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A chaise and four horses, my lord at full gallop  MacDonald, Sir Alexander  `A letter extempore written to Lord George Sutton, 1768'  What wishes can give you amen and amen.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 153 
A man, that's neither high nor low  Amherst, Elizabeth, later Mrs. John Thomas (1714_1779)  `The choice of a husband for Miss Monk...1762'  It shall be no objection.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 52 
A northern pair, we waive the name,    `The power of innocence. 1762'  Give nature vent, and shed it here.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 46 
A well timed pregnancy her titles gained    `Countess of Rochford' [d. 1773]  A faithful clue to Rosamonda's bower.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 29 
Accept my Elinor! These faithful lines,  Peart, Joshua  `A poetic letter to his sister Elea: Peart written the 19th of Jan: 1768'  Sincerely prays your brother and your friend.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 158 
Affected wisdom has a woman made    `Countess of Pomfret' [d. 1761]  Though marble is the thing that's next her heart.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 31 
Alarming call! Hence giddy mortals know,    `On the death of a gentleman who died suddenly'  Nor lodge a wish to loiter long behind.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 337 
An ear, ye youthful fair ones lend,  Bate, Sally  `The introduction to the Whole duty of women versified...1768'  And peace, and honor, shall thy soul possess.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 246 
Anna, to you these artless lines I send  Bate, Sally  `To a friend' [1764]  And health combine to make your joys complete.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 71 
As a stately vessel o'er the ocean sweeps  Bate, Sally  `On the death of the Duke of Cumberland...1765'  Quit its clay prison, and with angels join.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 76 
As abroad in the gardens and meadow I range  Truesdale, Frances  `To her friend Miss Elea: Peart...Harefield Place May. 1768'  Of showing my friendship at th'expense of my sense.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 174 
As wise as Pallas, fair without design,    `Countess of Plymouth' [d. 1790]  Though more inviting than the Cyprian queen.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 28 
Assist my muse! Assist to sing    `A burlesque ode to the memory of B[ra]ss C[rosb]y esq. Lord Mayor of London in 1771'  Of Johnny Wilkes's brother.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 322 
Aurora now had left Ithorus' bed  Bate, Sally  `A dialogue between Amoret and Lisette, 1767'  Knowing whatever is, is best.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 133 
Awhile dear sir, from busy life withdraw,    `On the death of Mr. Pope [to] a lawyer in the Temple'  And each true Briton drop a tender tear.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 4 
Be wise my friend whilst in your prime,  Peart, Joshua  `Be mindful of the future' [school exercise]  In winter must expect to die.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 316 
Beauty, thou vain, thou gaudy flower  Bate, Sally  `On beauty. 1764'  That very time, would add unto the soil.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 73 
Behold the seal!__my promis saved  Peart, Joshua  `To Miss Bell on presentiing her with a seal'  So keep it for the giver's sake.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 342 
Behold the wonder of her sex, and time    `Countess of Coventry'  The force of nature could no further go.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 30 
Believe me Ma'am 'twas sad 'twas shocking news    `A fragment dedicated to a lady on the sickness of a friend'  To the feelings of a mind, that's racked with pain.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 55 
Beside a hill, by nature formed  Bate, Sally  `Delia...1768'  Cast a faint light to guide their homeward way.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 213 
Beside a mountain's venerable seat,  Bate, Sally  `The hermit...1760; from Aesop's fables'  The Almighty's goodness is equal to his power.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 195 
Best of gifts the gods bestow    `Soliloquy of friendship, 1767'  Bella's goodness truth and sense.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 121 
Blest be the youth (if such there can be found)    `Upon Joseph and Potiphar's wife' [Genesis xxxix]  And every Joseph meets a Joseph's fate.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 5 
Breaking through shades of night the grey-eyed morn  Bate, Sally  `Morning. A poem taken from the Eastern language versified' [1760]  And bid adieu to thought, and worldly care.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 286 
Brighter than Phoebus in his fine career    `Countess of Waldegrave' (d. 1807)  Borrows all nature, and is nature's right.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 31 
