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On the Coronation 115
With the long Vigil of the Night opprest,
A tir’d Spectator clos’d her eyes to rest;
And while sweet slumbers lock’d her senses fast
The Pomp was o’er, and the Procession past.
Poor drowsy wretch! by spiteful fortune crost
O what a dream hast thou by sleeping lost!
Epigram for Lord Oxon.
On a Paragraph in Mist’s Journal 116
Wesley, if Wesley here you mean
’Tis said on Pope would fall
Would his Best Patron let his Pen
Discharge his inward Gall.
What Patron this, a doubt must be
Which none but You can clear.
Or Father Francis 117 cross the sea
Or else Earl Edward here.
That Both were Good must be confest
And much to both he owes
But which to Heaven will prove the Best
The Lord of Oxford knows.
To the Right Honorable, the Earl of Oxford,
upon his not appearing at St. James 118
While thick to court transported Tories run,
Spurn’d by the Sire, scarce smiled on by the Son,
Freed from an Iron Reign’s continued Curse,
Expecting better, and secure from worse;
Beyond their Principles while Passive grown,
115Henry Pollexsen, in Comitia Westmonasteriensium (London: Westminster School, 1728), 27. Wesley
published in Arminian Magazine 1 (1778): 429.
116 Not in Poems (1862), so not surviving in manuscript, but surely by Samuel Jr.
117 Francis Atterbury (1663–1732).
118 Samuel Wesley Jr., ms; cf. Poems (1862), 480–82 (slight differences from version here)
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