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- 212 Retirement

- 258 The Doves

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- 302 A Comparison - - -.

304 Verses, supposed to be written by Alexander

Selkirk, during his solitary abode in the

Ipand of Juan Fernandes
On the Promotion of Edward Thurlow, Eją.

to the Lord High Chancellorship of England -
Ode to Peace - - - - -
Human frailty
The Modern Patriot :

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On observing fome Names of little Note recorded

- 314 Report of an adjudged Case, not to be found in any

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On the burning of Lord Mansfield's Library, toge

ther with bis MS8. by the Mob, in June 1780 On the fame - - - - - The Love of the World reproved; or Hypocrify

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The Lily and the Rose -
Idem Latine Redditum
The Nightingale and Glow-worm
Votum - - -
On a Goldfinch starved to Death in a Cage
Horace, Book the 2d, Ode the 10th
A Refle&tion on the foregoing Ode
Translations from Vincent Bourne
The Shrubbery -
The Winter Nosegay
Mutual Forbearance
To the Reverend Mr. Newton
Translation of Prior's Chloe and Euphelia
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The Poet, the Oyster, and the Sensitive Plant -
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Si te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina charta,

Hor. Lib. I. Epist. 13.

4. You told me, I remember, glory, built
On selfish principles, is shame and guilt;
The deeds, that men admire as half divine,
Stark naught, because corrupt in their design.
Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears
The laurel that the very lightning spares;



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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 justice on his side.

Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his mem’ry, dear to ev'ry muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In honour's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. 'Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes His portion in the good that heav'n bestows. And, when recording history displays. Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days; Tells of a few stout hearts that fought and died Where duty plac'd them, at their country's fide; The man that is not mov'd with what he reads, That takes not fire at their heroic deeds,

Unworthy of the blessings of the brave,
Is base in kind, and born to be a Nave.

But let eternal infamy pursue
The wretch to nought but his ambition true,
Who, for the sake of filling with one blast
The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste.
Think yourself ftation'd on a tow'ring rock,
To see a people scatter'd like a Rock,
Some royal mastiff panting at their heels,
With all the savage thirst a tyger feels;
Then view him, self-proclaim'd in a gazette
Chief monster that has plagu'd the nations yet:
The globe and sceptre in such hands misplac’d,
Those ensigns of dominion, how disgrac’d!
The glass that bids man mark the fleeting hour,
And death's own scythe, would better speak his pow'r;
Then grace the bony phantom in their stead
With the king's shoulder-knot and gay cockade;
Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress,
The same their occupation and success.

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