The Temple of Fame; a Poem to the memory of the most illustrious Prince, William Duke of Gloucester, folio 1700. On the late Queen’s Accession to the Throne, a Poem.
AEsop at Court, or State Fables.
An Essay on the Character on Sir Willoughby Ashton, a Poem. Fol. 1704.
On the Mines of Sir Carbery Price, a Poem; occasioned
by the
Mine-adventure Company.
On the Death of Mr. John Partridge, Professor in Leather,
and
Astrologer.
Advice to a Lover.
To Mr. Watson, on his Ephemeris on the Caelestial
Motions, presented to
Queen Anne.
Against Immoderate Grief.
The Force of Jealousy.
An Ode for St. Cecilia’s Day, 1693, set to music by Dr. Purcel.
A Hymn to the Morning in Praise of Light.
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We shall extract the following stanza from this Hymn, as a specimen of his poetry.
Parent of day! whose beauteous beams of
light
Spring from the darksome womb
of night,
And midst their native horrors
mow
Like gems adorning of the negro’s
brow.
Not Heaven’s fair bow
can equal thee,
In all its gawdy drapery:
Thou first essay of light, and pledge
of day!
Rival of shade! eternal spring! still
gay!
From thy bright unexhausted
womb
The beauteous race of days and seasons
come.
Thy beauty ages cannot wrong,
But ’spite of time,
thou’rt ever young.
Thou art alone Heav’n’s modest
virgin light.
Whose face a veil of blushes hide from
human sight.
At thy approach, nature erects her head;
The smiling universe is glad;
The drowsy earth and seas
awake
And from thy beams new life and vigour
take.
When thy more chearful rays appear,
Ev’n guilt and women
cease to fear;
Horror, despair, and all the sons of night
Retire before thy beams, and take their
hasty flight.
Thou risest in the fragrant
east,
Like the fair Phoenix from her balmy nest;
But yet thy fading glories soon decay,
Thine’s but a momentary
stay;
Too soon thou’rt ravish’d
from our fight,
Borne down the stream of day, and overwhelm’d
with night.
Thy beams to thy own ruin
haste,
They’re fram’d
too exquisite to last:
Thine is a glorious, but a short-liv’d
state:
Pity so fair a birth should yield so soon
to fate;
Besides these pieces, this reverend gentleman has translated the second book of Ovid’s Art of Love, with several other occasional poems and translations published in the third and fourth volumes of Tonson’s Miscellanies.
The Medicine, a Tale in the second Volume of the Tatlers, and Mr. Partridge’s Appeal to the Learned World, or a Further Account of the Manner of his Death, in Prose, are likewise written by him.
[Footnote A: Jacob.]
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