The Indian philosopher. By Ifaac Watts, D. D. From his "Horæ Lyricæ," 1758 - 238 The fplendid billing. An imitation of Milton. By John Philips. From the edition of 1719 To a painter. By John Hughes, efq. From his The hermit. By Thomas Parnell, D. D. arch- deacon of Clogher. From his "Poems," 1711 253 A fairy tale. In the ancient English file. By the Ronald and Dorna. By a highlander, to his mis- trefs. From a literal tranflation of the original. By Aaron Hill, efq. From his " Works," 1753 271 The fatal curiofity. By the fame. From Drydens Retirement. An ode. By Thomas Warton the elder. From his "Poems," 1745 An invocation to a water-nymph. By the fame. From the fame authority volume of Montagne's Ejays. By the fame. "Damon. A paftoral. By Alexander Pope, efq. From bis "Works," 1751 (the notes being omitted) 285 To mrs. M. B. on her birth-day. By the fame. Epifle to the fame. On her leaving the town after Elegy. To the memory of an unfortunate young lady. By the fame. From the fame authority 293 The first fatire of the fecond book of Horace imi- tated. By the fame. From the fame authority A prologue to a play for mr. Dennis's benefit, in 1733, when he was old, blind, and in great 283 284 291 297 Epitaphs. By the fame. From the fame authority 304 (vol. 1.) 1733, and (vol. 2.) 1738 Week," 1714 The birth of the fquire. An eclogue. In imitation On the fetting-up mr. Butler's monument in Weft- - - 307 - Briton," 1732 On the death of a young gentleman. By Chriftopher Pitt. From his " Poems," 1779 Sonnet. By Thomas Edwards. From the "Ca- Epigram, from the Greek. By the fame. From · - 336 Upon the bishop of Rochester's banishment, in 1723. 318 33 336 344 345 348 · · 350 THE ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY, PART THE FIRST. THE LOVER COMPLAINETH OF THE UN KINDNESS OF HIS LOVE. BY SIR THOMAS WYATT. My lute, awake; perform the last Y Labour that thou and I fhall waft, And ende that I have now begunne; And when this fong is fong and paft, My lute, be ftyll; for I have done. 5 Born 1503; dyed 1541. To diftinguish him from another of the name, he is usually called Sir Thomas Wyatt the elder. As to be heard where eare is none, My song may pearce her hart as foon; The rocks do not fo cruelly As fhe my fuite and affection; Whereby my lute and I have done. Vengeance shall fall on thy disdaine, Proude of the fpoyle that thou haft gotte By whome, unkind, thou haft them wonne; May 'chance' thee lye withred and old, Playning in vaine unto the moon; 10 V. 26. chanced. 15 20 25 ༣༠ 1 |
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