Union First Line Index of English Verse

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


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Fair Venus long with envious eyes,  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `On the right honble the Marchioness of Carmarthen's recovery from the smallpox'  That thousands may adore, and die.  Yale  c.147  p. 31 
For universal sway design'd,  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `To a young lady, on her intended voyage to the West Indies'  No more unconquer'd worlds remain.  Yale  c.147  p. 21 
Had I, Pygmalion-like, the pow'r,  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `The choice'  And make her more, than womankind.  Yale  c.147  p. 17 
In days of yore, when mother time,  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `An epistle to the right honble the Lord Lovelace'  Fresh girls, backgammon, and the vicar.  Yale  c.147  p. 38 
Must you alone then, happy flow'rs,  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `To a nosegay in Pancharilla's breast. From Bonefonius Bas. XI'  To taste one dear, transporting kiss.  Yale  c.147  p. 52 
On yon fair brook's enamell'd side,  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `To Chloe angling'  Love finds out one for you.  Yale  c.147  p. 12 
Poor Jenny am'rous, young, and gay,  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `The way to be wise. Imitated from La Fontaine'  If we had seen as much.  Yale  c.147  p. 54 
Since thou, relentless maid, canst daily hear  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `Written in a lady's volume of tragedies'  Consider how much more you owe to true.  Yale  c.147  p. 51 (attr. G. M.) 
The tuneful throng was ever beauty's care,  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `To the right honble the Lady Margaret Cavendish Harley'  Alike I'd scorn__your smiles are more than fame.  Yale  c.147  p. 35 
Too plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `Chloe to Strephon. A song'  To fight with love, and you.  Yale  c.147  p. 47 
When first I sought fair Celia's love,  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `A song'  Should I remember mine?  Yale  c.147  p. 46 
Whilst half asleep my Chloe lies,  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `Given to a lady with a watch which she borrowed to hang at her bed's head'  And think each precious moment flies too fast.  Yale  c.147  p. 49 
Whilst thousands court fair Chloe's love  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `To Chloe hunting'  Than those, whene'er you fly.  Yale  c.147  p. 15 
Whilst well-wrote lines our wond'ring eyes command  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `To [a lady in town after leaving the country], in answer to a letter, wrote in a fine hand'  To steal your hand, in hopes to steal your heart.  Yale  c.147  p. 9 
Whilst you, dear maid, o'er thousands born to reign,  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `To a lady in town soon after her leaving the country'  Lost in eternal night, again she dies.  Yale  c.147  p. 3 
White as her hand, fair Julia threw  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `The snowball from Petronius Afranius'  But with an equal fire.  Yale  c.147  p. 55 
Who uninspir'd can tread this sacred ground,  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `Written in the right honble the Earl of Oxford's library at Wimpole 1729'  And from her lips acquires a new resistless grace.  Yale  c.147  p. 27 
With gifts like these, the spoils of neighb'ring shores,  Jenyns, Soame,1704_1787  `To Miss Caesar. Sent with a present of stones, and shells, designed for a grotto'  With such a lovely nymph, in such a lovely bow'r.  Yale  c.147  p. 23