Union First Line Index of English Verse

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


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A virtuoso had a mind to see One that would never discontented be  King, William; D.C.L.  The incurious, by the same  And since that really is your design Pray let me just step home & fetch you mine  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 108-110 
As some fond virgin whom her mother's care Drags from the town to wholsome country air  Pope, Alexander  To a young lady under the name of Zephalinda on her leaving the town after the coronation  Vext to be still in town I knit my brow Look sow'r & hum a song as you may now  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 121-23 
At Trumpington not far from Cambridge stood Across a pleasant stream a bridge of wood  Betterton, Thomas  The miller of Trompington, on the Reve's Tale from Chaucer  And thus the miller of his fear is eas'd The mother & the daughter both well pleas'd  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 128-40 
Begone ye critics and restrain your spite Codrus writes on and will for ever write  Pope, Alexander  To the author of a poem entituled Successio  To prove a dull succession to be true Since 'tis enough we find it so in you  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 99-100 
Beneath the shade which beechen boughs diffuse You Tityrus entertain your sylvan muse  Dryden, John  Virgil's first pastoral, or Tityrus and Meliboeus. [The Argument follows.]  For see yon sunny hill the shade extends And curling smoke from cottages ascends  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[A] 1-6 
But see where artful Dryden next appears Grown old in rhime but charming ev'n in years  Addison, Joseph  Mr Addison's character of Mr Dryden's writings in general  From her no harsh unartfull numbers fall She wears all dresses & she charms in all  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p. 5 (prelims.) 
By milk-white doves as drawn of old Venus the queen of love  Anonymous  On Lady Katharine Hyde's picture, drawn by Sir Godfrey Kneller. Venus mistaken.  Apelles is outdone by Kneller As Venus is by Hyde  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 120 
Chloe a coquette in her prime The vainest fickle thing alive  Travin, R; [Crum]  On the marriage of an old maid  Grown old and destitute of oil Rust to a point and fix at last  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 111 
Freeman and Wild two hot young gallants Fam'd thro' the town for swinging talents  Fenton, Elijah  The two friends. Imitated from Monsieur de La Fontaine.  Cries Wild to Freeman thou'lt be damn'd Ay ay Ned but I won't be shamm'd  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 101-02 
From London Paul the carrier coming down To Wantage meets a beauty of the town  King, William; D.C.L.  Little mouths  Is that the point? I wish the three were ten I warrant I'll find mouth if they'll find men  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 100-01 
Ho swain what shepherd owns those ragged sheep Aegon's they are he gave them me to keep  Dryden, John  Third pastoral, or Palaemon. Menalcas, Dametas, Palaemon. [The Argument follows.]  Now dam the ditches and the floods restrain Their moisture has already drench'd the plain  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[A] 13-22 
I first transferr'd to Rome Sicilian strains Nor blush'd the Doric Muse to dwell on Mantuan plains  Dryden, John  Sixth pastoral, or Silenus. [The Argument follows.]  Till unperceiv'd the Heav'ns with stars were hung And hidden night surpriz'd the yet unfinish'd song  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[A] 35-40 
I sung flocks tillage heroes Mantua gave Me life Brundusium death Naples a grave  Chetwood, Knightly ?      U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p. 4 (prelims.) 
Mountown thou sweet retreat from Dublin cares Be famous for thy apples and thy pears  King, William; D.C.L.  Mully of Mountown  She dies stop here my muse forbear the rest And veil that grief which cannot be exprest  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 115-19 
Sicilian muse begin a loftier strain Though lowly shrubs and trees that shade the plain  Dryden, John  Fourth pastoral, or Pollio. [The Argument follows.]  Then smile the frowning infant's doom is read No god shall crown the board nor goddess bless the bed  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[A] 23-26 
Silence coeval with eternity Thou wer't e'er nature first began to be  Pope, Alexander  On silence, in imitation of the style of the late E. of R.  Lord's quibble critic's jest all end in thee All rest in peace at last & sleep eternally  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 112-14 
Since on the downs our flocks together feed And since my voice can match your tuneful reed  Dryden, John  Fifth pastoral, or Daphnis. [The Argument follows.]  But what I cou'd refuse at his request Is yours unask'd for you deserve it best  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[A] 27-34 
So fair so young so innocent so sweet So ripe a judgment and so rare a wit  Dryden, John  Epitaph on Mrs Margaret Paston, of Barningham in Norfolk  Too justly ravish'd from an age like this Now she is gone the world is of a piece  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 114 
That all from Adam first began Sure none but Wh--ston doubts  Anonymous  The old gentry, out of French  Your sires i'th'morning left their plow And ours i'th'afternoon  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 104 
Think not by rig'rous judgment seiz'd A pair so faithful cou'd expire  Pope, Alexander  Epitaph made on two lovers struck dead with one flash of lightning as they were at work in the fields near Oxford  Virtue unmov'd can hear the call And face the flash that melts the ball  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 127 
Thus far of tillage and of heavenly signs Now sing my muse the growth of generous vines  Dryden, John  The second book of the Georgics. [The Argument follows.]  But over labour'd with so long a course Tis time to set at ease the smoaking horse  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 29-61 
Thy fields propitious Pales I rehearse And sing thy pastures in no vulgar verse  Dryden, John  The third book of the Georgics. [The Argument follows.]  Till the slow creeping evil eats his way Consumes the parching limbs and makes the life his prey  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 63-96 
Thy relics Rowe to this fair shrine we trust And sacred, place by Dryden's awful dust  Pope, Alexander  Epitaph design'd for Mr Rowe in Westminster Abbey. To the memory of Nicholas Rowe Esq. his wife erected this monument  One grateful woman to thy fame supply'd What a whole thankless land to his deny'd  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 111 
Twas sung of old how one Amphion Could by his verses tame a lion  Broome, William  Poverty and poetry  Are paid with fame and wooden leg And gain a pass with leave to beg  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 123-25 
Underneath this stone does lie As much virtue as could die  Jonson, Ben  Epitaph by Mr Dryden [sic] on his sweetheart  Who in her life did vigour give To as much beauty as could live  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 126 
Welcome thou friendly earnest of fourscore Promise of wealth that hast alone the pow'r  Anonymous  On the first fit of the gout  My humble suit and either give me store To entertain thee or ne'er see me more  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 103-04 
What makes a plenteous harvest when to turn The fruitful soil and when to sow the corn  Dryden, John  The first book of Virgil's Georgics. [The Argument follows.]  Nor reins nor curbs nor threat'ning cries they fear But force along the trembling charioteer  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 1-28 
When at our house the servants brawl And raise an uproar in the hall  Rowe, Nicholas  Verses made to a simile of Mr Pope's  Thus bullies sometimes keep the peace And one scold makes another cease  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 102-03 
When money and my blood run high My muse was reckon'd wond'rous pretty  Stepney, George  Verses imitated from the French of Mounsieur Maynard, To Cardinal Richlieu  How like a coxcomb should I stand What wou'd your lordship have me say?  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 125-26 
Young Corydon th'unhappy shepherd swain The fair Alexis lov'd but lov'd in vain  Dryden, John  Second pastoral, or Alexis. [The Argument follows.]  On willow twigs employ thy weaving care And find an easier love tho' not so fair  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[A] 7-12 
Young Rus Slouch the farmer had a jolly wife That knew all the conveniences of life  King, William; D.C.L.  The old cheese  No need no need of cheese cries Slouch I'll swear I think I've din'd as well as my lord mayor  U. Leeds, Brotherton  Lt 20  p.[B] 105-07