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CONTENTS TO VOL. I. PART II.
(QUEEN ANN.) THOMAS PARNELL. 1679–1717. Page The Hermit
217 A Night-Piece on Death
224 A Hymn to Contentment
226 A Fairy Tale
• 228 Health ---An Eclogue
234 The Flies---An Eclogue
236 An Allegory on Man
238 JOHN PHILLIPS. 1676-1708. The Splendid Shilling
• 241 JOSEPH ADDISON. 1672–1719. A Letter from Italy
• 245 To Sir Godfrey Kneller
249 A Song for St. Cecilia's Day
252 An Hymn
• 254 NICHOLAS ROWE. 1673-1718. Colin's Complaint.--A Song
- 255 DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM. 1649---1721. An Essay on Poetry
257 MATTHEW PRIOR. 1664..-1721. Alma
266 Henry and Emma
- 309 The Lady's Looking-Glass
329 Chloe Hunting
330 The Garland
ib. The Despairing Shepherd
332 Her right Name Ode to Howard
PO E TS.
ODE. THE soate season, that bud and bloom forth brings,
With green hath clad the hill, and eke the vale; The nightingale, with feathers new, she sings, The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come: for every spray now springs. The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings, The fishes foat, with new repaired scale; The adder all her slough away she flings; The swift swallow pursueth the flies small; The busy bee, her honey now she mings, Winter is gone, that was the flower's bale; And thus I see, among these pleasant things, Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs!
GIVE place, ye lovers, here before
That spent your boasts and brags in vain;
And thereto hath a truth as just,
I could rehearse, if that I would,
I know she swore, with raging mind,
And this was chiefly all her pain,
Sith Nature thus gåve her the praise,
SONNETS. FROM Tuscane came my Lady's worthy race;
Fair Florence was sometime their ancient seat; The Western Isle, whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs, did give her lively heat; Fostered she was, with milk of Irish breast: Her Sire an earl, her Dame of princes' blood; From tender years in Britain she doth rest With King's child, where she tastoth costly food.
Hunsdon did first present her to my eyne; Bright is her hue, and Geraldine she hight: Hampton me taught to wish her first for mine; Windsor, alas! doth chase me from her sight. Her beauty' of kind, her virtue from above; Happy is he that can obtain her love!
Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice ;
Heaven and earth disturbed in nothing;