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A muse unknown her feeble voice would raise    `To the Rt. Hon. G. Lyttelton, esq. G[entleman's] M[agazine]'  His glorious end but one, his country's good.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 183 
A steady virtue formed for self-command    `On the death of Sir Jo. James, bart.'  To steal through life, and bless a world around.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 104 
Ah! Let the melancholy muse attend.    `Epitaph on the Rev. Mr. A__, rector of B__, in the county of G__ lately deceased, &c. G[entleman's] M[agazine]'  For all the living suffer in the dead.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 66 
Amend, Eliza, candidly attend  Merrick, Mr.  `Letter to a friend on love'  And with immortal radiance gild the skies.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 157 
And is the lovely shadow fled?    `To a lady on the death of her only child, an infant  To give a child to God.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 49 
Assist me, muse divine! To sing the morn,    `On Christmas Day'  When time, and sin, and death shall be no more!  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 121 
Assist sweet muse to celebrate the morn    `...sent by Miss G___ to Miss [Harriet] L___ on her birthday'  And bless the lovely Harriet's natal morn.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 225 
At this unwonted hour, behold    `A Christmas ode. G[entleman's] Mag.'  Of heaven's free, vast benevolence to man.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 193 
Before the rosy down of day    `Hymn'  Thy lofty praises sing.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 92 
Begin the high celestial strain    `Hymn 2 Collect. Poems'  To heaven's almighty king.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 84 
Born to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes  Lyttelton, George Lyttelton, 1st baron  `On Mrs. Lyttelton. L[ondon] M[agazine]...by her husband'  Her mind was virtue by the graces dressed.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 195 
Britain! Attend the warning voice,    `Occasioned by the late earthquake. G[entleman's] M[agazine]'  Nor love the doom revoke.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 199 
Charmed, or with moral or religious views    `To Miss Jenny Boys, of Deal, with the Rev. Dr. Watt's Horae Lyricae...L[ondon] Mag.'  And your own worth immortalize your name.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 65 
Could tears, and signs, and prayers recall the dead    `To the author of "Why shoots this sudden horror..."' `Collect. Poems'  By virtue to console th'afflicted breast.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 102 
Deign, gracious God, to hear my feeble lays  W., R.  `The author...was buried under a scaffold...Tower Hill...at the execution of Simon, Lord Frazer of Lovat' [9 April 1747]  Forever praise thee, and forever love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 113 
Draw near and see this heap of dust      He fell in his full strength and so may'st thou.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 76 
Forgive the muse, who in unhallowed strains  Prior, Matthew  `To Dr. Sherlock, on his Practical discourse concerning death' [pr. The medley, 7 May 1715]  And glad all Heav'n with millions thou hast sav'd.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 24 
Forming, by degrees to bliss, mankind    `The goodness of God to man'  And new perfections, new delights bestow.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 215 
From the man whom I love, though my heart I disguise    `Song. The picture of a Frenchman'  He will sure take a hint from the picture I draw.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 217 
Great God! At whose all-powerful call    `An autumnal hymn. G[entleman's] Mag.'  And earthly harvests rise no more.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 155 
Hail! Sacred Salem, placed on high!  Rowe, Elizabeth (Singer)?  `Hymn on heaven. Collect poems'  The happy plains surround.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 90 
Hail spotless flame! Connubial love, designed  Merrick, Mr.  `Mr. Mk...on marriage'  And bless the influence of connubial love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 166 
Hail! To thy parents' wishes born    `On the birthday of a child of a year old...Collect. Poems'  And higher place above.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 60 
Hark, my gay friend, that solemn toll  St__n, Revd. Mr.  `The unknown world__verses occasioned by hearing a pass-bell by the Rev. Mr. St__n'  Let it, my God, be happy too.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 134 
Has heaven once more espoused Britannia's cause?    `Britain's review L[ondon] Mag. 1746'  And by his mercies point us for his own.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 42 
Hence, ye ungodly! Fly! Presumptuous train!  `Philargyrus of Oxon'  `The Church. A religious satire. G. Mag.' [by 'Philargyrus' of Oxon, 18 Sept.]  And all my acts a comment on thy text.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 151 
Here Abbot's virtues, great example, lies    `Epitaph'  To Heav'n, than that he stayed so long below.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 65 
Here, here she lies! O! could I once more view    `A thought over the grave of a beloved child. By the father. Collectn. poems'  And glad all heaven with thy creator's praise.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 96 
Here lies a head that often ached  Gouldsby, Mr., of Bristol?  `The following epitaph was found in the scrutoir of the Rev. Mr. Gouldsby of Bristol after his decease'  With higher spirits may he dwell.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 223 
Here slumber free among the dead    `Epitaph on Mrs. Hole. Collect. poems'  It rapt her to her native skies.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 72 
High-throned in power the everlasting fear,    `The plague of Marseilles__collect. poems'  A follower of the Prince of Peace.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 123 
How are the mighty fallen! Scene of woe!  Hitchcock, Thomas, St. John's Coll., Oxford  `On the death of the Rev. Dr. Wm. Holmes...President of St. John Baptist's College, Oxon' [d. 1748]  Due to our gratitude, great Holmes, and you.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 177 
How bold a work attempt that pen  Waller, Edmund  `To Mr. George Sandys on his translation of some part of the Bible' [pr. 1638]  Than he who stole celestial fire.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 28 
If dying piety deserve a tear    `On the death of the Rev. Mr. Jos. Collett, late minister of the gospel. G[entleman's] Mag.'  And be my progres, and my end like thine.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 110 
If injured monarchs may their cause explore    `A conference between K. James and K. William at the River Boyne the day before the battle' [1690]  For subjects are the surest guard of kings.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39 (attr. Dr. Barrowby)  p. 208 
If then from nothing nothing ever came    `Ex nihilo nihil gignetur...Gentleman's magazine'  Could bid, from nothing, all these wonders rise.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 68 
In loftier lays, let loftier poets sing,  Merrick, Mr.  `On virtue, letter to a friend'  And reap the fruit of virtuous toil above.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 160 
In seasons mild    `The landscape. Lond. Mag.'  But little art despise.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 149 
In summer's cool shade, how delightful to sit!  Arnold, Dr. [Samuel?]  `The comforts of the seasons...sung by the Gent. of His Majesty's Chapel Royal at their annual feast. 7th Aug. 1783'  In summer, is winter, is autumn, is spring.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 224 
In the barn the tenant cock  Cunningham, John, of Edinburgh  `Stanzas on the morning. Public Ledger 1761'  All the jocund dawn of day.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 218 
In this judicious piece, the work of years    `On reading the Rev. Mr. [Henry] Grove's system of moral philosophy, L[ondon] M[agazine]' [1749]  Be mine the task, thy footsteps to pursue.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 196 
In vain the dusky night retires    `Hymn 5. Collec. poems'  A near approach to Thee.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 89 
In vain with plaintive voice, and weeping eyes    `On the death of Mrs. Fountayne, lady of...the Dean of York...G[entleman's] M[agazine]'  Which can't be greater, till she meets you there.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 203 
Jehovah, Lord of Heav'n and earth,    `An hymn to God the Creator...G[entleman's] Mag.'  And silently adore.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 147 
Let cheerful smiles in every face    `Hymn for Christmas day__Collectn poems'  Shall echo back the praise.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 99 
Let not my tender friends for me lament    `Epitaph'  And I enjoy an everlasting peace.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 77 
Lo! Here she lies interred, who gumbly gave    `Epitaph. Collect. poems'  To mix his ashes, with her sacred dust.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 55 
Lord, in the solemn shades of night    `A hymn. Collect. poems'  With rapture melts my soul.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 70 
My fair is beautiful as love,    `Song'  And music's on her tongue.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 211 
No more of courts, of triumphs, or of arms  Blackmore, Sir Richard  `Hymn to the Creator of the world' [extract from The creation]  And sing His praise, who gave me power to sing.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 15 
Nor yet the crude materials of the earth    `On the Creation: collectn. poems'  Shall be the lofty theme of my aspiring muse.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 78 
Not willing terror does his image move;  Waller, Edmund  `The love of God declared in man's redemption' [pr. Divine poems, 1685]  Than thorns, and thistles, spring from the curse.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 36 
Oh thou, whose artless, free-born genius charms,  Garrick, David  `To the author [Henry Brooke] of The farmer's six letters to the Protestants of Ireland...G. Adverti' [pr. Dodsley's Collection, iii, 1748]  And reap the harvest of immortal fame!  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 50 
Oh you, who all my worldly thoughts employ    `A letter from a lady to her husband when given over by her physicians. Collect. poems'  And die, as I have lived, thy faithful wife.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 71 
Omniscient Godhead! Thy all-piercing eye    `A prayer'  Belov'd of all, and loving all mankind.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 116 
Poets we prize, when in their verse we find  Waller, Edmund  `Two cantos...upon sight of the 53rd chapter of Isaiah, turned into verse by Mrs. Wharton' [pr. Divine poems, 1685]  Has, in this consort, sung the tragic part.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 29 
Pressed by a weight of woe, with weeping eye    `To Dr. [Edward] Young, on reading his Night thoughts. L[ondon] Mag.'  And saints applauding emulate thy fire.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 48 
Quitted this stage t'enjoy celestial bliss    `Epitaph...Collect. poems'  Hath left her clay to dwell more near her God.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 14 
Quitted this stage t'enjoy celestial bliss    `Epitaph...Collect. poems'  Hath left her clay to dwell more near her God.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 73 
Scarce know'st thou how thyself began  Prior, Matthew  `On Exodus 3. 14. I am that I am. An ode' [not pr. in Works, 1959]  Which faith had dictated, and angels trod.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 19 
She's gone! Her soul has winged its lucid way    `On the death of Mrs. Freke, late of Oxford Fitz-pain, Dorset. L[ondon] Mag.'  Who will conduct us to an happier state.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 51 
Silence, ye winds! Listen ethereal lights!  Waller, Edmund  `On the paraphrase on the Lord's Prayer, written by Mrs. Wharton'  For all, but pardon for offences, pray.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 35 
Sing glory to th'eternal God!    `An ode. Mr. B__'s Misc[ellan]y'  Nor speak till they have learnt to praise.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 143 
Stranger, whoe'er thou art, survey    `Inscription for a churchyard commanding a very fine prospect'  Will never fear to die.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 226 
Such was thy life; thy learning such confessed    `Verses by [Janus] Broukhusius [1649-1707], in memory of his learned frind Graevius Collec. Poems'  The dear remembrance of thy name shall rest.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 139 
Sweet to the view, and sacred to the nine    `Hymn on the walks and baths at Carlsbad. From the Latin of the Rev. Peter Kinsius...G[entleman's] M[agazine]'  With boundless joy and unexhausted love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 58 
The day is come! Day of rebuke and scorn;    `Advice to Britain occasioned by the rebellion. L[ondon] Mag. Ap. 1746'  And souls obedient find their God is love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 38 
The glorious armies of the sky    `Hymn. Collectn. Poems'  Wherein good fellowships we move.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 83 
The shepherd's plain life    `Song'  With health and with quiet of heart.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 211 
Thou! At whose touch the snow-clad mountains smoke    `God is love...Gent. Mag.'  To feel in gratitude that God is love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 187 
Thou didst, oh mighty God, exist    `Hymn 3. Collec. poems'  Shall thy existence be.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 86 
Though deep immersed in agony of woe  Merrick, Mr.  `To a friend on the death of his mother'  And those are favored most, who most endure.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 174 
Three sisters, of one heavenly parent born    `On charity...G. Mag.'  Approved, distinguished, near th'eternal throne.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 168 
Thus must thy flesh to silent dust descend    `An epitaph in Bunhill burying ground on Mrs. Mary Harris'  Believe, repent, and work while it is day.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 76 
To lonely vales and deep-sequester'd woods,    `On the death of the Rev. Dr. Clarke, late Dean of Exeter [31 May 1742] by a lady of that city. G. Mag.'  And the last stone be witness of his fame.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 132 
To thee, great God, thy Britain owes    `On the glorious victory over the rebels at Culloden...G. Mag. [xvi], 1646'  Complet the glories of his name.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 94 
To Thee, my God, I hourly sigh    `Hymn 4...Collectn. poems'  Contentedly resign.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 88 
Too good for this base world of ours he proved    `Epitaph'  Where near th'eternal fair he dwells above.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 64 
Tortured with pain as late I sleepless lay    `A dream...Collecn poems'  And spite of scorn my ashes mix with thine.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 137 
Twas God that tuned the rolling spheres    `Job. 26.14. Paraphrased. L[ondon] Mag.'  Or who can trace my ways?  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 46 
Twas on a lofty vase's side  Gray, Thomas  `On the death of a favorite cat, drowned in a tub of goldfishes'  Nor all, that glisters, gold.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 213 
Urania say, what language shall I find    `Occasioned by a young lady's safe return from abroad'  To realms of bliss, and an unclouded day.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 186 
View not this spire by measure given  Prior, Matthew  `Engraven on a column in the church of Halstead in Essex...' [pr. Poems, 1718]  While deathless charity remains.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 27 
Waft us, oh God, from distant shores,    `An ode occasioned by a late pamphlet...of the future restoration of the Jews and Israelites to their own land etc. Lon[don] Mag.'  And crowns the whole with health and peace.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 61 
Welcome, dear Cynthia, from the shades of death,    `Left in a young lady's chamber...by a young lady of her acquaintance'  And learn to live, that you may know to die.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 53 
When Saul of old, with impious zeal    `The conversion of St. Paul Acts 9.6. Mr. B__'s [miscellany]'  Come, Jesus, mighty Savior, come!  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 145 
Whene'er the cruel hand of death    `An ode by an undergraduate of Lincoln College, Oxford...1776. Public advertiser'  Hear this, ye fair, for you yourselves are clay!  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 220 
Whether the immortal mind came down to earth    `In diem natalem...Collecn. poems'  The great eternal beauty shall rehearse.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 140 
While active thought unseals my eye    `A midnight thought. Collectn. poems'  And guide me till I come to thee.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 119 
While crowds my Lord, applaud your happy choice    `To the Rt. Hon. Lord Boyle, on his late marriage to Miss Hoare' [of Sturton, Wilts., 1753]  Shall grace the seat, or in the Senate shine.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 205 
Whilst happier brutes th'inspiring God obey    `On the present troubles in Europe, and the rest of the globe...Collec. poems'  He aimed at heaven, by imitating hell.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 114 
Why shoots this sudden horror through my breast    `Written Aug. 7 being the anniversary of a mother's death. Collectn. poems'  And treads with fearful steps the dangerous way.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 100 
With curious art the brain too finely wrought    `Written on a tombstone in Hanwell churchyard'  Blots out her powers, and leaves a blank behind.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 222 
With favor W__n, calm attention yield  Merrick, Mr.  `A letter to a friend'  Whom angels worship, and whom saints adore.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 169 
Would Heaven, to whom such mighty gifts belong    `Paraphrase on I Corinth. xiii. Charity displayed'  Diviner honors, and an endless name.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 181 
Wrapt and involved in one unclouded blaze,    `Job. Chap. 38, paraphrased...Collect. poems'  Springs o'er the mounds, and rends his trembling prey.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 106 
Ye angels! Who with golden wings o'erspread    `Epitaph for a yong lady. Collect. poems'  Peace wait thy dust, and peace thy sacred shade.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 73 
Ye tender virgins! You that know the pain    `Cantic. Chap. 5. Collect. poems'  For grief is an unheard of stranger there.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 74 
Ye weeping muses, graces, virtues, tell    `To the memory of Capt. Grenville...G[entleman's] M[agazine]...1747'  He unrepining, for his country died.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 192 
Ye works of God, on Him alone  Merrick, James, Trinity Coll., Oxford  `Benedicite or the song of the three children. Paraphrased by Mr. J[ames] Merrick of Trin. Coll. Oxon' [pr. Poems on sacred subjects, 1763, and in Dodsley's Collection, 1755]  In hymns of endless praise.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 5 
Yes! 'tis a glorious thought! The worthy mind    `On the death of Sir Thomas Abney kt...G[entleman's] M[agazine' [1737]  And blesses as he gives the just applause.  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 201 
Yet while we live, what gratitude we owe!    `Written immediately after the second shock of an earthquake. 8 Mar. 1749. G[entleman's] M[agazine]'  Ere means, occasion, time shall be no more!  Bodley  Eng. poet. e. 39  p. 198