Captive brother, break thy chain,  Lyttelton, George, 1st baron, of Frankley  `The squirrels of Hagley Park to Miss Warburton's squirrel' [with an answer, 17 May 1763]  A willing slave's forever tied.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 59 
Come my lov'd Stella tune your lyre,  Bate, Sally  `Dialogue between Stella nd Hebe on the marriage of ___'  Then to Amanda's cot will speed my way.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 201 
Come sweet oblivion sad Amanda cries  Bate, Sally  `1766'  Heaven virtue, by affliction tries.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 105 
Come sweet religion dissipate this gloom,  Bate, Sally  `To Miss Arabella Bate__1767'  Which even Cato's daughter could not bear.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 118 
Damon, thy faithful Flora writes these lines    `An extempore letter to my brother__1768'  Nor from your Flora longer stay.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 220 
Dear Sally! This short epistle unto you I write  Bate, Sally  `A letter to Miss Sally Bradgate__1764'  But mostly so by your sincere S. Bate.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 101 
Devoid of judgment destitute of sense  Bate, Sally  `Characters'  Proud to inferiors, fawning to the great.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 225 
Drop, drop, thy pencil, thou aspiring girl    `To Miss Poyntz' drawing the picture of Lady Betty Germain, dressed in a gown embroidered with gold and pearl'  Paint charity, and you'll paint Germain.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 26 
Each sweet attraction warmed with gentle fires    `Countess of Essex (d. 1759)  With raptures gaze, and call the graces four.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 28 
Europe gives Lincoln's happy shape due praise,    `Countess of Lincoln...dead' [d. 1760]  She stoutly once refused her husband's bed.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 28 
Fair moralist accept my humble lays,    `The lady's answer, on the prospect of her friend's recovery from...illness'  All must submit to his most powerful nod.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 57 
Farewell my friend, my much loved friend farewell,    `On the absence of a friend, by a lady__1766'  Think of thy lover, and thy absent friend.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 112 
Farewell sweet vale! No more thy shades can be  Fonnereau, Mrs. [ ]  `From Mrs. Fonnereau to her husband on leaving Thornhaugh'  But trust in providence and God adore.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 340 
Flattering words, and artful sighs    `Song 1765' [answered by T232]  Lead hand in hand our festal pow'rs.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 77 
Forbear my friend this fruitless zeal    `To a friend'  Then I will weep no more.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 338 
Free from ambition, free from care  Bate, Sally  `The wish...written in 1764'  And join with me, to welcome you.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 285 
Friendship is love, from all its dross refined    `On friendship, to Miss Arabella Bate'  To aid our joys, and dissipate our woes.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 64 
Friendship's become at best an empty name,  Bate, Sally  `To Miss Arabella Bate...1767'  To love your neighbor and in God to trust.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 130 
From Eleanor, my friend these lines pray read  Peart, Eleanor  `To Miss Arabella Bate. Dec. 19, 1768'  And in such wishes make me blest.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 308 
From the blest regions, the ethereal plains  Bate, Sally  `From Lady Tavistock (after her death) to [her sister-in-law] the Duchess of Marlborough, 1768'  You in these rejoins, will rejoin your friend.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 301 
From these few lines, this lesson let me learn  Bate, Sally  `A soliloquy...upon seeing some verses on a tombstone in Metheringham Churchyard in Lincolnshire, 1767'  I need not wish, or fear to die.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 117 
From this one crime what various woe    `On drunkenness'  Where all but fools, are in disguise.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 360 
Gentility and sweetness here combine    `Duchess of Ancaster' (d. 1793)  Then think how truly Ancaster is blest.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 30 
Go rose my garden's gayest pride  Bate, Sally  `The rose to Celia, 1768'  Maintains a verdure through the year.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 166 
Guard well your hearts postillion post-boy groom,    `Duchess of Chandos...dead' [d. 1759]  His guide, his shield, his currycomb for life.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 30 
Hail hail, my Stella hail the rising morn;  Bate, Sally  `Hebe and Stella, a tragic pastoral'  Let's go, and pay the tribute on her bier.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 88 
