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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 Euthalia. Written in the year 1728. BURNING with love, tormented with despair, Unable to forget or ease his care; In vain each practis'd art Alexis tries; In vain to books, to wine or women flies; Each brings Euthalia's image to his eyes.... 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:	To The Right Honourable Sir Robert Walpole, (Now Earl Of Orford). Written in the Year 1730 SIR, WHILE at the helm of state you ride, Our nation's envy, and its pride; While foreign courts with wonder gaze, And curse those councils which they praise; Would you not wonder, sir, to view ... 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: