Oye woods, fpread your branches apace;
To your deepest receffes I fly ;

I would hide with the beasts of the chace;
I would vanish from every eye.

Yet my reed fhall refound through the grove
With the fame fad complaint it begun;
How the fmil'd, and I could not but love;
Was faithlefs, and I am undone!

To the Hon. Wilmot Vaughan, Efq; in Wales

Epiftle to Thomas Hanmer

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Address of the Statues at Stowe to Lord Cobham

Ode on the Death of Mr. Pelham

Ferfes written at Montauban in France 1750
The Revenge of America ---

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The dying Indian

Ode on Mr. West's Translation of Pindar

Pleafures of Melancholy

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4. Written in a Collection of Bacchanalian Songs
5. Imitated from the French

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