Hebe though decked with all the charms of spring    `On Miss Sally Bate. 1767'  And praise, and pleasure, shall to age secure.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 126 
Hence superstition fly away,  Bate, Sally  `On superstition'  Who rules us with a golden rod.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 169 
Her eyes victorious as great Marlborough's arms    `Countess of Pembroke' (d. 17940  Good nature weeps: behold a mourning bride.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 29 
How glows my heart, when I behold your lines,    `Lines addressed to Miss E. Peart by ___...1765'  And Swift's ill-natur'd muse, be proud to praise.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 70 
How vain is art to palliate real grief    `The following liens were written extempore on the death of a much regretted infant 1761'  To thy redeemer, and immortal God.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 11 
I hope these feeble efforts you'll excuse  Bate, Sally  `On her uncle Mr. Aufreres being chosen member of Parliament for Stamford' [21 Jan. 1765]  And long preserve you member of this town.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 58 
I think old Elia that you    Martial, Epigram I.xix  There's nothing for it to knock out.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 321 
If Heaven will hear my ardent prayer  Bate, Sally  `To a child (of four years of age) on her birthday...1764'  For he alone, to bliss can point the way.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 74 
If I am doomed the marriage chain to wear    `The maiden's prayer'  Or keep me happy in a single life.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 15 
If reason steels one moment yet, from grief,    `To her grace the Duchess of Ancaster on the death of Lady Mary Bertie' [1 April 1767; daughter of the third duke]  And learn that they are left, and Heaven is kind.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 102 
If sentiments devoid of art,  Bate, Sally  `To Miss Eliza Affleck extempore...1768'  Your presence here, will real pleasure give.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 230 
If that one moment short suspense can be    `On the death of her Majesty Queen Caroline' [1737]  More true a people or more just a queen.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 13 
Imagine madam ere these lies you read,    `Verses addressed to my mother when Miss Richardson by ___'  Till death shall part us in the silent grave.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 36 
In riches titles, honors, see her soar    `Countess of Hardwicke...dead' [d. 1761]  Her pastry lasting, as a chancery suit.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 31 
In vain the doubtful labyrinth I trace,    `To Damon by a lady. 1768'  May you ne'er feel the sorrows felt by me.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 209 
In what soft language shall my thoughts set free  Rowe, Elizabeth (Singer)  `On the death of a husband by Mrs. Rowe' [Thomas Rowe, d. 13 May 1715; appended to Pope's Eloisa and Abelard, 1720]  Grasp thee through death, and be forever thine.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 39 
It is long since I wrote, my reasons were good,  Sutton, Lord George  `To Miss Eleanor Peart' [3 April 1768]  One thousand, seven hundred, sixty and eight.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 176 
Know, that I falsehood, early could detest,  Bate, Sally  `To Mrs. Bate on her marriage...1768'  To naught inferior but the heavenly state.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 245 
Know thou, O stranger to the fame  Burns, Robert  [epitaph `for R. A. esq.' [pr. Poems 1787]  A warmer heart death ne'er made cold.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 351 
Let all the blues with pious grief    `Upon the death of the most noble John Manner, marquis of Granby, and Colonel of the Blues' [died 18 Oct. 1770]  The essence of good manners.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 340 
Life's a lottery intermixed  Bate, Sally  `A song...1767'  Only peace of mind to gain.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 116 
Like gold, she still corrupts, who her adore,    `Viscountess Vane' [d. 1788]  Fierce, as the sun, and boundless as the air.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 32 
Marcus you came to me last night.    `Translated from Martial' [Epigrams IV.xv]  When one I would not lend?  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 320 
Mary! I want a lyre with other strings;  Cowper, William  `Sonnet...addressed to his faithful friend Mrs. Unwin'  And since thou own'st that praise I spare thee mine.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 361 
May God, the father of mankind  Bate, Sally  `To Lady Eliza Chaplin with the Dialogue of Amoret and Lisette'  My trembling soul convey.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 124 
May you have all that Heaven can give,  Bate, Sally  `On my birthday by Miss Sally Bate written by her at the age of thirteen'  May answer to the wishes of your friend S. Bate.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 43 
