Samuel Bowden

At early dawn of day arise,
Bless first the Ruler of the skys,
Cleanse, wash, and comb, and every day
Dress, read, or work before you play.
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Possest with such resistless charms,
Why should you covet other arms?
Why any foreign aid explore,
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Ungentle Death with fatal dart,
Has pierc'd young Phillis to the heart.
Tyrannic death that wou'd not spare
The wise, the witty, and the fair.
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Inscrib'd to Mrs. S--K

Fair and unspotted, to the realms of light
Accomplish'd Flavia takes her silent flight:
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Novemrer 1745

Much like the fabrick of my trade,
Death has dissolv'd the human thread.
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Long unresolv'd, my Lord, you knew not how
To save the prospect, and preserve the bough;
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As zealous pilgrims, far and near,
Inspir'd by superstitious fear,
Flock to Loretto's sacred shrine,
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near Wells, In Somersetshire.
Nemorosa juga, et scopulosi vertice colles.
Hinc atque hinc vastæ rupes.
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By a LADY

How shall the Muse, distress'd in numbers, tell
The pain she feels at this sad word-farewel?
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What was chiefly in use before guns were invented,
And the place of retreat for wild beasts under ground,
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Ye Ladys, whose enchanting eyes,
Outshine the beautys of the skys,
Forget awhile your chat and needle,
To find out this mysterious riddle.
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Remarkable for Piety

What once had virtue, grace and wit,
Lies mould'ring now beneath our feet.
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No marble pomp, no monumental praise,
My tomb this dial, epitaph these lays.
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By Mr. R--L.

Daughter sweet of voice and air.
Gentle Echo haste thee here.
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Let others praise in pompous rhime,
Villas, and palaces sublime;
Chatsworth, magnificently great,
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Ut vidi, ut perii

Your lines, my Friend, on Chloe's eyes,
Nor raise my wonder, or surprize,
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Let loftier pens the hero's acts relate,
I sing the Mouse's memorable fate;
Nor let a critic ear the theme refuse,
Immortal made by the Mæonian Muse.
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Happy the Man, old Solon cry'd,
Who with his farm content,
Can smile at Croesus' pomp and pride,
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Mistaken Marskman! I defy
Your impotent artillery;
Your level'd tube I value not,
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Since free from a detracting spirit,
You bear to hear a rival's merit;
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