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'Tis but a little space we have,
`On life'
And neither wish, nor fear to die.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 235
'Tis hard to raise the eye that drops with woe
`On pity'
Such virtues, matchless Adeline are thine.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 82
'Tis hope which softens want and woe,
`On hope'
In hope alone we live.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 118
'Tis my true glory, thou Supreme!
`A hymn to the Deity'
Thro' endless ages, shall arise.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1040
'Tis not for vulgar souls to feel
Polwhele, Richard, 1760_1838
`On the susceptibility of the poetical mind'
He cherishes the pensive sigh.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 792
'Tis odd, I confess, but surprisingly true,
`An epistle from the Countess of B___ at Tunbridge'
And shows by example what ladies should do.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 513
'Tis over then: I give you joy,
`To his royal highness the Elector Palatine [Karl Theodor], at Manheim...Voltaire'
And worthy them, from whom they sprung.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 690
'Tis past: another year forever gone
`On the New Year'
And lead my soul to peace__to bliss__to Thee!
Yale
c.83/1
no. 166
'Tis weak and worldly to conclude
`On retirement'
All endless life when this is done.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 294
'Twas at the hour, when evening's pall,
`Rodolpho, earl of Norfolk. A legendary tale'
I'll seek my happy friend.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1064
'Twas in the summer's early pride,
`Lines which Vane put into Olivia's book'
Will cloud each future day.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 403
'Twas one May morning when the cloud undrawn
`The wedding day'
If all life's race, were wedding days like mine.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 380
`Whither away, fair maid?' I cried,
`Pious memory'
And to each other grant us all.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 993
A certain great patriot whose name you may guess,
`The private reflections of a patriot...Jan 31. 1784'
Whilst this spirit of Cha[t]h[a]m survives in his son.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 880
A clerk of Oxford next appear'd in sight,
`The clerk or scholar of Oxford' [modernized from Chaucer]
And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 355
A foreign muse, not quite unknown to fame,
`Prologue to The birthday' [by John O'Keeffe]
Your frown condemns__save them by your applause.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1005
A good repute a virtuous name,
Chamberlaine, Walter, d. before 1708
`The tale of the travellers' [pr. 1733 (Foxon C102)]
You nevermore will find one.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 222
A grotto so complete, with such design,
`To Mrs. ____ on her grotto'
Pleas'd to reflect the well-sung founder's praise.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 774
A lady, possess'd of a handsome estate,
`To the heroes of the British nation'
To be happy fore'er, or fore'er be undone.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 649
A lovely rose there grew
And gilds my pleasant shades.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 523
A month hath roll'd its lazy hours away,
Luyd, R.
`An imitation from the Spectator'
And we shall meet again, to part no more.
Yale
c.83/4
no.2007
A mother who vast pleasure finds,
Barber, Mary, 1690?_1757
`A true tale' [pr. 1728 (Foxon B77)]
To raise the mind, and mend the heart.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 510
A murm'rer full of discontent,
`The resignation'
And be to providence resign'd.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 948
A nightingale, in her retreat,
`The nightingale'
Selfishness is always cruel.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 992
A scene like this, can seldom fail to please,
`Stanzas written in a wood'
And praise the great Director as I ought.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 650
A son of the church that liv'd in the north
`The doctor and vicar'
And will ne'er be recall'd but by great reformation.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 745
A wand'ring gypsy, Sirs, am I,
Wolcot, John '(Peter Pindar'), 1738_1819
`The wandering gypsy a ballad delivered by a rustic to the company at Ranalagh masquerade'
A little treasure lodg'd in mine.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 277
A warrior so bold and a virgin so bright
Lewis, Matthew Gregory, 1775_1818
`Alonzo the brave, and fair Imogene a romance, from a novel, The monk'
And his consort, the false Imogene.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 625
A wight there was, scarce known I ween to fame
`A character, after the manner of Chaucer, from Mr. G__s's reveries of solitude'
To duty's path, and useful to mankind.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 807
A world that's full of fools and madmen,
`A short view of some the world's contents'
I cry for all their ills, and laugh at all their follies.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 968
A youth with more than manly courage bless'd
`Epitaph on a midshipman killed on board the Antelope'
Rejoic'd__he wav'd his trembling hand__and died.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 734
Accept dear Hetty for thy purse
Porter, William Warren, 1776_1804
`To Miss ____'
From hand to hand, from heart to heart.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 733
Adieu! Ye lovely haunts, a long adieu!