May you spurn vice for ever from your feet,  Bate, Sally  `On Miss Aufrere's birthday by Miss S. Bate made at the age of thirteen'  And may religion be your constant friend.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 44 
Mild as the evening of a summer's day  Bate, Sally  `Another character, 1768. Miss Pearte'  But charms like these make foibles be forgot.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 227 
My dear little Molly I love thee so well,  *Peart, Joshua; Sutton, Lord George  `A versaic dialogue between Lord George Sutton and Mr. [Joshua] Peart, written at Bugden, the 23d of Decr. 1767'  May you both prove, the happiest pair in the nation.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 148 
My muse in her ambitious flight    `On a lady singing'  It must be Chloe's own.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 321 
Of every virtue, every grace possessed,    `Duchs. of Hamilton' [Elizabeth, nee Gunning]  Fair without guilt, and as her face serene.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 29 
Of thee bright Goddess, next I sing,    `On liberty...1768'  And even death, for liberty despise.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 193 
Oft Ellin, when a youthful thought  Peart, Joshua  `An extempore observation'  And hope for a more lucky day.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 168 
Oft Ellin, when a youthful thought  Peart, Joshua  `An extempore observation'  And hope for a more lucky day.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 330 
Oh! Happy George, [two wives] adorned thy brows    `Lady Lyttelton' [Elizabeth, Lady George Lyttelton, d. 1795]  In fertile soil she plants the gilded horn.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 33 
Oh lovely Richmond, lovely though in vain!    `Verses on ladies of quality. Duchs. of Richmond' [d. 1796]  Swollen are those eyes that shone to sweet excess.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 27 
Oh mighty death resistless is thy sway  Bate, Sally  `To Aminta, on [a] melancholy event'  To see Aminta worthy of his love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 332 
Oh source of every good, of every joy,    `An ejaculatory petition for content__1763'  And sanctify thy gifts whate'er they are.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 67 
Oh Thou dread pow'r, who reign'st above!  Burns, Robert  `Verses...left in the room where he slept viz. at a reverend friend's house (namely Dr. Lawrie's)'  A family in Heav'n!  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 356 
Oh Thou great Being! What thou art  Burns, Robert  `A prayer under the pressure of violent anguish'  To bear and not repine.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 351 
Oh ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains  Burns, Robert  `Epitaph__for the author's father'  For even his failings leaned to virtue's side.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 351 
On a soft bank beneath the cooling shade  Peart, Joshua  `Recitative' and `air'  We hope more happy days to prove.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 334 
On Albion's topmost cliff, whose towering crest  Sutton, Lord George  `Lines on the much lamented death of our ever to be remembered and beloved Marquis of Granby' [1770]  Bewail a hero lost the world a father.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 339 
On beds of snow the moonbeam slept,    `The tear'  And hunt it on her diadem.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 364 
Once Phoebus the bright god of weather,    `The choice of the muses__a song'  Of friendship, and innocent love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 233 
One morn when Damon to his love,    `Verses occasioned by a young lady's weeping exceedingly for the loss of a favorite squirrel'  To know a greater cause of grief.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 9 
Onslow farewell, to all true Britons dear    `On hearing of the death of Daniel Onslow esqr. of St. Mary-Cray, 1763'  Sure pledge of bliss anticipating heaven.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 61 
Open all doors let in the polished mob    `Duchess of Bedford' [d. 1794; extract from verses headed in BM Add. 5834, `Court characters about 1750 and 1760']  Gallants, no other murder is confessed.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 27 
Our play tonight wants novelty, 'tis true,  Marley, R.  `On the performance of the Beggar's opera, a prologue written and spoke by R. Marley' [actors' names in marginal notes]  And quit the tailor for the dull divine.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 24 
Pardon me madam, that my rustic lay,  Bate, Sally  `To Lady Eliza Chaplin with the dialogue of Amorett, and Lisette'  With madam, those of your oblig'd S. Bate.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 139 
Permit fair maid, the rustic muse,  Bate, Sally  `To Miss Elea[nor] Peart...1767'  Those mental charms that ne'er can die.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 132 
