Works Published
- William Collins, Persian Eclogues, published anonymously; supposedly a translation (see also second edition, titled Oriental Eclogues, 1757)
- Thomas Cooke, Mr. Cooke's Original Poems
- Philip Francis, translator, The Odes, Epodes, and Carmen Seculare of Horace, very popular translation, published this year in Dublin (republished in 1743 in London; two more volumes, The Satires of Horace and The Epistles and Art of Poetry of Horace published 1746; see also A Poetical Translation of the Works of Horace 1747)); Irish writer published in England
- James Hammond, Love Elegies, published anonymously this year, although the book states "1743", with a preface by the Earl of Chesterfield
- James Merrick, The Destruction of Troy, translated from the Ancient Greek of Triphiodorus
- Sarah Parsons Moorhead, "To the Reverend Mr. James Davenport on His Departure from Boston", criticizes evangelical clergyman; English Colonial America
- William Shenstone, The School-Mistress, the second version, with 28 stanzas (the first version, with 12 stanzas, published in Poems 1737; final, 35-stanza version in Dodsley's Collection, Volume 1, 1748)
- William Somervile, Field Sports
- Sir Charles Hanbury Williams, The Country Girl: An ode, published anonymously
- Edward Young, The Complaint, or, Night-Thoughts on Life, Death and Immortality: Night the First, published anonymously; Night the Second ("On Time, Death, Friendship") and Night the Third ("Narcissa")also published this year (see also Night the Fourth and Night the Fifth 1743, Night the Fifth 1743, Night the Sixth, Night the Seventh 1744, Night the Eighth, Night the Ninth 1745), a signal work by one of the Graveyard poets
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