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A tender tale, O Hannah, wilt thou hear;  Langhorne, John, 1735_1779  `The lost shepherdess to H[annah] More on her appearing in the character of a shepherdess of the alps in a late masquerade'  Than dies in Mendip's shade dies on the murmuring winds.  Yale  c.341  p. 18 
Accept these flowers dearest Bet,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `To Miss B. More when ill in the smallpox sent round some flowers'  Her fragrance still remains, when beauty's lost.  Yale  c.341  p. 83 
Ah!__whither,__where,__whatever!  Combes, William  `Ode to nonsense'  To fly__where Rome's victorious eagles never flew.  Yale  c.341  p. 135 
Aloft in air see gallant Keppel bring  More, Sarah  `The following very irregular ode is most humbly inscribed to Robert Lovewell Gwatkin(?) esqr. By a real friend of the British constitution and sent to him with a complete model of__Admiral Keppel armed and accoutered as he went forth to battle July 27 17  The house of Hugh Palliser to tumble down.  Yale  c.341  p. 119 
And fair Macaulay claims a Livy's right,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Six lines by...and published in her epilogue to The search after happiness it not being thought proper as appearing too satirical'  Who shall object to a Catharine's government.  Yale  c.341  p. 60 
As Cupid was numbering his arrows one day  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `On Mr. ____'  Are both shot together no wonder they hit.  Yale  c.341  p. 100 
Attune your harps to your immortal strains  Combes, William  `...And now for the verses__I mean lines'  She laid her burden down and smil'd and died.  Yale  c.341  p. 138 
Behold this world, full of crooked streets    `An epitaph in Farnborough Churchyard'  They all would live, and none but poor must die.  Yale  c.341  p. 43 
Born to command to conquer and to spare  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `An epitaph on Gen: Lawrance'  In provinces preserv'd and cities saved.  Yale  c.341  p. 30 
Bristol! To worth any genius ever just,  Colman, George, 1732_1794  `Epitaph on Mr. Powell'  All else a bubble or an empty name.  Yale  c.341  p. 159 
Come Apollo with the muses    `A pastoral ballad...(to the tune of Fairest isle &c)'  'Twould spoil all to tell you now.  Yale  c.341  p. 9 
Come, ye sons of glory, come    `Rodney's welcome or all alive at Bristol to the tune of Away to the downs &c'  To hail the man who dared to fight.  Yale  c.341  p. 124 
Dear gentle shade, sweet little saint attend!  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Elegy on Miss Gwatkin(?)'  And asks if heav'n too soon could claim the saint.  Yale  c.341  p. 79 
Dear sacred plant! Supremely blest thy fate;    `On seeing Miss Hannah More's inkstand which was made out of the mulberry tree which Shakespeare planted'  For Hannah's pen lies in your hallowed breast.  Yale  c.341  p. 168 
Dearest Mrs. Belle Pearce  More, Sarah  `A note from...to Miss Pearce'  When I hobble on crutches.  Yale  c.341  at front 
Diana and Hymen encounter'd one day    `Diana and Hymen an extempore epigram to Mrs. Brickenden on her marriage March 1767'  For I joy to have found what you weep to have lost.  Yale  c.341  p. 134 
Discreet and prudent, of good sense,    `The agreeable wife'  With these virtues, who could hate her.  Yale  c.341  p. 98 
Domestic anguish drops o'er virtue's bier;  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Epitaph on Mrs. Stonehouse...December 18th 1788'  And write Prepare to die, on every heart.  Yale  c.341  p. 36 
Down to the vale of life I tend,    `An old bachelor's reflections on matrimony'  And make them happy in their state.  Yale  c.341  p. 51 
Enjoin'd by my fair one to write one song more,  Buller, W.  `Le je ne sais quoi'  To be true to the charms of le je ne sais quoi.  Yale  c.341  p. 13 
Eternal God! Creator good and wise,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `A paraphrase attempted on the 8th psalm'  To God which was, which is, and is to come.  Yale  c.341  p. 58 
Far from the reach of mortal grief,  Garrick, David, 1717_1779    And gave them Hannah More.  Yale  c.341  p. 33 
Far hence, ye careless, light and vain!  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Written in the Apollo at Belmont...Saturday April 1767'  Who chang'd the beauty to the bird.  Yale  c.341  p. 77 
Farewell, a long farewell, my son, my son,    `An elegy on the death of the Rev. Mr. Samuel Love, Fellow of Balliol Collge, Oxford, and minor canon of the Cathedral, Bristol'  The bliss that knows no change resides in God alone.  Yale  c.341  p. 145 
First take what does for half a hundred stand  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `London a rebus'  Which will a famous city soon disclose.  Yale  c.341  at front 
Friendship: peculiar boon of heav'n,  Johnson, Samuel, 1709_1784  `On friendship'  Shall aid our happiness above.  Yale  c.341  p. 144 
From restless faction, calumny, and noise  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Henrique to Sylvia'  Th' effect is love, but Sylvia is the cause.  Yale  c.341  p. 86 
From those gay meads where Avon leads her train  Schone, [ ]  `An imperfect copy of Mr. Schone's verses wrote by him when abroad to a friend in England written in the year 1769 or 1770'  Nor hurl me on the rock of cold disdain.  Yale  c.341  p. 126 
Gentle muses aid my pen    `On Miss Smyth'  And then sweet maid you cannot err.  Yale  c.341  p. 92 
Go soul the body's guest  Raleigh, Sir Walter, 1552?_1618  `The lie written by...before he was beheaded'  No stab the soul can kill.  Yale  c.341  p. 7 
Great Edmund hoarse, you say the reason clear;  Barbauld, Anna Laetitia (Aikin), 1743_1825  `An epigram by...on Mr. Burke's being seized with a hoarseness when he was first elected member for Bristol'  For Attic lungs respire Boeotian air.  Yale  c.341  p. 43 
Hail health! Auspicious heav'nborn guest,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `To health'  And fix thy dwelling with my friend.  Yale  c.341  p. 83 
Heardst thou the tolling of yon fun'ral bell?  Fielding, Charles John  `An elegy to the memory of David Garrick esq'  Shall weeping kneel around their Garrick's tomb.  Yale  c.341  p. 148 
Here rests the gentlest of the gentle kind    `An epitaph'  All meet alike the inevitable grave.  Yale  c.341  p. 60 
I know thee sorrow with thy downcast eye  Oram, [ ]  `Sonnets by...on sorrow'  To mourn upon the brink of dark despair.  Yale  c.341  p. 61 
If all the graces dress'd in all their ease  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Written extempore after hearing Mrs. Powell perform in tragedy'  But to define it__is impossible.  Yale  c.341  p. 65 
If filial duty, if fraternal love,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Epitaph on T. B[lan]df[or]d...1771'  But learn from his example how to live.  Yale  c.341  p. 35 
If music's charms can soothe the savage breast,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Written extempore after hearing Mr. Sheridan's first lecture on oratory'  Whilst candor crowns him with Apollo['s] lays.  Yale  c.341  p. 68 
In ancient Rome, 'tis said, and ancient Greece,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `A prologue wrote by...and spoke at Mr. Lee's school by one of the young gentlemen'  If they are pleas'd__these still are lucky days.  Yale  c.341  p. 107 
In pensive numbers let the muse rehearse    `A pastoral elegy on the death of a young lady'  And mourn her death your friendship could not save.  Yale  c.341  p. 90 
In Saurin's heavenly page we find  Lesley, [ ]  `To the Revd. Dr. Stonehouse on the sermons of Monsr. Saurin translated from the French of Miss H. More by...'  His mantle and his spirit.  Yale  c.341  p. 117 
In these sad moments of severe distress,  Dodd, William, 1727_1777  `Lines by...'  His faith unshaken; and unchanged his love!  Yale  c.341  p. 40 
Is there in heav'n a pow'r we dare invoke,  Yearsley, [ ]  `On the death of Mr. Smyth surgeon of Bristol...Clifton June 29 1791'  Proves language is but gaud on sorrow's sable train.  Yale  c.341  p. 105 
It was a winter's evening, and fast fell down the snow  Aikin, John, 1747_1822  `A ballad'  Then raised her eyes, to heaven, then closed them slow and died.  Yale  c.341  p. 49 
