOHN JONES, No. III, GRAFTON-STREET,
OPPOSITE THE COLLEGE,

1790.

COBLEMAN

22 JUN 1931

BRARY

Another

Verfes fuppofed to be written by Alexander Selkirk,

during his folitary Abode in the Island of Juan

Fernandes

On the Promotion of EDWARD THURLOW,

Efq. to the Lord High Chancellorship of

England

Ode to Peace

Human Frailty

The Modern Patriot

On obferving fome Names of little Note recorded

in the BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA

Page

33

59

83

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ibid.

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Report

Report of an adjudged Cafe not to be found in

any of the Books

On the Burning of LORD MANSFIELD's Library

together with his MSS. by the Mob, in the

Month of June 1780

On the fame

The Love of the World reproved; or Hypocrify

Detected

The Lily and the Rofe

Idem Latine Redditum

The Nightingale and Glow-worm

Votum

On a Goldfinch ftarved to Death in a Cage'

The Pine Apple and the Bee

Horace. Book the 2d, Ode the 10th

A Reflection on the foregoing Ode

Tranflations from Vincent Bourne

The Shrubbery

The Winter Nosegay

Mutual Forbearance

To the Rev. Mr. Newton

Tranflation of Prior's Chloe and Euphelia.

Boadicea

Heroifm.

The Poet, the Oyfter, and the Senfitive Plant

To the Rev. Mr. William Cawthorne Unwin

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TABLE

POEM S, &c.

TABLE TALK.

Si te forte mea gravis uret farcina charta,
Abjicito.
-HOR. LIB. I. EPIS. 13.

A. YOU told me, I remember, glory built

On felfish principles, is fhame and guilt;
'The deeds that men admiré as half divine,

Stark naught; because corrupt in their design.
Strange doctrine this! that without fcruple tears
The laurel that the very lightning spares,
Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust,
And eats into his bloody sword like rust.

B. I grant, that men continuing what they are,
Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war.
And never meant the rule should be applied
To him that fights with juftice on his fide.
VOL. I.

B

Let