LONDON:

R. CLAY, SON, AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS,

BREAD STREET HILL.

LETTER, IN PROSE AND VERSE, TO MRS. BUNBURY

AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE

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AN EPILOGUE, INTENDED FOR MRS. BULKLEY

EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF "SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER”

EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF "THE GOOD-NATURED MAN

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Bright as the summer, Italy extends

By sports like these are all their cares beguiled
Some pilgrim thither led.

Thus idly busy rolls their world away

Her patient sons before me stand

The brown Indian marks with murderous aim

The hollow-sounding bittern

Tangling walks and ruin'd grounds

A hare, whom hounds and horns pursue
The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung .
The sober herd that low'd to meet their young
The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool.

BIRKET FOSTER.

JOHN ABSOLON.

HARRISON WEIR.

BIRKET FOSTER.

HARRISON WEIR.

JOHN ABSOLON.

BIRKET FOSTER.

Here, porter, this venison with me to Mile-end.

The Hermit.

The Cell.

Powdered coxcombs

The Mad Dog.

On a young man struck blind.

Epilogue to "She Stoops to Conquer"

Ditto.

JOHN ABSOLON.

Ye sons of Judah, why the lute unstrung?

Prophetic rapture fills his form

JAMES GODWIN.