Ladies tonight an unexperienced train  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `An introductory address'  Spare censure, we expect not panegyric.  Yale  c.341  p. 87 
Langhorne! Whose sweetly varying muse has pow'r  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `The following lines were wrote by...on her seeing some lines wrote on the sand by Dr. [John?] Langhorne'  This letter'd shore has smooth'd my toilsome way.  Yale  c.341  p. 113 
Meek shade, farewell! Go seek that quiet shore  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Epitaph on E. B[lan]df[or]d...1788'  The vision promis'd to the pure in heart.  Yale  c.341  p. 36 
My dearest Miss Neal  More, Hannah, 1745_1833    Which you may contract in a minute.  Yale  c.341  at front 
No venal praise shall prostitute my muse  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `The critic'  Lives unbelov'd and unlamented dies.  Yale  c.341  p. 75 
Not to record thy worth lamented shade    `An inscription on an urn in the hermitage wood at Stoke in Gloucestershire erected to the memory of Lord Botetourt'  Graced with the tribute of a sister's love.  Yale  c.341  p. 42 
O'er this lov'd tomb affliction drops her tear    `An epitaph on ____'  And crown thy virtues with an angel's name.  Yale  c.341  p. 37 
Of all the authors that have wrote on hope    `On reading Pope's works'  Wit, judgment, eloquence, all Pope are thine.  Yale  c.341  p. 101 
Oh! could this verse her bright example spread  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Epitaph on Mrs. Little'  Till God's own plaudit shall her worth attest.  Yale  c.341  p. 37 
Oh did my genius like my friendship burn  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `An extempore sacred to friendship__to Miss Blandford on her birthday July 13th 1767 written by...when very ill'  Be ev'ry pang of mine bestow'd on me.  Yale  c.341  p. 62 
O thou, or friend, or stranger who shall tread  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `An epitaph by...on Dicey esqr. 1776'  Life has no length, eternity no end!  Yale  c.341  p. 35 
O thou who art all ear to hear    `Prayer for the King by an old curate of Deddington in Oxfordshire aged eighty...the above was written in the year 1789 when George the 3d lay dangerously ill'  Praise God, my God most dear.  Yale  c.341  p. 46 
Once Flora designing a pretty parterre  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `To Mrs. Powell on her having an apron which she was working in Miss More's parlor'  At what hour we shall call to proceed to the play.  Yale  c.341  p. 62 
Peace to the spirit which inform'd this dust,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Epitaph on S. B__df__d...1782'  A soul more active, yet more blameless too.  Yale  c.341  p. 36 
Pierian nine! Your kindest influence bring  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `To Miss Cave'  See none more virtuous, none more blest than she.  Yale  c.341  p. 74 
Pretty, little, rural scene,  Head, John  `Tibbs' farm'  Of all the splendors of a court.  Yale  c.341  p. 3 
Prudence a virtue banished from this age  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `An acrostic on the amiable Miss [Pritchard]'  Deserve enjoy supremest happiness.  Yale  c.341  p. 99 
Rare genius hers who thus could join the three,  Langhorne, John, 1735_1779  `The underwritten was sent me by the Bard of Blagden...Dr. Langhorne's thanks to Miss S[arah] More for her acid favor...for her sweet favor...for her civil favor'  In Blagdon's leafless shades to her a poet chide.  Yale  c.341  p. 16 
Religion mitigates each painful loss  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Of religion'  More useful than the pedantry of schools.  Yale  c.341  p. 101 
Sarah Frowd | Don't laugh out loud  More, Hannah, 1745_1833    And liked by Mr. B[uller].  Yale  c.341  at front 
See Aurora quit her bed  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `The recluse penitant'  Forgive me heaven and seal me thine.  Yale  c.341  p. 97 
