Union First Line Index of English Verse

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


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A proclamation from the K[ing]  Sharpe, M.  `Upon a proclamation for a fast'  We'll loyal stomachs find.  Yale  c.116  p. 28 
Accept this tribute of an humble muse,    `An epistle to Mrs B__'  The pageantry of courts and pomp.  Yale  c.116  p. 48 
Anna, take this damask rose,  O., Miss [ ]  `By Miss O to Mrs S sent with a fullblown rose and a bud in [the] year 1754'  Yes you my fair, the world and I.  Yale  c.116  p. 25 
At the close of the day when the hamlet is still,  Beattie, James, 1735_1803  `The hermit'  O when shall it dawn on the night of the grave!  Yale  c.116  p. 53 (incomplete) 
Before creating nature will'd    `A riddle [on nothing] by a young lady'  Read and you have me for your pains.  Yale  c.116  p. 39 
Below, in bed  M___, T.  `An epitaph for Mr. Shuter when it may please God to call him' [6 April 1765]  Correct it in thyself.  Yale  c.116  p. 51 
Bet,__receive my gratulation__    `A congratulatory ode to Miss Surflen, the ladies' fair guide at Margate, on her marriage with a son of Vulcan'  Sea-born Ma'am of heavenly kind.  Yale  c.116  p. 42 
Careful observers may foretell the hour,  Swift, Jonathan, 1667_1745  `A description of a shower in London'  Dead cats, and turnip tops come tumbling down the flood.  Yale  c.116  p. 2 
Chill'd by the northern winds, the muse complains    `A full and true account of the tragical end of Diamond and Jolly who were condemned to a cruel and ignominous death by the Revd Wm Barker their master showing how many miseries they endured and how they prevented their aforesaid master's cruelty by wisel  Both are dead, forever live their fame.  Yale  c.116  p. 20 
Come sweet repose, and calm my breast,  L., A.  `On sleep'  Indifferent then to me to sleep or die.  Yale  c.116  p. 7 
Enough, keen satirist! enough thy pen    `To Mr. [Alexander] Pope upon sending the Dunciad to V. C.'  And leaves no room for thy satiric rage.  Yale  c.116  p. 38 
Ere manhood is reach'd, the fond youth tells his tale,    `A caution to unthinking females'  Who in courtship are honest, or mean to deceive.  Yale  c.116  p. 49 
Fair was her form, more fair her gentle mind,    `Epitaph on Mrs. Moody who died at Bristol'  Oh stay and drop the tender tribute here.  Yale  c.116  p. 60 
From Whimple [Wimpole?] there came half a buck to Clarehall.      They shall e'en have the Pasly but we'll have the haunch.  Yale  c.116  p. 44 
Genteel is my Damon, engaging his air    `The following copy of verse said to be the production of a very great personage' [Queen Charlotte, 1765]  Since the picture I've drawn is exactly the man.  Yale  c.116  p. 50 
Had thy spouse Dr. Douglas been ta'en from thy side  Mansel, William Lort, 1753_1820  `Epigram'  Thou with truth might'st have said, `Thou art bone of my bone.'  Yale  c.116  p. 55 
Here lies the day that darkness could not blind,    `Upon brass plate in little Bradley church'  Set up this tomb, herself turn'd to a stone.  Yale  c.116  p. 37 
Hush! hush! my dearest lovely boy!  Sharpe, M.  [on his infant son sleeping upon his arm. Oct 21, 1730]  Thy father's darling mother's joy.  Yale  c.116  p. 26 
I'm not High Church, nor Low Church, nor Tory nor Whig,  H___ , A.  `Honble Mr. A. H___'s answer to the question put to him What art thou'  I submit to the will of a merciful God.  Yale  c.116  p. 29 
Let vulgar souls endure a length of days,    `On the death of a young man (Samuel Forlow) much lamented'  And point the way to happiness and thee!  Yale  c.116  p. 62 
Noble's the subject but yet hard to tell,    `On the death of a young lady. Mrs. Susannah Layton'  The world in flames had been again undone.  Yale  c.116  p. 1 
Now hear me, O Molly, no longer I'm dying    `A new song'  Come drink about one two three__and three. | Come drink &c.  Yale  c.116, loose page inserted in front   
Oh would some muse propitious deign t'inspire,    `A poem on Westow by a lady'  And safe to port his deep-fraught bark convey.  Yale  c.116  p. 17 
Reader attend, ambition is my theme,    `Ambition a poem'  Then this thy rule, be honest and be just.  Yale  c.116  p. 45 
Saint Paul has pronounced that persons, though twain  Mansel, William Lort, 1753_1820  `On Dr. Douglas a remarkable thin man'  And have cried `These two splinters should make but one bone'  Yale  [?c.116, p. 53]   
Since you, dear doctor sav'd my life  Hanmer, Sir Thomas, 4th bart., 1677_1746  `T. H. To Sr H[ans] S[loa]n who (under God) saved his life and desired him to send him all the rarities he could collect in his travels'  I've got one grain of rich content.  Yale  c.116  p. 31 
Six London squires one morning rose,    `The Sunday ride'  And so they walk'd to town.  Yale  c.116  p. 56 
This little garden little Jowett made,  *Mansel, William Lort, 1753_1820; Wrangham, Francis, 1769_1842  `Epigram'  He changed it to a little gravel walk.  Yale  c.116  p. 55 
Thy parents fondly wish'd that thou  Sharpe, M.  `An epitaph by Mr S[harpe] intended for his daughter A[nna] S[harpe] whom he believed dying aged ten years, Sept 7th 1744'  For years thou hast eternity.  Yale  c.116  p. 27 
To Thee O God, I raise my fearful eyes;  B., A.  `Wrote in affliction'  Will give an exceeding weight of glory at last....  Yale  c.116  p. 8 (incomplete) 
Unconquer'd hope, thou bane of fear,    `Hope'  But rais'd by her the humble slave may nie [sic].  Yale  c.116  p. 5 (var.) 
When all was wrapt in sable night    `George and D__y or the injured'  Farewell remember me.  Yale  c.116  p. 10 
When our gracious good Q[uee]n was brought safely to bed,    `On a late appointment of a nurse'  Give your sons jockey milk, and they'll beat the French hollow.  Yale  c.116 (2 copies), loose page inserted in front & p. 65   
When our gracious good Q[uee]n was brought safely to bed,    `On a late appointment of a nurse'  Give your sons jockey milk and they'll beat the French hollow.  Yale  c.116  p. 65 
When sounds like thine attract the list'ning ear    `To the Revd Mr Rider on hearing his sermon on the birth of a prince at St Luke's Old Street'  And own him bless'd__because he fears the Lord.  Yale  c.116  p. 41 
Whoe'er like me with trembling anguish brings  Mason, William, 1724_1797  `Epitaph on Mrs. Mason who died of a consumption at Bristol; by her husband'  And not to earth resign'd her, but to God.  Yale  c.116  p. 61 (attr. [ ] Mason) 
Would you think it, my Duck, for the fault I must own,  Moore, Jenny (Hamilton)  `Miss Jenny H[a]m[i]lt[o]n [before her wedding to the poet Edward Moore, 4 Dec. 1749] to Miss Duck' [daughter to Stephen Duck]  It begins with an M but I dare not say more.  Yale  c.116  p. 35