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16 O, turn to me thy face at length,

And me have mercy on;
Unto thy servant give thy strength,

And save thy handmaid's son. 17 Some sign of good to me afford,

And let my foes then see,
And be asham'd: because thou, Lord,

Dost help and comfort me.

4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass

Down to the dismal pit;
I am a man, but weak, alas!

And for that name unfit. 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite

Among the dead to sleep;
And like the slain in bloody fight,

That in the grave lie deep.
Whom thou rememberest no more,

Dost never more regard,
Them, from thy hand deliver'd o'er,

Death's hideous house hath barr'd.

PSALM LXXXVII. 1 Among the holy mountains high

Is his foundation fast;
There seated in his sanctuary,

His temple there is plac'd. 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more

Than all the dwellings fair Of Jacob's land, though there be store,

And all within his care.

3 City of God, most glorious things

Of thee abroad are spoke; 4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings

Did our forefathers yoke:
I mention Babel to my friends

Philistia full of scorn;
And Tyre with Ethiops' utmost ends,

Lo this man there was born:

6 Thou in the lowest pit profound

Hast set me all forlorn,
Where thickest darkness hovers round,

In horrid deeps to mourn. 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves,

Full sore doth press on me;
Thou break’st upon me all thy waves,

And all thy waves break me. 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange,

And mak'st me odious,
Me to them odious, for they change,

And I here pent up thus.
9 Through sorrow and affliction great,

Mine eye grows dim and dead;
Lord! all the day I thee entreat,

My hands to thee I spread.
10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead?

Shall the deceas'd arise,
And praise thee from their loathsome bed,

With pale and hollow eyes?
11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell,

On whom the grave hath hold?
Or they, who in perdition dwell,

Thy faithfulness unfold?
12 In darkness can thy mighty hand

Or wondrous acts be known?
Thy justice in the gloomy land

Of dark oblivion?
13 But I to thee, O Lord! do cry,

Ere yet my life be spent ;
And up to thee my prayer doth hie

Each morn, and thee prevent.
14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake,

And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruis’d, and shake

With terror sent from thee?

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Bruis'd and afflicted, and so love

As ready to expire;
While I thy terrors undergo,

Astonish'd with thine ire.

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow;

Thy threatenings cut me through: 17 All day they round about me go,

Like waves they me pursue. 18 Lover and friend thou hast remov'd,

And sever'd from me far:
They fly me now whom I have lov'd,

And as in darkness are.


This and the following Psalm were done by the

Author at fifteen years old. When the bless'd seed of Terah's faithful son, After long toil, their liberty had won; And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land, Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand; Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shown, His praise and glory was in Israel known: That saw the troubled Sea, and shivering fled, And sought to hide his froth-becurled head Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil, As a faint host that hath receiv'd the foil. The high huge-bellied mountains skip, like rams Amongst their ewes; the little hills, like lambs. Why fled the ocean? and why skipt the mountains? Why turned Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains ? Shake, Earth; and at the presence be aghast Of him that ever was, and aye shall last; That glassy floods from rugged rocks can crush, And make soft rills from fiery flint-stones gush.

Who, by his all-commanding might,
Did fill the new-made world with light.

For his, &c.
And caus'd the golden-tressed sun
All the day long his course to run.

For his, &c.
The horned moon to shine by night,
Amongst her spangled sisters bright.

For his, &c.
He, with his thunder-clasping hand,
Smote the first-born of Egypt land.

For his, &c.
And, in despite of Pharaoh fell,
He brought from thence his Israël,

For his, &c.
The ruddy waves he cleft in twain
Of the Erythræan main.

For his, &c.
The floods stood still, like walls of glass,
While the Hebrew bands did pass.

For his, &c.
But full soon they did devour
The tawny king with all his power.

For his, &c.
His chosen people he did bless
In the wasteful wilderness.

For his, &c.
In bloody battle he brought down
Kings of prowess and renown.

For his, &c.
He foil'd bold Seon and his host,
That rul'd the Amorrëan coast.

For his, &c.
And large-limb'd Og he did subdue,
With all his over-hardy crew.

For his, &c.
And, to his servant Israël,
He gave their land therein to dwell.

For his, &c.
He hath, with a piteous eye,
Beheld us in our misery.

For his, &c.
And freed us from the slavery
Of the invading enemy.

For his, &c.
All living creatures he doth feed,
And with full hand supplies their need.

For his, &c.
Let us therefore warble forth
His mighty majesty and worth.

For his, &c.
That his mansion hath on high
Above the reach of mortal eye.

For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.


Let us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;

For his mercies aye endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.
Let us blaze his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God.

For his, &c.
O, let us his praises tell,
Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell,

For his, &c. Who with his miracles, doth make Amazed Heaven and Earth to shake.

For his, &c.
Who, by his wisdom, did create
The painted heavens so full of state.

For his, &c.
Who did the solid earth ordain
To rise above the watery plain.

For his, &c.







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Strain IV,

Page. Life of the Author,


Epistles to Mr. Pope, concerning the Authors of THE COMPLAINT; or, NIGHT-THOUGHTS.

the Age, Epistle 1,

1 Night I. On Life, Death, and Immortality,


Epistle II, from Oxford, Night II. On Time, Death, and Friendship,

5 An Epistle to the Right Hon. George Lord Lans.

11 Night III. Narcissa,

135 downe,

16 Night IV. The Christian Triumph,


Letter to Mr. Tickell, Night V. The Relapse,


ODES. Night VI. The Infidel Reclaimed. Part I,


To the King, Night VIL. The Infidel Reclaimed. Part II, 41


144 Night VIII. Virtue's Apology; or, The Man of the

Sea-Piece. Dedication to Mr. Voltaire,

• 145 World answered, •

Ode the first, .

ib. Ode the second,


Imperium Pelagi, a Naval Lyric,

150 Night IX, and Last, containing, among other

The Merchant. Prelude, things,-1. A Moral Survey of the Nocturnal

Strain I

ib. Heavens.-2. A Night-address to the Deity, 68

Strain II,

• 153 Strain III,

155 THE LAST DAY, A POEM: in three Books.

157 Dedication to the Queen,

Strain V,

Book L

The Moral,

. 160 Book II,

The Close,

161 Book III,

A Paraphrase on part of the Book of Job,

. 162
Part I, •

167 THE FORCE OF RELIGION: in two Books.

Part II,
Book I,


Book II,


MISCELLANEOUS PIECES. LOVE OF FAME: in seven characteristical Satires.

On the Death of Queen Anne, and the Accession Preface,


of King George, Satire 1.-To his grace the Duke of Dorset, . 107

Verses occasioned by that famous piece of the
Satire II,

Crucifixion, done by Michael Angelo,

185 Satire III.- To the Right Hon. Mr. Dodington, 112

An historical Epilogue to the Brothers,

. ih Satire IV.-To the Rt. Hon. Sir Spencer Compton, 115 Epitaph on Lord Aubrey Beauclerk, Satire V.-On Women,

117 To Mr. Addison, on the Tragedy of Cato, Satire V1--On Women. Inscribed to the Right

Epitaph, at Welwyn, Hertfordshire,

ih Hon. Lady Elizabeth Germain,

123 Satire VII.-To the Right Hon. Sir Robert Wal.


128 pole,

156 The Revenge, a Tragedy,

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