Rise, sisters with the sun arise  Peart, Joshua  `Epithalamiium...on the marriage of Mr. Partridge and Miss Ashby August 1770'  As long as both shall live.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 344 
Say love, for what good end designed    `On the government of the passions'  Should I disturb the rest.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 68 
See generous Marlborough, nobly mourn,    `Duchess of Marlborough' [d. 1761]  Find comfort in the embraces of her son.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 27 
See her, whose slaves in rhyme, and prose have died    `Duchess of Manchester...dead' [d. 1755]  The thing that covers Manchester'sdelight.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 30 
Seraph from Heaven's eternal throne  Gisborne, Thomas (1758-1846)  `Ode to the memory of the poet Cowper__dedicated to Lady Hesketh'  Partake the glories of thy Lord.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 362 
Serene as evening, in the pride of spring,    `Lady Fortescue' [d. 1812]  Softness and all the beauties of the mind.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 32 
Show forth his praise ye murmuring floods  Bate, Sally  `From the hundred and third Psalm...1768'  And thou my soul his praises sing.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 298 
Since from your happy roof I went,  Shirley, Mrs.  `To Mrs. Noyes [on her] purchasing a scented cushion'  Best wishes she doth send!  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 369 
Since you, my dear Nelly have got such a knack  Peart, Joshua  `A versical letter from Mr. [Joshua] Peart to his sister Miss Eleanor Peart, written Octr. the 29th 1767'  From your brother most tender, most loving and true t'ye.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 141 
Since you my Lord to foreign realms retire  Bate, Sally  `On the earl of Exeter's going abroad...in 1768'  Then let compassion hasten your return.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 237 
Stop! Kind and gentle fair ones stop!  Peart, Joshua  `An epitaph by Mr. Peart on my favorite squirrel being drowned in a tub of water. 1763'  The truest pleasure give.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 62 
Taught by adversity in early youth,  Bate, Sally  `Another [character]__Miss Arabella Bates's'  And grandeur wish to be as blest as you.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 228 
The awful scene is of her funeral closed    `Sacred to the memory of Mrs. Bate of Stamford in Lincolnshire addressed to my friend Miss Arabella Bate'  These friendly lays shall soothe thy list'ning ghost.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 84 
The crescents shine Northumberland is near,    `Duchess of Northumberland' [d. 1777]  Peace in her breast, and plenty in her face.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 31 
The man, in life wherever placed,  Burns, Robert  Psalm 1  And withered and decayed.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 358 
The muses once esteem'd her beauty's boast    `Duchess of Queensbury' [d. 1777]  Obtained the chariot, set the world on fire.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 28 
The name of a city, renown'd in the west,  Hurst, T.  `A rebus by Mr. T. Hurst on Lord Exeter'  and imitate him, whom you cannot but love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 45 
The powers of invitation beam along,  Peart, Joshua  `Viscountess Townshend' [d. 1770]  Oh! come great God, she cries and spreads her arms.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 32 
The powers that o'er the sea preside    `Epithalamium on the marriage of King George the third and Queen Charlotte [1761]. Another school exercise'  To George and Charlotte y8ield.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 318 
The prologue's filled with such fine phrases    `Epilogue' [to Cato, at Leicester House, 1749, `spoken by Prince Edward and Lady Augusta']  More cheerfully obeyed by me.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 22 
The spreading oak, and silver poplar tall;    `Morning stanzas in October 1768 by a Gentleman' [subscribed `Posthumous']  To grief, to joy; to pleasure, or to care.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 280 
The sweet Emily fairer to be seen,    `Countess of Kildare'  For with a rosy color strives her hue.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 29 
The wedding day appointed was    [epitaph in Bideford churchyard]  He sicken'd and he die did.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 367 
The wintry west extends his blast  Burns, Robert  `Winter a dirge'  Assist me to resign.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 350 
Think not that I'm unsocial grown    `Ode to a friend__1762'  And happiness, shall be the fruit.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 53 
Think not whene'er misfortunes press,  Peart, Joshua  `Hercules and the carter a fable written as a school exercise by J. P.'  To gain that aid for which you pray.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 315 