There magic fancy still shall picture thee.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 535
Again the day returns of holy rest,
`Hymn before morning service'
Glory supreme be Thine till time shall end.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 898
Ah! but too well, dear friend, I know
Jones, Sir William, 1746_1794
`Answer' [to `Sir William you attempt the vain...']
They best confer, who merit most.
Yale
c.83/4
no.2035
Ah! cease this kind persuasive strain,
Mason, William, 1725_1797
`Ode to melancholy a lyric poem'
Will heave one tuneful sigh, and soothe my hov'ring shade.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 91
Ah! Celia, with what anxious care,
`The mirror addressed to a young lady'
Nor scorn the counsel of your friend.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 742
Ah! how sweetly is begun
`The passage of life'
And gazers leave behind.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 589
Ah, Joseph, Joseph! To my voice attend,
Priestley, Timothy
`Mr. Timothy Priestley to Dr. Joseph [Priestley]'
For all thy boasted barb'rous yard of name!
Yale
c.83/3
no. 796
Ah lowly grave! What bed of down,
`Reflections on seeing a grave newly dug in ____ churchyard.'
From what high source is flow'd.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 128
Ah, merry swain, who laugh'd along the vales,
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`The Piedmontese'
And friends beloved__more joy than wealth can bring.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 743
Ah! painful thought! And must you go?
Mawby, Sir Joseph
`Absence an elegy'
His fair one still as true to love.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 349
Ah! pass not yet, if thou didst ever know
`Inscription for the monument of Emma Corbet'
The feeling heart alone should tarry here.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 685
Ah! such to know, what place detains
`Song'
And soothe her griefs to rest.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 318
Ah urge too late! From beauty's bondage free,
Thomson, James, 1700_1748
`Verses addressed to Miss Young'
Or, pitying, give me hope, or bid me die!
Yale
c.83/2
no. 384
Ah! what art thou, whose eyeballs roll
Robinson, Mary (Derby), 1758?_1800
`The maniac'
For dead and dark they seem, and almost chill'd to stone.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 518
Ah, what avails the wealth that Indus brings
`Lines on health'
Shuns his embrace, and still perversely flies.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 750
Ah whither wouldst thou fly, too love[l]y youth
Whittell, Mrs. [ ]
`The Indian'
How I might find a passage to thy heart?
Yale
c.83/2
no. 623
Ah! who shall hail the saffron morn,
`Lindore's sonnet on the departure of Rosalie from the vale of Chamonix'
Fair Rosalie Chamonix's queen.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 559
Ah! who would believe in that creature call'd man
Should certainly form, of my life the whole plan.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 536
Ah why these tears__this rising sigh,
`Credulia's complaint'
Who flies the path of truth.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 972
Ah! why with restless, anxious search explore
Smith, Charlotte (Turner), 1749_1806
`The universal sway of death[.] To a friend'
And calmly yield to death whate'er can die.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 336
Alas! what mortal lives of bliss secure
To welcome death, and calmly pass away.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1022
All fortune's blessings does appear
`Fortune'
That must succeed my present pain.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 321
All hail, ye curls, that rang'd in reverend row,
Warton, [ ]
`Ode to a grizzle wig'
Beneath the licent(?) of a humble bob.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 405
All in a rosebud, infant pity lay:
`Verses written in a lady's book of poems'
Blooms a new grace, and Ella's person wears....
