Union First Line Index of English Verse

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'Twas in the merry month of May    `Enigmas in The ladies' diary for the year 1748 answered'  Or that which warns the cook.  Yale  c.241  p. 117; see also previous. 
A buxom young beggar was toasting of cheese    `Toasted cheese'  The man__not the mouse__would be caught in the gin.  Yale  c.241  p. 78 
A Negro I, tho' sprung from northern clay [climes?],    `Another [riddle]'  And in an iron cage, like Bajazet, I die.  Yale  c.241  p. 81 
A rumor was spread thro' a village in Spain    `The miraculous image'  She'd have wept (I'll be sworn) when I bor'd her so deep.  Yale  c.241  p. 77 
Adam alone could not be easy,    `Marriage a la mode'  He never slept so sweet again, Sir.  Yale  c.241  p. 83 
As Roger was pulling, and towsing of Nan,    `Answer to [enigmas in The ladies' diary for 1747]'  When the swains shall all know what a vixen you are.  Yale  c.241  p. 116 
As Strephon to his room repairs,    `The short cloak'  The cloak had been as short again.  Yale  c.241  p. 79 
At the pleasing approach of the spring,    `Ode on Lady Ann Hamilton's birthday'  In health, in mirth, and pleasure! | Long may she live &c.  Yale  c.241  p. 112 
Attend thou sun, be watchful ev'ry star,    `Amanda's birthday'  The orb of beauty where you shone before.  Yale  c.241  p. 111 
Base-born child of pale-ey'd want,    `Ode to avarice'  None but jollity, and me.  Yale  c.241  p. 20 
Bear me, Faunus, gentle god,    `Song'  Let me never wake again.  Yale  c.241  p. 33 
Beneath the dust,  Beaver, Herbert  `To the pie-house memory of Moll Batchelor, late a pie-woman in Oxford by...C. C. C.'  In hopes that her crust will be rais'd.  Yale  c.241  p. 18; see also `Here lies Dickà', `Under this dustà', `Beneath in the dust' 
Betty who yet had look'd on man    `The fatal marriage' [of Joseph Smith and Elizabeth Bourchier of Long Hanborough]  Fair Proserpine away.  Yale  c.241  p. 25 
Clio, behold this charming day  Williams, Sir Charles Hanbury, 1708_1759  `Ode to Henry Fox esqr.'  To comfort English widows.  Yale  c.241  p. 47 
Cyprus must now two Venus's adore;    `On Stella'  She's a new muse, a Venus, and a grace.  Yale  c.241  p. 46 
From beauty did the brave ¦neas spring;    `On Lady Monthermer's being brought to bed of a son'  With a more num'rous race, or more divine.  Yale  c.241  p. 40 
From Winchester to you dear friend,  Shackleton, John  `A journey to Studland in a letter to a friend'  E'en take your horse and thither go.  Yale  c.241  p. 62 
Go, pretty bird, to Sylvia fly,    `Song__presenting a goldfinch to Sylvia'  Or bribe me to forego her chain.  Yale  c.241  p. 86 
In a room big enough for work, or for play,    `Enigma'  For they ev'ry one danc'd with their necks in a string.  Yale  c.241  p. 129 
In Goodwood's grove, with beech o'ergrown,    `The foolish virgins'  But always shut the door.  Yale  c.241  p. 44 
It happen'd once upon a time    `Fame and his companions a fable'  But whom I leave, I leave forever.  Yale  c.241  p. 98; see also previous. 
Ladies, your wits to exercise,    `A riddle'  I'm still surviving, tho' oft dy'd.  Yale  c.241  p. 91 
Like charity itself no ill she thought    `In memory of Martha, the wife of Henry Whitfield, M. A. vicar of this parish...who died April the 1st: 1753. Aged 56'  Forever loving, and forever lov'd.  Yale  c.241  p. 101; see also `All hail bright beamsà'. 