This eve as wandring in yon verdant glade  Bate, Sally  `Hebe's lamentation__1766'  Since Anna is away.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 114 
Though I cannot presume t'address the fair,  Bate, Sally  `To Miss Elea: Peart on the marriage of her sister the right honorable Lady George Sutton February the 6th 1760'  A like reward upon your virtues wait.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 164 
Though you my works with envy view    Martial, Epigram I.xl  But you may envy all.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 321 
Tis said by all true lovers of the stage  Peart, Joshua  `Prologue to The earl of Warwick acted at Lord George Sutton's house at Kelham, in Christmas holidays 1768'  Applause from you, will drive our tears away.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 312 
To ease the troubled soul; by strokes of art  Peart, Joshua  `Letter to a young lady, on a melancholy event which had happened to her friend'  To sign himself the truest of thy friends.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 330 
To him that asks you say you'll give    `Another epigram' [Martial, II.xxv]  Pray say you won't to me.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 321 
To pay great Anson's sufferings on the main,    `Lady Anson'  Brave ev'ry hardship, and defy each storm.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 33 
To speak with freedom dignity and ease    `A prologue and epilogue spoken by the Prince of Wales his children on their performing the Tragedy of Cato at Leicester House in 1749. The prologue by Prince George'  But he is present and I must forbear.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 20 
To thee oh friendship's sacred flame,  Bate, Sally  `To Miss Aufrere on her birthday...1764'  Which mortals taste below.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 72 
Twas in the hour, when o'er the plain,  Bate, Sally  `The sorcerers__1768__ from Aesop's fables'  That they thy little dog may find.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 264 
Two shepherds meeting in the heat of day    `A pastoral by ___'  His errand, was to foloow, Blousalind.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 1 
Unskilled in numbers and poetic flight  Peart, Eleanor  `Verses addressed to Miss Sally, and Arabella Bate...1768 on presenting the latter with an elegant bvook to write her sister's poems in'  As Dione thou'rt pure, as Hebe fair.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 249 
Upright in every word, and thought    `On the death of the Honorable Miss Both'  the saints may sleep, but cannot die.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 8 
Virtuous youth!    `On the much lamented death of the marquis of Tavistock' [1767; pr. pamphlet 1767; attr. Anstey in Poetical works, 1808]  Where generous Russell lies.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28 (attr. Christopher Anstey)  p. 245 
Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!  Burns, Robert?  `The following verses, in the handwriting of Burns, are copied from a banknote in the possession of Mr. J. F. Graice of Dumfries...' [subscribed R. M. Kyle]  To crush the villain in the dust.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 360 
Was I fair friend, but of such charms possessed  Bate, Sally  `To Miss Elea[nor] Peart...1767'  Which does alone: dwell in a beauteous mind.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 123 
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower  Burns, Robert  `To a mountain daisy on tuning one down with the plough in April 1786' [pr. Poems, 1787]  Shall be thy doom.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 348 
Well met my Damon, I have sought thee long,  Peart, Joshua  `A pastoral...to the memory of Mrs. Bate. 1765'  And ages yet to come, shall honor and revere her name.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 94 
What conquest now will Britain boast    `Upon the marquis of Granby'  True courage and good manner?  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 340 
What strange caprice makes us so oft despise    `An essay on health'  And bless that gracious power by whom 'tis given.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 16 
Whate'er you ask me to bestow    Martial, Epigram III.lxi  I nothing them deny.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 321 
When chill November's surly blast  Burns, Robert  `Man was made to mourn; a dirge' [pr. Poems, 1787]  That weary-laden mourn!  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 252 
When last I wrote to you in rhyme;  Peart, Joshua  `A versical letter...to his sister Elea: Peart written 1o Septr. 1768'  Your brother and your friend J. P.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 237 
When merit meets its due reward    `Epithalamium on the marriage of Mr. Bertie to Miss Peart Sept'r the 17th 1771. Tune, The fair thief'  When beauty merit doth repay.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 345 
