Union First Line Index of English Verse

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


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A young man, and an old together chid,    `Found by Ned Leycester in one of the books in the library'  Else hadst thou not begged of me this abuse.  Yale  c.591   
Ah! wretched me! Thus unresig'n to bear,    `Subsellium loquitur__Sepr. 22d. 1755'  And `dear Maria' sounds in ev'ry line.  Yale  c.591   
Boldly, my muse, on stronger pinions soar,    [preface to `By agonizing pain...']  What muse refrain her tributary verse.  Yale  c.591   
By agonizing pain long time opprest,  Grogan, [ ], lady  `Paraphrase', imitated by `Teased with a rotten tooth...']  Nor ever want that help he gave to me.  Yale  c.591   
Celia adorn'd with ev'ry grace,  Chesterfield, Philip Dormer Stanhope, 4th earl, 1694_1773  `Orig[inal]' [of `Celia fairest work of nature...']  And Esau's where it should be.  Yale  c.591; see also `In Flavia's eyes...', `Chudleigh hasà'.   
Celia fairest work of nature,    `Celia paraphrased. Made 1754, on seeing the original' [`Celia adorn'd with ev'ry grace...']  The changes of tomorrow.  Yale  c.591   
Chaste Phyllis 'twixt enfolded arms  Drummond, Henry, of Balloch  `Phyllis']  A double diadem....  Yale  c.591  p. 1 
Fruitless the task his virtues to rehearse,    `On the death of Mr. Shovell'  Then not in dust, nor e'en his grave survive.  Yale  c.591  p. 3 
Happy, happy grasshopper,    `Turned from Farnaby's epigram. July 21st. 1755'  Faith thou art almost a god.  Yale  c.591   
Immortal Quixote fraught with martial fire,    `Occasioned by reading Hudibras...Translated'  And knows no wraths but those with safety won.  Yale  c.591   
Led by the meditating muse I strayed,    `Beginning of [17]55. on the improvements made in Eton' [unfinished]  And [?] now no more fair science grac'd.  Yale  c.591 (incomplete?)   
Long had our isle by ignorance been led  Walker, J., of Eton  `Prologue to Julius Caesar'  Nor call him friend, who is our country's foe.  Yale  c.591   
Long since I warn'd you, Sylvia, long since,    `On Sylvia, from Greek epigrams'  But flies, like death, thy monumental arms.  Yale  c.591   
Parent of ease! Hail sweet delusive sleep!    `On sleep'  The everlasting spring of peace and ease.  Yale  c.591   
Receive, thou blessed partner of my soul,  W., [ ], of Eton  `Verses on the birthday of Mr. [ ]'  Adieu, farewell, peruse, what I impart.  Yale  c.591   
Say, Chloe, where must the swains stray,  Fielding, Henry?  `A song'  You ne'er was so pressing before.  Yale  c.591   
Silent, opprest by sympathetic pain    `Acrostic' [on Sandys]  Some trifling conquest first, thence mightier conquests grew.  Yale  c.591   
Teased with a rotten tooth I wake all night,    `A translation of the above' [`By agonizing pain']  Nor ever want that rest he gave to me.  Yale  c.591   
The fruits of autumn's rip'ning sun,      O give, I cried, a pair.  Yale  c.591   
The setting sun had plung'd his weary steed,  Roberts, [ ], of Eton  `On the death of Mr. Keepe'  And leave the dreary mansions of a tomb.  Yale  c.591   
Think not this number of the ten of hearts,  Walker, J., of Eton  `Upon sending a billet to a lady wrote on the ten of hearts'  Tho' ten, I send, on, only one I give.  Yale  c.591   
Thou whose great tremendous word      The yielding waves__O spare thy people; spare.  Yale  c.591   
What words can paint what thoughts unfold the breast,    `On the death of Mrs. Cotes...Eto: S__ys.'  And leave the world to mis'ry, and to me.  Yale  c.591   
Whilst all your friends rejoicing say,    `Writ idly as an epistle to Bassett on his birthday June 2nd. [17]54 in the Easter holidays...April 19th. 1754'  That I'm your friend, and so farewell.  Yale  c.591