Short was my life if live I ever    `A very old epitaph in Stoke Church G[l]ou[cester]shi[re]'  Go reader go prepare to die.  Yale  c.341  p. 41 
Silence, ye warblers, still your pretty throats,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Enrique and Aminta a pastoral dialogue written by...1765'  'Tis choice esteem, persuasion, friendship, taste.  Yale  c.341  p. 162 
Sir since you have prepared tea      If bread and butter is granted.  Yale  c.341  p. 101 
Soft slumbers now mine eyes forsake,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `A morning soliloquy'  Creation's Lord to praise.  Yale  c.341  p. 28 
Soon as the blushing morn on Peter rose  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `A passage from The tear of St. Peter translated from the Spanish by...'  Nor e'er forgives the lapse her virtue made?  Yale  c.341  p. 116 
Sterne, rest forever, and no longer fear,    `Epitaph for the Revd. Laurence Sterne's tombstone by a lady'  Great were his faults, but glorious was his flame.  Yale  c.341  p. 158 
Studious of peace, he hated strife;    `An epitaph'  Before both God and man.  Yale  c.341  p. 159 
Sweet hope thou pleasing inmate of the breast!  Combes, William  `On hope'  Save me, O save me__from the ills of life.  Yale  c.341  p. 39 
Sweet social bird! Whose soft harmonious lays  Love, [ ]  `On a robin red-breast, which had taken up his residence in the cathedral at Bristol, and accompanied the organ with his singing. By...one of the minor canons of that cathedral'  Each tongue with music, and each heart with fire.  Yale  c.341  p. 56 
That warmth divine, that holy eloquence,  *dean of Gloucester, 1791 or later  `The following literal translation of the above verses [in French] are by the Dean of Gloucester'  His cloak and spirit left, then wing'd to heav'n his way.  Yale  c.341  p. 116 
The blanketed poem from tempests protected  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `...Be pleased to read the following lines as inattentively as they were written...[The prophet]'  You'll ne'er vanquish till virulence virtue disarms.  Yale  c.341  p. 93 
The fOte is past the punsters gone  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `The ramble'  Adieu! Believe me yours H. More.  Yale  c.341  p. 111 
The gray-ey'd morn approach his friends drew near  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `On Mr. Berkeley's (afterward Lord Botetourt) being elected for Gloucestershire in 1754 the author...being then ten years of age many pieces of hers in this book were wrote in her infant years'  Berkeley shall have their voices still.  Yale  c.341  p. 102 
The meanest flower instruction does contain,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `The speech of a rose gathered by a gentleman at four in the morning and sent to a young woman who lay in bed late...June 28th 1767'  An emblem of her transient self in thee.  Yale  c.341  p. 27 
Thou fairest creature ever born,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `An heroic epistle to Miss Sally Horne aged three years written in the blank leaves of Mother Bunch's tales and showing the superiority of those histories to most others'  Go ask papa__for he can tell__  Yale  c.341  p. 24 
Tho' in my days of youth and beauty    `Mr. Printer'  And lovers shall sigh at the feet of S. More.  Yale  c.341  at front 
Thy buckles O Garrick, thy friends may now use  Barbauld, Anna Laetitia (Aikin), 1743_1825  `Epigram by...on Mr. Garrick's presenting the buckles he wore the last time he ever performed to Miss Hannah More'  But no mortal hereafter shall stand in thy shoes.  Yale  c.341  p. 43 
To fill the measure of his widespread fame    `On hearing that Mr. Garrick intended to have played Hamlet this evening but revoked his design in order to give a benefit to an unfortunate person__impromptu'  Both starv'd the whole dramatic world to come.  Yale  c.341  p. 89 
To search after happiness surely were wise    `On seeing Miss H[annah] More in the little page of the 2d. edition against the search after happiness a ballad'  When possest of the charms of the sweet Hannah More.  Yale  c.341  p. 14 
