CHLORIS APPEARING IN A LOOKING

GLASS.

OFT have I seen a piece of art,
Of light and shade the mixture fine,
Speak all the passions of the heart,
And show true life in every line.

But what is this before my eyes,
With every feature, every grace,
That strikes with love, and with surprise,
And gives me all the vital face?

It is not Chloris: for, behold,

The shifting phantom comes and goes; And when 'tis here, 'tis pale and cold, Nor any female softness knows.

But 'tis her image, for I feel

The very pains that Chloris gives; Her charms are there, I know them well, I see what in my bosom lives.

Oh, could I but the picture save:

'Tis drawn by her own matchless skill;

Nature the lively colours gave,

And she need only look to kill.

Ah! fair one, will it not suffice,
That I should once your victim lie;
Unless you multiply your eyes,

And strive to make me doubly die?

CONTENTS.

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LIFE OF TICKELL, by Dr. Johnson.

Poems on Queen Caroline's Rebuilding the Lodgings of the Black Prince, and Henry V. at Queen's College

Oxford......

To the supposed Author of the Spectator

13

15

A Poem, to His Excellency, the Lord Privy Seal, on the

Prospect of Peace

18

To Mr. Addison, on his Opera of Rosamond

37

To the same; on his Tragedy of Cato....

39

The Royal Progress....

41

An Imitation of the Prophecy of Nereus. From Horace. Book ii. Ode xv....

47

An Epistle from a Lady in England to a Gentleman at

Avignon....

50

An Ode, occasioned by his Excellency the Earl of Stanhope's Voyage to France, 1718..

58

Prologue to the University of Oxford, 1713..

59

Thoughts occasioned by the Sight of an original Picture

A Fragment of a Poem on Hunting.

of King Charles I. taken at the Time of his Trial.. 62

To Apollo making Love. From Monsieur Fontenelle... 71

65

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