Union First Line Index of English Verse

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


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'Tis ruin to be caught! each jury shows  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `Kenionana. A friendly hint to all modern adventurers in an extempore translation of a line in Horace'  No gilding's dearer, than of c[u]ck[ol]d brows.  Yale  c.193  p. 149 
'Twas when the rosy morn began to rise,  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `The pleasures of a country life. A school exercise'  All o'er his limbs, and seal his eyes in sleep.  Yale  c.193  p. 60 
Attend, my child, the mortal lay:  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `To my daughter on her 11th birthday'  As others, at their mid-day height.  Yale  c.193  p. 106 
By envious wits abus'd so long,  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `To Miss Harriet Hussey in a set of Pope's works__Bp. Warburton's edition. Instead of a copy of verse on her birthday'  And study, e'er they close with,__man.  Yale  c.193  p. 105 
Cease, beauteous nymph! Oh cease to weep;  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `The dead dormouse to its sorrowing mistress' [Gentleman's magazine, November 1747]  Of endless sleep, her heav'n! possess'd.  Yale  c.193  p. 130 
Come, come, my friends! no more delay:  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `An invitation to two abstemious friends (Dr. Johnson and Mr. Cave) to Bush[e]y in Herts. in the true modern strain of sinking in poetry'  Because you neither drink nor eat.  Yale  c.193  p. 115 
Dear Jane, two godmothers contend,  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `Sent with a little baby house bed, bought by one godmother, and worked by the other, to Miss Jenny Jacob'  Is fairly worth the other ten.  Yale  c.193  p. 102 
From what strange motive springs this gen'ral cry,  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `The first satire of the first Book of Horace, paraphrased. A college exercise'  I've done: nor will I add a couplet more.  Yale  c.193  p. 79 
Has not my friend transported run,  Wilson, Cuthbert  `To my friend the Reverend Mr. Barrett with a paper book'  And calls eternity its own.  Yale  c.193  p. 1 
I pray thee leave, love me no more,  Drayton, Michael, 1563_1631  `From Drayton's works. To his coy love, a canzonet'  I cannot live without thee.  Yale  c.193  p. 36 
If Valvine, (says the jolly Dean,)      As Norris, or his leaner wife.  Yale  c.193  p. 95 
Illustrious prince! whom far above  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `Extract of a Pindaric ode, upon the late action in Flanders; inscribed to his r[oyal] H[ighness] William Duke of Cumberland' [Gentleman's magazine, May 1745]  The Iliad's hero not so great as thine!  Yale  c.193  p. 117 
Lie heavy on him, Earth! for he  Evans, Abel?  `Written extempore on Sir Christopher Wren, architect of St Paul's, Blenheim and other heavy buildings [or on Sir John Vanbrugh?], in imitation of the ancients'  Laid many a heavy load on thee.  Yale  c.193  p. 132 (on Sir Christopher Wren) 
Lovely flow'r! That smiling rose,  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `To Miss Harriet Hussey (on her birthday the 7th of June 1762) three years old, who had adopted me some time before, for her father'  And leave it,__more than half-divine.  Yale  c.193  p. 96 
My Celia's neck, less white than snow,  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `On a young lady of Cant[erbur]y' [Gentleman's magazine, April 1746]  An unison of soul.  Yale  c.193  p. 123 
My time! O ye muses! was happily spent,  Byrom, John, 1692_1763  `The following song, inserted in the Spectator, was written by...on Miss Betty one of the daughters of the great Dr. Bentley'  I thought it was spring, but, alas! It was she.  Yale  c.193  p. 146 
O'er Pindus late, devoid of care!  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `To my much-honored friend Mr. Cuthbert Wilson upon his recovery from a fever and rheumatism in the head: under the care of Dr. Pit. at Oxford'  Their son's, their poets' health went round.  Yale  c.193  p. 9 
Phyllis, the darling muse's friend, retir'd  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `Phyllis a pastoral. A school exercise'  And shoot, through the thick gloom, a feeble ray.  Yale  c.193  p. 67 
Return, my child, O soon return  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `To Miss Barrett gone to Faversham for one night; an epigram, in imitation of the Greeks. 1787'  All happiness restor'd.  Yale  c.193  p. 133 
Since oft, fair infidel! we wish'd to prove  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `Male constancy exemplified in the story of Stellus: a peacock. To Mrs. M___'  Constant, melodious, and even blest in death.  Yale  c.193  p. 98 
Sing, Muse, how rebel Titans rose,  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `The battle of the giants: an allegorical poem on the suppression of the rebellion in 1745 by the Duke of Cumberland' [pr. 1746 (Foxon B87)]  And bid with peace the skies be blest.  Yale  c.193  p. 107 
S[t]atesmen, and courtiers! by your leave,  Prior, Matthew, 1644_1721  `Prior's epitaph on himself'  Let Bourbon or Nassau go higher.  Yale  c.193  p. 59; see also `Courtiers and heraldsà', `Heralds and courtiersà', `Nobles and heraldsà'. 
Sweet babe, thrice welcome stranger! final fruit  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `To Miss Mary Barrett; an infant. By her father'  And weep sad requiems o'er thy honor'd tomb.  Yale  c.193  p. 103 
Sweet nymph! whose matchless virtues void of art,  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `A love epistle' [Gentleman's magazine, November 1746]  He stands of love's best paradise, the heir.  Yale  c.193  p. 126 
Thou pow'r supreme, by whose command I live,  Carter, Elizabeth, 1717_1806  `Eliza on her own birthday'  And take my soul, expiring, to thy arms.  Yale  c.193  p. 42; see also `Wake O my soulà'. 
Thy Grubstreet satire, poor empiric!  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `The challenge...Litera provocatoria' [on Colley Cibber]  For thee and Satan I defy.  Yale  c.193  p. 30 
Thy servant R___ Moone of late  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `On a hint of my son-in-law, Edward Jer. Curteis [senior] that it would be a funny affair, if my servant, whose name was Moone should beget a Sun. Written in 1791'  'Tis yours__to let off__or to print.  Yale  c.193  p. 141 
Underneath this stone does lie  Jonson, Ben, 1573_1637  `Epitaph by...'  To as much beauty as could live.  Yale  c.193  p. 48 
What sits so heavy, Thyrsis, on your brow?  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `Corydon and Thyrsis. A pastoral. A school exercise'  Inspired by Phoebus, and the sacred nine.  Yale  c.193  p. 73 
When once the moon begets a sun;  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `The prophecy'  There's been an act of grace in hell.  Yale  c.193  p. 142 
Why shed we unavailing tears?  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `On the death of Edward Jeremiah Curteis j[unio]r....in the fifth year of his age'  Dear youth! had been the same as thine?  Yale  c.193  p. 148 
Wine, vices, women, Vander Bruin!  Barrett, Stephen, 1718_1801  `Epigram on an extravagant son of a whore...' [in reference to Prior's `Fire, water, women...']  Wine, vices, women were thy making.  Yale  c.193  p. 104