Yale
c.83/2
no. 275
All the long night with cold and hollow blast
`An elegy written on a winter's day'
And rather seem to sink in sleep than die.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 608
Almighty God, who art in heav'n,
`The Lord's prayer'
And shall be to the latest hour. | Amen
Yale
c.83/3
no. 820
Amid the dreary prison's awful gloom,
`Reflections on the perilous and melancholy situation of the Dauphin and on his probable enlargement by a counter-revolution'
And hurl'd destruction flaming on mankind.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 818
Amidst her flowers Eliza strays,
`To a lady remarkably fond of gardening'
Eliza's fond regret or love.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 890
And has thou fix'd my doom, sweet master say?
`The address of the superannuated horse to his master'
And gently stretch me at my master's door.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 986
And is the spirit of the poet fled?
`An elegy on the death of Wm: Cowper esqr'
And only perish when the world's consum'd.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1073
Angels! who our paths prepare,
Maxwell, John, fl. 1740_1761
`Emily's song...Royal captive'
Henry will be my own.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 541
Apollo, facetious and merry no doubt,
Temple, [ ], countess
`Apollo's rout'
Diana herself, till found out, was a prude.
Yale
c.83/4
no.1082
Are these the shades__are these the envied scenes;
And scenes celestial soothe my tortur'd mind.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 300
Around this grave, ye types of merit spread!
Hayley, William, 1745_1820
`Epitaph on Major Mercer the brother-in-law of Lord Glenbervie, whose death was occasioned by the affliction he suffered on the death of a most dearly beloved wife'
Revered on earth! Rewarded on the skies!
Yale
c.83/4
no.2028
Artist, who, underneath my table,
`The poet and spider'
Ends both the spider, and the poet.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1043
As Canace the fair, near to a forest drew,
Duck, Stephen, 1705_1756
`The falcon'
The emblem sweet of hope, and perseverance true.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 178
As down the dewy lawn, at dawn of day
`The rose and the thistle'
And both unite to guard the British throne.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1019
As fashion in Bath so long has prevail'd,
`On a gentleman whose name was Fashion having lately quitted Bath'
Till they meet with this idol in some other place.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 938
As musing fancy guides me o'er the lawn
`The desolated abbey'
Thy fame shall live, when thou art sunk away.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 561
As o'er these hills I take my silent rounds,
Bowles, William Lisle, 1762_1850
`Sonnet 22'
Will fly as faithless and as fleet as they.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 308
As reason, fairest daughter of the skies,
Robinson, Mary (Derby), 1758?_1800
`The cavern of woe'
Oped to his fainting eyes eternity of pain!
Yale
c.83/2
no. 500
Ask you what's friendship 'tis the link which binds,
`Definition of friendship'
And heav'n is all reflected by the mind.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 338
Aspasia, Laura, lovely pair!
`Comparison between two young ladies of merit, the one of distinguished rank and title, the other of humble birth'
Whom pomp and vanity surround.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 153
Asses' milk, half a pint take at seven or before,
Chesterfield, Philip Dormer Stanhope, 4th earl, 1694_1773
`Advice to a lady in autumn'
And those you may end, when you please to be kind.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 188; fc.51, p. 69
Asses' milk half a pint take at seven or before
Chesterfield, Philip Dormer Stanhope, 4th earl, 1694_1773
`Lord Chesterfield's prescription to Lady Frances Shirley or a receipt for a consumption'
And those you may end, when you please to prove kind.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 188; fc.51, p. 69; c.578, p. 99 (`at six')
At close of the day when the hamlet is still,
Beattie, James, 1735_1803
`The hermit'
Oh when shall it dawn on the night of the grave!
Yale
c.83/1
no. 44 (stanzas 1_4); see also `At the closeà'.
At dinner-time, the pamper'd glutton ate
`Ver-vert the parrot belonging to the nuns'
And, through pure envy, waste away by inches.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 393
At length our sanguine hopes arise__
`On a beautiful young lady recovering from a violent fever, and going to bathe in the sea'
To love__to friendship__and to me.