When nature seeketh for repose  Bate, Sally  `On night...written in 1764'  Vain's the attempt such wonder to descry.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 282 
When prosperous fortune flowed amain  Peart, Eleanor  `1766'  Its willing transport through my eyes.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 107 
When unsuccessful Phaeton  Peart, Joshua  `To Miss Sally Bate August 1769'  Not less your friend and servant.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 342 
When war with all its dire alarms,  Peart, Joshua  `To his siter Eleanor Peart, June 14th '68'  From yours most lovingly and truly.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 179 
Whence the dark clouds that overspread my heart  Peart, Joshua  `Verses occasioned by the death of Lord Granby Oc'r 1771' [sic for 1770]  Like him and thee, become true hearts of oak.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 326 
While thoughtless fair ones with vain passion dote    `To my sister Mary [Peart] on her nuptials with the right honorable Lord George Sutton 6 February 1768'  May the next century see the chain unbroke.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 150 
Whilst Flora, you in Comus' court,  Bate, Sally  `To Miss Eleanor Peart, when in London' [April 1768]  Hopes this trite epistle you'll excuse.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 170 
Whilst some boast of pleasures they oft are partaking  Peart, Joshua  `A song. 1768. To the tune of Come haste to the wedding'  Come see rural felicity which we at Kelham do enjoy.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 277 
Why am I loath to leave this earthly scene!  Burns, Robert  `Stanzas on the prospect of death'  Oh aid me with thy help, omnipotence divine!  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  f. 167 
Why d'ye with such disdain refuse  Vanbrugh, Sir John?  `To a lady more cruel than fair' [pr. Dryden's Miscellany, v, 1704, attr. Vanbrugh]  As I had cause to love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28 (attr. Vanbrugh)  p. 346 
Why droops the head, why languishes the eye,  Pennell, Peter  `A sermon in verse'  In every station say thy will be done.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 266 
Why heaves your fond bosom my dear,    `Strephon to Louisa by a gentleman'  To your memory still I'll be kind.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 34 
Why my Lucinda do you wish to know,  Bate, Sally  `To Lucinda...1768'  Veil o'er with flattery, the artful snare.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 205 
With generous wishes, let me greet thy ear,    `To a friend'  And in eternal glory meet again.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 128 
With sense enough for half your sex beside    `To Miss S. Bate on her last ten stanzas in answer to the song of flattering words etc.'  The faithful joys of friendship and of love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 82 
Wonder not, that I should love detest  Bate, Sally  `Dorinda, a tale, addressed to Miss Brackenbury' [1768]  And love, far banished from my breast.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 251 
Would you my Stella know the cause, and time  Bate, Sally  `To Miss Arabella Bate__1768'  Or links upon a chain, another brought.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 191 
Ye British youths, so fond to roam,  Bate, Sally  `The butterfly, the snail, and the bee' [1768]  To private good, or public use.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 289 
Ye mighty powers, who human things ordain    `A choice. 1762'  Give titles garters and the cares of state.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 50 
Ye powers, who taught my artless sighs  Hayley, William  `Manuscript lines from Mr. Hayley to his wife, after eight years' marriage'  As permanent as pure?  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 368 
Ye whom sociala pleasure charms,  Burns, Robert  `A punchbowl, of black Inverary marble, elegantly mounted with silver which belonged to the poet Burns, is now in a saile room in Edinburgh June 1814...[the lines are] engraved around the brim'  My friends, my brothers!  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 370 
Yes Strephon, yon birds I observe,  Bate, Sally  `A song...1768. To the tune of The May Day of life is for pleasure'  The dignified nature of man.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 262 
You little bird, Belinda view  Bate, Sally  `Song...1768'  The charms of liberty.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 231 
You are so witty, so profligate and thin  Young, Edward  `An extempore epigram on Voltaire; who when he was in England, ridiculed in the company of the jealous English poet Milton's Alegory of Sin and Death'  At once we think thee Milton his death and his sin.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 364 
You sir, are sprung from an illustrious race,  Bate, Sally  `To Master Cecil...written...1764'  And may your virtue prove the care of heaven.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 28  p. 283