Union First Line Index of English Verse

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


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A veteran sir! whose last act on the stage Intreats your smiles for sickness and for age  Garrick, David (?)  An occasional prologue spoken by Mr Garrick the last time of his performing, 'towards increasing a fund for the relief of those who, from their infirmities, shall be obliged to quit the stage'  Olympus shakes - that power (?) all secures May every joy you give, be tenfold yours  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 80r [bis]-81r 
Beneath this stone lies Katharine Gray Chang'd from a busy life to lifeless clay  Anonymous  Solution of before-written epitaph  In some tall pitcher or broad pan She in her shop may be again  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 136v 
Calista's hapless fate, her guilty flame And peace of mind exchang'd for endless shame  Whaley, John  On a Lady's weeping to hear the Fair Penitent read  So shalt thou wisely shun the fatal snare Nor want that pity which thou shew'st to her  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 134v-135r 
Disguised in garb; bereft of common sense Undignify'd by wit; to learning no patience  Anonymous  The Fool, an acrostic, addressed to the Duke of Cumberland and Lady Grosvinor  No proof more plain - behold the lover's school Detected on the bed an Ma'am and Fool"  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 148r 
God prosper long our noble King Our lives and safetie[s] all  Anonymous  Chevy-Chase  The stout Earls of Northumberland A vow to God did make  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 138v 
Had paving London streets in taste Been left to me alone  Anonymous  On the Scotch Pavement  On Scotchman's heads we might have trod And Bute the corner stone  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 124v 
Here lies father and mother and I Who all dy'd in the space of one short year  Godfrey, John  An exact copy of an epitaph in the Church-yard at Andover, in Hampshire  They all lies buried at Wimple in this county Except I, - and I lies buried here  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 79v 
How vain is he who fancies he was made To live, then sleep in everlasting shade  Anonymous  On Atheism  Give praise in Health, and kiss affliction's rod Religion with Hope, and trust alone in God  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 64v-65r 
I had both money and a friend by both I set great store I lent my money to my friend and took his word therefore  Anonymous    If I'd both money and my friend as I have had before I'd keep my money and my friend and play the fool no more  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 88r 
I hold for faith What Rome's Church saith / What England's church allows  Anonymous  The Jesuits Double-fac'd creed in three languages  Who their communion flies Is Catholic and wise  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 89v-90r 
I love with all my heart The Anabaptist part / The royal cavalier  Anonymous    In this opinion I Resolve to live and die  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 144r 
I saw a peacock, with a fiery tail I saw a blazing comit, drop down hail  Gough, Richard  The method to read the underwritten lines, so as to make them possible, is by a due attention to the points  I saw the sun, in the middle of the night I saw the man that saw this wond'rous sight  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 138r 
If breath was made for every Man to buy The poor man cou'd not live; the rich wou'd not die  Wotton, Sir Henry  An Epigram    U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 144r 
Lost in the mournful wood at eve While round the awful torrents roll  Anonymous  Ode to Fear  And in such raptur'd dreams the fancy steep As render more endear'd the Deity of sleep  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 128r-131r 
On Thames' fair banks I mournful sped my way Thick mists arose, and veil'd the face of day  Anonymous  Brittania's grief on the death of her most worthy patriot, Alderman Benn  'Till such a one is found, ne'er cease with me To weep his loss - revere his memory"  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 1r-2r 
Says Curry to Scott Since one eye's our lot  Anonymous  An Epigram  By each honest Briton Is what I'm not able to bear  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 77v 
Since my first steps upon the stage Where all mankind a part must act  Anonymous  The following epitaph is on a tombstone in the church at Nassington in Northamptonshire, on a fiddler and dancing-master  Lord grant that my last rising steps May be to sing my maker's praise  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 71v 
Some in this sacred mansion may reside Who lost their parents in their infant years  Anonymous  The Magdalen  Nor seek with foul derision to expose And give to Infamy their tainted name  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 125r-126v 
Struck with religious awe, and solemn dread I view these gloomy mansions of the dead  Moore, Revd Mr  A soliloquy, written in a Country Churchyard  It bids you lay all Vanity aside O what a lecture this for human pride!  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 70r-71r 
The best may slip The most cautious fall  Anonymous  The following lines are wrote in a window in the Long Room at Copenhagen House  He's more than mortal Who n'er (?) err'd at all  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 87v 
The sprightly herald of the newborn day Proclaims once more at hand, the morning's blush  Anonymous  An Ode on Morning  Creation. One universal smile appears And all things triumph in the general joy  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 133v-134r 
The time's at hand! Oh! what an awful check To bold aspiring thoughts! to lowly worldlings  Johnson, Miss C.C.  Thoughts on looking at a Sun-Dial, with this motto "The time is at hand"  Your harps you'll tune to your Creator's praise Nor cease t'adore a dying Saviour's love  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 142r-143v 
The word explains itself without the Muse And her four letters speak whence come the News  Anonymous  On the derivation of the word News  From north, east, west, south, the solution's made Each quarter gives account of war and trade  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 79v 
The world, my dear Mira, is full of deceit And friendship's a jewel, we seldom can meet  Anonymous  A Song  Then change but the prospect, and point out distress No longer to court you they'll eagerly press  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 147r 
Thrice happy Wilkes whose name we love Whose late distress ne'er think a blot  Anonymous  A Poem on Mr Wilkes  In short to send him to the Tower For telling truths about a Scot  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 132v-133r 
Tis done, the world is once more wound in night There the faint moon, there the dull earth beams light  Anonymous  On the Resurrection  Continue all psalms and hymns, and songs we sing To God our husband, Father, Lord, and King  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 145r 
Under this stone Doth lie old Joan  Anonymous  Another epitaph against the back of the Chancel in Southampton Church-yard  Who not caring to lie alone Sav'd a little money to buy her a head stone  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 79v 
Unhappy the man, who too promptly defends Or staves off a debt for the best of his friends  Anonymous  Epigram - against giving security for others  Tho' faith 'tis so hard the right honest to know I shall always keep mine in the pouch or bureau  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 78v 
What dreadful words are these salute my ear? Arise ye dead, for judgement now prepare  Anonymous  A night-thought in a storm or these words: Arise ye dead, and come to judgement  See! uncontroul'd consuming lightnings rowl And fire the guilty World from pole to pole  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 64r 
What halcyon days, they cried, would follow peace Plenty would turn, and all our burthens cease  Anonymous  On the excise laid on Cyder, in the year 1763  Instead of that, a new excise we see And even our apples must not grow Scot-free  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 127r 
What Walpole could not do, the Scotchman tries And would entral you by th'accursed exile  Anonymous  Epigram on the Excise on Cyder  No, no, ye hearts of oak, the world shall see That they who conquer others, will be free  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 127v 
When Troy was doom'd to fall, each step conspir'd To make the power of Fate the more admir'd  Anonymous  The Power of Fate, in the Destruction of Troy  Himself first victim of his fav'rite's sway But why should others suffer? Justice, say!  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 137r-v 
Who can believe, with common sense A bacon slice can give offence  Anonymous  On a gentleman who refused to eat a slice of bacon with an egg, in Lent  Wrapt up in Majesty divine Does God regard on what we dine?  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 78r 
With doubt__joy__apprehension almost dumb To face this awful Court once more I come  Garrick, David (?)  Prologue, spoke to the play of "Much ado about Nothing", acted by command of his Majesty, on November 28, 1765  Then cocks his hat, looks fierce, and swells his chest 'Tis for my King, and zounds[?], I'll do my best  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 106  f. 141r-v