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• A Letter

  My noble, lovely, little Peggy,
  Let this my First Epistle beg ye,
  At dawn of morn, and close of even, …

  Matthew Prior

• For my own Monument

  As doctors give physic by way of prevention,
  Mat, alive and in health, of his tombstone took care;
  For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention …

  Matthew Prior

• Rivals

  Of all the torments, all the cares,
  With which our lives are curst;
  Of all the plagues a lover bears, …

  William Walsh

• Werena my Heart's licht I wad dee

  There ance was a may, and she lo'ed na men;
  She biggit her bonnie bow'r doun in yon glen;
  But now she cries, Dool and a well-a-day! …

  Lady Grisel Baillie

• False though She be

  False though she be to me and love,
  I'll ne'er pursue revenge;
  For still the charmer I approve, …

  William Congreve

• A Hue and Cry after Fair Amoret

  Fair Amoret is gone astray—
  Pursue and seek her, ev'ry lover;
  I'll tell the signs by which you may …

  William Congreve

• Hymn

  The spacious firmament on high,
  With all the blue ethereal sky,
  And spangled heavens, a shining frame, …

  Joseph Addison

• The Day of Judgement

  When the fierce North-wind with his airy forces
  Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury;
  And the red lightning with a storm of hail comes …

  Isaac Watts

• A Cradle Hymn

  Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber,
  Holy angels guard thy bed!
  Heavenly blessings without number …

  Isaac Watts

• Peggy

  My Peggy is a young thing,
  Just enter'd in her teens
  Fair as the day, and sweet as May, …

  Allan Ramsay

• On a Fly drinking out of his Cup

  Busy, curious, thirsty fly!
  Drink with me and drink as I:
  Freely welcome to my cup, …

  William Oldys

• On a certain Lady at Court

  I KNOW a thing that 's most uncommon;
  (Envy, be silent and attend!)
  I know a reasonable woman, …

  Alexander Pope

• Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady

  What beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade
  Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
  'Tis she!—but why that bleeding bosom gored, …

  Alexander Pope

• The Dying Christian to his Soul

  Vital spark of heav'nly flame!
  Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
  Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, …

  Alexander Pope

• Shorten Sail

  Love thy country, wish it well,
  Not with too intense a care;
  'Tis enough that, when it fell, …

  George Bubb Dodington, Lord Melcombe

• Sally in our Alley

  Of all the girls that are so smart
  There 's none like pretty Sally;
  She is the darling of my heart, …

  Henry Carey

• A Drinking-Song

  Bacchus must now his power resign—
  I am the only God of Wine!
  It is not fit the wretch should be …

  Henry Carey

• The Rosebud

  Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose,
  The beauties of thy leaves disclose!
  —But thou, fair Nymph, thyself survey …

• Belinda's Recovery from Sickness

  Thus when the silent grave becomes
  Pregnant with life as fruitful wombs;
  When the wide seas and spacious earth …

• On the Death of a particular Friend

  As those we love decay, we die in part,
  String after string is sever'd from the heart;
  Till loosen'd life, at last but breathing clay, …

  James Thomson

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