Yale
c.83/4
no.1078
At length the morn unfolds its purple ray,
`Morning an elegy'
'Tis that alone confers superior worth.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 756
At noon when dear Hebe I meet,
`To Hebe...her answer__by Fiddo [Fido?]'
Shall banish your fears of a sigh.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 882
At will while fortune turns her wheel,
`Content'
Content, makes any lot a prize.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 205
Auspicious genii, who reside
But cannot lull my soul to rest.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 591
Awake from silence ev'ry voice,
`On the nativity of Christ'
And time itself shall be no more.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 134
Awake, poor youth, ah! Sleep not here,
`To a young gentleman sleeping in church'
The soul with guilt deform.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 23
Away, let naught to love displeasing
Cooper, John Gilbert
`A song written by a bridegroom above a hundred years ago' [translated into modern English]
And I go wooing in my boys.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 182
Away officious flutt'ring string,
`Meditations for a lady at her looking glass'
Fiend transform'd to a seraphim.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 292
Awoke to being by the vig'rous ray,
`The summer day'
Bedropt with sapphire, emerald and gold.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 947
Batter'd with wear in many a hard campaign,
`Spoken by Mr. Havard on leaving the stage'
None can be happy but the good and wise.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 953
Be hush'd, my griefs, 'tis His almighty will,
`On the divine veracity'
Just are thy ways, thou King of saints, and true.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 568
Be hush[ed] my soul! For heaven prepare,
`The captive[.] Supposed to be written by the queen of France, in the Temple, after the execution of the 16'
When distant climes shall hear our woe.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 375
Be still, my fears, suggest no false alarms;
Hurd, Dr. [ ]
`Ode to peace'
And lends the quick'ning beam to cheer the arts of peace.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 752
Be still nor anxious thoughts employ,
`Obedience'
And leaves deception to her fools.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 326
Be this my guide thro' life's uncertain round
`Written by a young lady on a blank leaf the beginning of her Bible'
In everlasting triumph to the skies.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 617
Bear me hence, ye pitying pow'rs,
`The wish'
How, alas! I lov'd too well.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 93
Bear me, ye friendly pow'rs to peaceful scenes,
`On retirement'
Or gaze on visions from the throne of heaven!
Yale
c.83/3
no. 981 (var.)
Beauty complete, and majesty divine
Rowe, Elizabeth (Singer), 1674_1737
`On the works of creation'
Thou, in an infinite degree dost claim.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 593
Beauty of celestial frame
`The beauties of nature an ode'
But of beauty had its birth.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1029
Behold, and look away your low despair!
`On birds'
Nor is their music, nor their plaint in vain.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 507
Behold, his age of sorrow past,
`Written on the grave of a beggar'
Forget the pangs they bade thee feel.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 838
Behold, my fair, whene'er we rove,
Johnson, Samuel, 1709_1784
`The first of November or the winter's walk'
And screen me from the ills of life.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 162
Behold that tree, in autumn's dim decay,
Seward, Anna, 1742_1809
`Sonnet'
Shivering they cling to life, and fear to fall!
Yale
c.83/3
no.1067
Behold, yon newborn infant griev'd
Merrick, James, 1720_1769
`The ignorance of man'
What ill, though ask'd deny.