Two nymphs with beauty's every charms,  Head, John  `Epigram'  When milder graces play.  Yale  c.341  p. 6 
Uncouth is this moss-covered grotto of stone,  Sheridan, Richard Brinsley Butler, 1751_1816  `Mr. Sheridan meeting a Miss Linley now Mrs. Sheridan at the entrance of a grotto in the vicinity of Bath took the liberty of offereing her some advice__with which apprehending that she was displeased he left the following lines in the grotto the next day  Then willow, wave all thy green tops to her song.  Yale  c.341  p. 44 
Venus was pleas'd to form the face;  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `On a gent[leman's] being vain of his person and understanding'  And earth's inhabitants amaz'd.  Yale  c.341  p. 100 
Welcome welcome brother debtor    `A song'  Since there is nothing free but love.  Yale  c.341  p. 41 
Welcome welcome brother debtor  Wilkes, Wetenhall, d. 1751  `A song' [pr. 1748 (Foxon W469)]  Since there is nothing free but love.  Yale  c.341  p. 41 
When all was wrapt in dark midnight  Mallet, David, 1705?_1765  `William and Margaret a ballad'  And word spake nevermore.  Yale  c.341  p. 129 
When fancied sorrows wake the player's art    `A prologue on Mr. Powell's death by...and spoken at the Bristol Theater by Mr. Holland'  And each good actor, prove the honest man.  Yale  c.341  p. 133 
When genius flourish'd and when Shakespeare wrote  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `A prologue'  And pour my praises, breathe my thanks to you.  Yale  c.341  p. 108 
When sorrow weep o'er virtues sacred dust,    `An elegant epitaph'  Feels, as a man; but as a Christian bears.  Yale  c.341  p. 38 
When worthless grandeur fills th'embellish'd urn  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Epitaph on the Revd. Mr. [Samuel] Love' [1773]  From earth to heav'n, from blessing to be blest.  Yale  c.341  p. 88; see also `Stranger, should thouà'. 
When you to Carter's moral page attend,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `To Miss Bet Blandford 1762'  Tho' who is nothing, fears not to be less.  Yale  c.341  p. 80 
Where pride and folly join their hands,  Head, John  `On two lovers Dr. T[i]bbs and Miss P. B__b__h'  And let me feed with bards on air.  Yale  c.341  p. 1 
While fancied themes engage the sportive pen  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Elegy on Major More'  Who lived to glory, and who died to fame.  Yale  c.341  p. 81 
While festive mirth leads on the jocund hours  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `An irregular ode to the Marquis of Worcester [later Duke of Beaufort] on his birthday Dec. 22 1780'  And here last parting glories gild her towers.  Yale  c.341  p. 30 
Whilst dauntless vice pursues its rapid way,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `The following lines were wrote by...'  For Stonehouse lives what others only preach.  Yale  c.341  p. 160 
Whilst every bird upon the spray  Head, John  `The native plains a song'  Than on my native plains.  Yale  c.341  p. 4 
Whilst you at your Stoke are enjoying your time,  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `A trip to the Passage to Miss Blandford'  And a night of sweet sleep crown'd a sweetly spent day.  Yale  c.341  p. 65 
Whilst you, dear friend, the rural sweets enjoy,    `A letter from a gentleman in London to his friend at R__a in Monmouthshire'  Perhaps delight me in a happier sphere.  Yale  c.341  p. 54 
Will you hear a tender story?    `Henry and Nancy an ancient ballad on two village lovers who drowned themselves in Whittlesea Moor'  And they sunk__to rise no more.  Yale  c.341  p. 48 
Wolfe, on the Plains of Abraham greatly fell!  T., W.  `An epitaph on General Wolfe' [1765]  England gave praise, and England's king a tear.  Yale  c.341  p. 158 
Ye world of water wide that madly roar;    `Sonnet 2. Despair'  Convey the long-sought, wish'd-for stranger__rest.  Yale  c.341  p. 61 
Yes, Stella, I would always love  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `The following verses were translated from Voltaire by...'  To follow her alone.  Yale  c.341  p. 114