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Ode, Supposed to be Written on the Marriage of a Friend Thou magic lyre, whose fascinating sound Seduc'd the savage monsters from their cave, Drew rocks and trees, and forms uncouth around, And bade wild Hebrus hush his list'ning wave; No more thy undulating warblings flow... Poet:	Poem Written to his Jailer O Robert, Let us be fond Of Virtue! Virtues abound In every sort of good. Let virtue be our soul’s food! Poet:	Poems written in jail I must Speak of God in whom I trust. In him I have room ... Poet:	To Miss H-and At Bath. Written extempore in the pump-room, 1742. SOON shall these bounteous springs thy wish bestow, Soon in each feature sprightly health shall glow; Thy eyes regain their fire, thy limbs their grace, And roses join the lilies in thy face. But say, sweet maid, what waters... Poet:
Verses Supposed To Be Written by Alexander Selkirk I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the center all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy... Poet:	Verses Written at Bath on Finding the Heel of a Shoe Fortune! I thank thee: gentle Goddess! thanks! Not that my muse, tho' bashful, shall deny She would have thank'd thee rather, hadst thou cast A treasure in her way; for neither meed Of early breakfast, to dispel the fumes... Poet:	Written at Tivoli Falls Sweet Tivoli! upon thy grassy side, Whene'er I linger through the summer day, And the soft music of thy silvery tide So sweetly wiles the lagging hours away, I... Poet:	Written Extempore On A Halfpenny, Which a young lady gave a beggar, and the author redeemed for half-a-crown DEAR little, pretty, fav'rite ore, That once increas'd Gloriana's store; That lay within her bosom bless'd, Gods might have envied thee thy nest. I've read, imperial Jove of old For love... Poet:
Written in a Quarrel Think, Delia, with what cruel haste Our fleeting pleasures move, Nor heedless thus in sorrow waste The moments due to love. Be wise, my fair, and gently treat These few that are our friends; ... Poet: