First Line Index

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A fruitful soil a plenteous harvest yields And a kind shower drops fatness on the fields Coyte, William, Senior Harvest, or Industry. By the Same Nor kindly showers such plenty can bestow As the dew dropping from the labourer's brow U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 101r

A knife, dear girl, cuts love, they say Mere modish love perhaps it may Bishop, Samuel Sent by a Gentleman to his Lady, with a Present of a Knife All thoughts of cutting will disdain Save only,'cut and come again' U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 86r-87r

A new disease has here appear'd To the bowels a vexation Coyte, William, Senior (?) London - 1750 Our mayor had it; but, (don't laugh,) Th'Attorney-General took it off U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 97v

A word that's composed of three letters alone Which is backwards and forwards the same Boylston, (?) From Mr. Boylston Without speaking a word makes its sentiments known And to beauty lays principal claim U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 83r

An epigram to please can never fail If, glow-worm like, it shineth in the tail Coyte, William, Senior (?) U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 97v

As careless in the park I stray'd Beneath the lime-trees' scented shade Pott, W. On seeing the Honourable Lady Shaw drawing her Son in a child's Phaeton. Heighten'd the thousand beauties there And all the goddess stood confest U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 82v-83r

As I sat pensive in my elbow-chair Four nymphs appear'd, O how divinely fair! Coyte, William, Senior A Bowl of Punch. By the Same I'll drink, no longer anxious of my fate Nor the poor rich will envy, nor the little great U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 101v-102r

As Venus, waiving once her state Indulg'd me with a Tete a Tete Pinnell, Peter (?) To Sylvia - presented with a Ring, bearing this Motto, The Nonpareil 'Tis she, in short, who bears the bell, Confess'd by all - The Nonpareil U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 50r-53r

Assist me, Fancy, whilst myself I sing, And every gay idea with thee bring Coyte, William, Senior A Riddle by the Same Betwixt us, I so little difference see I must conclude you are a kin to me U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 99r-99v

But as he weigh'd his gold, grim death in spite Cast in his dart, which made three moidores light *Johnson, Esther (attr.)? or Swift, Jonathan? Part of an Elegy upon Demar. By Stella And when he saw his darling money fail Blew his last breath, to sink the lighter scale U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 95r

Could you, Lucinda, view my breast You'd see a constant flame Pinnell, Peter (?) Colin to Lucinda - (The Tune - 'what beauteous scenes'.) By true affection always bound Or else, for ever free U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 63r-64r

Cried Celia, when she lost poor Button O! where's a grave his bones to put in? - Pinnell, Peter (?) An Epigram In answer quick reply'd a droll His grave shou'd be a - button-hole U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 59r

Cries old Corinna, apropos A rare interpretation Pinnell, Peter (?) Occasioned by the Above Thou's little cause to be afraid And you may safely vow U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 65r

Doctor, my case is very bad I scarce can it endure Coyte, William, Senior The Parson and Physician 'Tis like your living, Sir, I said It is a sine-cure U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104t 107 f. 97r

Go happy note, and haste away My warmest wishes to convey Pinnell, Peter (?) And these last lines are to request her To give this honest man a tester U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 62r

Go, happy paper, gently steal And underneath her pillow lie Coyte, William, Senior (?) Her eyes wou'd measure out my days And when she slept, it shou'd be night U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 102v-103r

Guess, gentle lady, if you can A thing that's wond'rous common Pinnell, Peter Enigma [and] Solution Shew'd them the thing was very clear And took - a pinch of snuff U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 80r-81r

Had fate propitious made it mine In Claude's or Titian's sphere to shine Pinnell, Peter (?) Verses occasioned by the Advice to the Dwarf at Tunbridge Wells And injur'd beauty's best defence Against reproach, is innocence U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 73r-75r

Here in the earth's cold bosom lies entomb'd A man, whose sense by every virtue grac'd Craven, Elizabeth, Lady Lady Craven now Margravine of Anspack's Epitaph upon the Reverend Charles Jener, Vicar of Claybrook, Leicester. - Died May 14th 1774. Aged 38. Of one, who liv'd to make his friends And all the world, regret he e'er shoud die U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104t 102 f. 83v

Here sleeps inurn'd the minister to woe That taught the heart to feel, the eye to flow Anonymous An Epitaph Upon Dr. Dodd Here cease enquiry, blessing made him blest Let pity veil the page that speaks the rest U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 94v

Here tracing duty's path, redeem'd from care, I heal my sorrows with the balm of prayer Anonymous Found written in a Lady's Prayer Book While they who pine with hope to feed their grief Caress their anguish and resist relief U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 94v

How saint-like these sweet babes appear Nay saints these sweet babes surely are Pinnell, Peter On seeing Lady Bathurst's Children asleep, and her saying, how much like little Saints they look'd Tis truth confirms, not fiction paints An angel's offspring must be saints U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 81r

I can easily prove, tho' no subtle disputer That the feminine gender quite beggars the neuter Pinnell, Peter (?) But with truth might I say, 'I as rich as a Jew am' Cou'd I but secure the possession of Tuam U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 79r

I cannot tread upon the worm Tho' in my path it lay Coyte, William, Senior Compassion or Coyte I with the orphan sorrow share And with the widow mourn U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 98r-98v

If from the shadow of my fair Such pleasure will accrue Pinnell, Peter (?) Upon seeing Lucinda's Picture Say, was the real substance there What wou'd that substance do? U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 65r

If just and virtuous, to this tomb draw near If knave or hyprocrite, shrink back with fear Baker, G. (?) An Epitaph If he but knew such here presumed to tread The stone wou'd lie much heavier on his head U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 57r

Imprimis, thro' a napkin strain The juice of common sense Pinnell, Peter (?) A Recipe for Love - in Answer to the female Receipt Then never never trust again The author or receipt U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 66r-67r

In Celia's eyes what charms appear! Cupid himself lies basking there Pinnell, Peter (?) Non omnia possumus omnes Minerva's wisdom, Juno's mien, With all the bloom of May U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 55r

No, 'twas the traitor's single plan And he by no advice was mov'd Anonymous The following Epigram wrote under the first Examination of the Assassin Damien, has been very much admir'd. In English Nature ne'er form'd another man By whom the king was not belov'd U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 96r

O thou, or friend, or stranger, who shall tread These solemn mansions of the silent dead More, Hannah In the same Church by Miss Hannah More the following Epitaph, Sacred to the Memory of Cleur Dicey, Who Died Oct. 3. 1775. Aged 60 Oh pause! reflect, repeat, resolve, amend Life has no length, eternity no end U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 84r

O when from her eyes the tears were seen Like crystal-drops, to pour Coyte, William, Senior (?) Cloe weeping I thought, her eyes the sun had been Gilding an April-shower U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 97r

O! shield me from his rage, celestial pow'rs This tyrant, that imbitters all my hours Johnson, Esther (?) Jealousy. - Suppos'd by Swift's Stella Or tell me, tyrants, have you both agreed That where one reigns, the other shall succeed U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 95r

Our Savior bids us pray for bread But lo! our bishops, wiser grown Pinnell, Peter (?) See the Prayer at the Time of the Distemper among the horned Cattle Pray for roast-beef; - they're better fed And cannot 'live on bread alone' U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 53r

Painting and poetry you know Were sisters many an age ago Pinnell, Peter (?) Advice to the Dwarf Painter at Tunbridge Wells Where free from envy, noise, and strife I'll loll away a laughing life! U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 68r-72r

Says Chloe, since all the ills of life From marriage seem to flow Pinnell, Peter (?) Chloe's Distinction between a Vow and a Resolution That resolutions she might break But solemn vows were binding U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 64r-65r

Sir, in my garden once had I The plant, morsus diaboli Coyte, William Epigrams But now, if you shou'd ask for it I have not the Devil a Bit U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 98v

So well the image of my fair Your pencil has exprest Pinnell, Peter (?) To the Painter That no produce of art can vie With nature's operation U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 66r

Take, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear Take that best gift, which Heav'n so lately gave Mason, William An Epitaph upon Mrs Mason, who died at the Hot-Wells, Bristol; written by her Husband the Reverend William Mason, Author of 'Elfrida and Caractacus' Heav'n lifts it's everlasting portal high And bids 'the pure in heart behold their God' U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 93r-94r

Tea once was sacred to the great But now's become the common treat Paston, (?) On Tea. By Dr Paston. 1730. My great uncle The lady's pleasure and their pain But still they drink, and still complain U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 82r

Tears, such as angels weep, should now diffuse Around this hallow'd earth, their holiest dews Delap, (?) Upon Lady Shelly [note at end of poem identifies her as 'Late Miss Newnham'] And sunk with that unsullied soul to rest Which Heav'n first breath'd into her infant breast U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 94r

The candle, quite eclips'd by Celia's eyes Vindictive to her spotless bosom flies Pinnell, Peter (?) Written by a Gentleman on letting a Candle fall upon the Bosom of a Lady Who wou'd not thither, like the taper, flie And on that dear, that beauteous, bosom die? U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 82r

The reason is, the snow descends from Heaven With such a feather-like and silent pace Coyte, William, Senior (?) Why do we forget the last Year's Snow? Epigram by Ditto. It makes no more impression, than on the ground On which, it falls unheard U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 97r

The sky is blue, by where the sun His daily course does take Coyte, William, Senior (?) Election Colours - Blue, and Yellow. (Ipswich) The dirty sand, we may suppose, It soon did yellow grow U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 100v-101r

This present should Lucinda view Such beauties wou'd occur Pinnell, Peter (?) Upon Lucinda's ordering a Looking-Glass to be sent to me As the same toy cou'd never shew To any one, but her U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104t 107 f. 66r

This trifle, Chloe, you'll disdain And think it absolutely vain Pinnell, Peter (?) Sent with an Essence Bottle Whose ruin by your frown is given But if you smile, tis Damon's Heaven U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 54r-55r

Tis reason's voice, that glitt'ring self True comfort never can impart Pinnell, Peter (?) Occasioned by my Partner's playing a Diamond, when I wanted a Heart To keep your diamonds to yourself And let me only have your heart U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 63r

Tis strange, as you and Hunter tread Such diff'rent paths, you both shou'd thrive Pinnell, Peter (?) His art is to preserve the dead By you we are preserv'd alive U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 78r

Tis true; you long appear'd to me Perfection's bright epitome Pinnell, Peter (?) To a Lady on her Tambour Work of Flowers And brand you for an errant cheat Because your works - are all deceit! U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 56r-57r

To you dear wife, (and all must grant A wife's no common confidante,) Bishop, Samuel By the same sent to his Wife with a Pocket looking Glass And send this faithful glass, that you When-e'er your [sic] please, may see her too U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 87r-89r

Two friends, and those so weak of sight Forbear me, Taylor, to bemoan Bishop, Samuel Extempore by the same to the Reverend Mr. Taylor, on meeting at his House, the Dean of Bristol, Dr. Barton, and the Reverend Mr. Fayling - both labouring under the Misfortune of an almost total Privation of Sight Born for peculiar taste and praise Live not to see, but to be seen U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 89r

Van's wife,__tho' dead,__by Hunter's art Preserv'd in pickle, cheats the eye Pinnell, Peter (?) Preserve our wives, whene'er you will So you preserve them not alive U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 78r

We find, that, in the course of nature Death is the lot of every creature Pinnell, Peter (?) To a Lady on the Death of her Lap-Dog, named Button - In Doggrels And tho' a dismal face you put on To grieve will not avail a - button! U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 58r-59r

What! can mere salt to the dead corpse restore That blood and colour it enjoy'd before? Pinnell, Peter (?) Sure, if in salt such quick'ning pow'rs are shown It must be Attic salt - and all your own U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 78r

When first, my friend, I read your song I thought indeed you'd seen a wonder Pott, W. (?) Answer to the above. By the same But little John and Lady S-w They're often taken for each other U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 83r

When truth from the regions of earth did remove In order to visit her kindred above Pinnell, Peter (?) An Imitation of Chaucer's Recantation adapted to the Tune of the Black Joke.- Female Inconstancy That one tongue, instead of a million, would do If men were but able to use it - like you U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 60r-62r

Whilst we lament, the very skies Dissolv'd in grief appear Pinnell, Peter (?) Spoken to a young lady, as she was departing from us on a rainy day Creation deigns to sympathize And nature drops a tear U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 63r

Who to the walls my trees did tie Now by the walls himself does lie Coyte, William, Senior On his old Gardener, John Forsdike. By the Same But from my garden John is now retir'd And in th'Elysian fields, another's hir'd U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 102r

Why droops the head, why languishes the eye? What means the loving tear, and frequent sigh? Pinnell, Peter A Sermon in Verse And let me, as instructed by thy son, In every station say - 'thy will be done' U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 1r-9r

With joy, illustrious Pratt, we see Another Camden live in thee Anonymous Upon Sir Charles Pratt, Lord Chief Justice of the Court of Common Pleas being created a Peer by the Title of Baron Camden from the Name of his House, formerly the Residence of the celebrated Historian Camden Britannia's boasted gifts, how true We read from him, but feel from you U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 96r-97r

Without equivocation's true That you, and I, can make but two Pinnell, Peter A Conundrum which solves itself in writing, but not in speaking With your two I, I's, while you're alive You'll often find V, stand for five U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 81r

Your hand and heart should never part But always move together Pinnell, Peter (?) Spoken extempore to a Lady at - assembly on her saying, 'here's my Hand, but not my Heart' So let your swain his wish obtain To have them both, or neither. U. Leeds, Brotherton Lt 104 f. 63r

Union First Line Index of English Verse

13^th-19^th Century (bulk 1500-1800)

Union First Line Index of English Verse

13th-19th Century (bulk 1500-1800)

13^th-19^th Century (bulk 1500-1800)