London bred me, Westminster fed me,    `Epitaph in the churchyard of Kendall, Westmoreland. Here underneath lieth the body of Mr. Ralph Tyrer, late vicar of Kendall, B: D: who died the 4th of June, 1727'  Earth did crave me, and heav'n would have me.  Yale  c.241  p. 109 
Long had the shepherds unadorn'd    `Eliza's return'  That gave us back our queen.  Yale  c.241  p. 84 
Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by,  Chesterfield, Philip Dormer Stanhope, 4th earl, 1694_1773  `On the Countess of Walsingham reading Sherlock on death'  'Tis I must learn to die.  Yale  c.241  p. 14 
Nature and art long time had strove    `Gayton-Garden or the triumph of nature'  And Gayton is Pomona's seat.  Yale  c.241  p. 22 
Of wasteful havoc, and destructive fate    `On the fall of a p[i]ss-pot' [pr. 1713 (Foxon P627)]  And plung'd the Pharos in the vast abyss.  Yale  c.241  p. 35 
Once I was lusty, fit for love    `Horace__book 3__ode 26th: imitated'  Since I can't love the jilting jade again.  Yale  c.241  p. 90 
One morning in May,    `Enigmas in The ladies' diary for the year 1741 answered'  And as brittle as dame's breakfast teapot.  Yale  c.241  p. 119 
Remote from liberty and truth  Nugent, Robert Nugent, earl, 1702_1788  `Ode [to William Pulteney, later earl of Bath] by...on his conversion to the Protestant religion' [pr. 1739 (Foxon N339)]  Shall tell the patriot's name.  Yale  c.241  p. 15 
Since you, dear doctor, sav'd my life,  Hanbury Williams, Sir Charles?  `Letter from C. H. to Dr: L.' [actually to Sir Hans Sloane; satire. Printed 1729 (Foxon E437)]  To do, as has done yours, C: H.  Yale  c.241  p. 125 
Stop, stop my steed! Hail Cambria, hail,  Hanbury Williams, Sir Charles, 1708_1759  `[Edward] Hussey to Sr Cha: Hanbury Williams: or the rural reflection of a Welsh poet' [satire; pr. 1746 (Foxon H346)]  I'll come again to London.  Yale  c.241  p. 52 
Sweet harmonist! Whose little throat    `Ode to the nightingale'  Be reason empress of the day.  Yale  c.241  p. 95 
The lads and the ladies were met on the green,    `Enigmas in The ladies' diary for the year 1747 answered'  And may each have a husband before the next year! | Derry down  Yale  c.241  p. 115 
The minutes, the hours, the days, and the year  Hoadly, John, 1711_1776  `Song'  For time can ne'er change, nor destroy.  Yale  c.241  p. 87 
Thus Jenny spoke__whilst in her eyes    `Answer to [enigmas in The ladies' diary for 1741]'  And sack and toast dispell'd her grief.  Yale  c.241  p. 122 
Thyrsis, for nuptial joys prepare,    `Epithalamion'  Rise with each joyful day, and crown each blissful night.  Yale  c.241  p. 123 
To horse! To horse! Yourselves equip    `Dulce domum. In imitation of Mr. Pope's Ode on St. Cecilia's Day'  Mine makes me sing, who never sung before.  Yale  c.241  p. 102 
To meet her sweetheart at the fair    `The inquiry'  Or else the devil's in't__I swear.  Yale  c.241  p. 78 
Tom Ramble, a rake of true Catholic hope,    `The penitent rake a tale'  One sneak'd to his gruel, and one to his punk.  Yale  c.241  p. 26 
Well do the am'rous sons of W[adha]m    `On W[adha]m Coll[ege] being insured from fire'  And fear the punishment the same.  Yale  c.241  p. 33 
Were I to choose a mate for life__I'd have    `Enigmas in The ladies' diary for the year 1737, answered__the maid's choice'  Who would might take him for a row of pins.  Yale  c.241  p. 124 
What clamor's here about a dame  Hanbury Williams, Sir Charles, 1708_1759  `Ode addressed to the author of The conquered duchess, in answer to that celebrated performance' [pr. 1746 (Foxon W486)]  The duchess and the Hussey.  Yale  c.241  p. 49 
When Abr'am, full of sacred awe,    `On the fast for the war__by a young lady of 15' [pr. Glasgow 174_? (Foxon H421)]  The God that heareth pray'r.  Yale  c.241  p. 82 
When Abr'am, full of sacred awe,    `On the fast for the war__by a young lady of 15'  The God that heareth pray'r.  Yale  c.241  p. 82 
When Irus on his deathbed lay  Shackleton, John  `Restitution a tale'  I'll bid him take his hog again.  Yale  c.241  p. 31 
While you, with busy choice, and curious taste    `Ode to the author of the foregoing [Latin verse, on Milton's Paradise lost, by Timothy Thomas, of Christ Church, Oxford]'  The promise of his spring.  Yale  c.241  p. 8 
Whilst William's deeds and William's praise  Hanbury Williams, Sir Charles, 1708_1759  `Ode to the right honorable Stephen Poyntz esqr. late preceptor to the Duke of Cumberland'  And hang them on thy tomb.  Yale  c.241  p. 57 
Ye lovely fair, who curious arts pursue    `A riddle'  Can soon discover this strange creature's name.  Yale  c.241  p. 81