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. ALEXANDER POPE. 1688–1744. Page Elegy to the Memory of an unfortunate Lady 67 An Epistle to the Earl of Dorset 87 . . 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 203 Song.-Flavia 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 . . SPECIMENS OF THE BRITISH POETS, ALEXANDER POPE. 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. B |
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