Yale
c.83/4
no.2006
Beneath a craggy mountain's awful brow,
`Verses on melancholy'
While thou, and time, shall all the pains I feel assuage.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 924
Beneath a tyrant thistle, grew
`The thistle and the daisy'
Will still that little give.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 865
Beneath the branches of yon sacred yew,
`The yew tree__by a lady'
How fatal death's devouring dart to me.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 409
Beneath this humble stone, now rests enshrin'd,
Templeman, Dr. [ ]
`Epitaph on a lady who died in childbirth'
Heav'n wond'ring snatch'd her to the joys above.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 103
Beneath this stone, the man of feeling lies,
`Epitaph of the Revd. Mr. Eccles'
No kind relation clos'd his clay-cold eyes.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 903
Beside a gentle murm'ring brook
`The angler and philosopher'
To distant climates, untried, unknown.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 646
Between two suitors sat a lady fair,
`A question'
She doth most honor she most love doth bear.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 920
Beware incautious maid beware,
`Advice to a young lady, too apt to visit the camp in Hyde Park'
And when too late__be wise.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1008
Bless'd are the humble souls, that see
`St. Matthew 5. ver. 3 to 12'
Glory and joy are their reward.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 817
Blest be the man! His memory at least,
Winchilsea, Anne Finch, countess, 1666_1720
`On the invention of writing by a lady' [as published in the Guardian, no. 172, in 1713]
Nor her soft heart in chains of pearls been tied.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 596
Bless'd gift that heaven's indulgence could bestow
`On memory'
And they are still the noblest we possess below.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 945
Blooming beauty, brilliant wit,
Manners, Catherine Rebecca ( ), lady, 1767?_1852
`On virtue'
Death forever shall remove.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 335
Blown on the rolling surface of the deep,
Duck, Stephen, 1705_1756
`Felix and Constance'
And heaven, indulgent bless'd their nuptial bands.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 191
Blush not, ye fair, to own me, but be wise,
`Wrote on a tombstone. The lady's skull'
And even lend mortality a charm.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 96
Boast not, ye few, your better fate,
`On a fine day'
Free air and sunshine are for all.
Yale
c.83/4
no.2000
Born under a cloud of misfortune and sorrow,
`The cowslip girl'
Come buy my sweet cowslips come buy.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 759
Brethren, by this my mind you'll know,
Byrom, John, 1692_1763
`Rules for preaching'
Will soon fill up their proper places.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 220
Bright shone the taper's sparkling blaze,
`The allurements of vice, exemplified in the fable of the fly and the candle'
The issues of our heart.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 105
Building of castles did commence,
`On building of castles'
In castles of eternal rest.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 976
By custom doom'd to folly, sloth and ease,
Irwin, Anne (Howard) Ingram, viscountess, d. 1764
`On Mr. Pope's characters of women by a lady of quality'
And vie in fame with ancient Greece and Rome.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 967
By the blue taper's trembling light,
Parnell, Thomas
`A night piece on death'
To mingle with the blaze of day.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 284
Calm contemplation O! descend,
`Contemplation'
All was not vanity below.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 25
Can I, all-gracious providence!
`A birthday thought'
And better ev'ry day.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1042
Careful observers may foretell the hour,
`The shower'
The leather sounds, he trembles from within.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 244
Celestial maid receive this prayer,
`A hymn to prosperity'
Whose laws they kept below.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 72
Charm of the solitude I love,
`On a pipe of tobacco'
Alas! I vanish into naught.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 203
Child of the light, fair morning hour,
`Ode to the morning'
The muse's modest gifts, her tribute to a friend.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 385
Child of the melancholy song!
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`To the nightingale'
To taste, to fancy, and to virtue dear!
Yale
c.83/3
no. 854
Child of the summer, charming rose,
`The rose'
To fan thy bosom, as they play.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 732
Clara was blest with ev'ry grace
`The coquette and Time'
Regard the lay; remember Time.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 317
Clarissa blest with ev'ry grace,
`The rival nymphs'
The sequel must remain untold.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 377
Clive's blameless life this tablet shall proclaim,
`Epitaph on Mrs. C. Clive'
And heav'nly plaudits hail the virtuous deed.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 280
Come buy my fine wares,
Swift, Jonathan, 1667_1745
`Verses made for women who cry apples &c.'
They'll make a sweet bishop when gentlefolks sup.
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Come darling muse, who lov'st to sing
Matthews, [ ]
`The groves of Llanelthy'
But as the spring, it glows anew.
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no.2018
Come fancy from the mottl'd sky,
`Ode to fancy'
Thy power can raise to life again.
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no. 951
Come gentle Morpheus, with thy magic pow'rs,
`Address to Morpheus'
And bid within his soul new pleasures rise.
Yale
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no. 921
Come gentle muse my soul's desire,
`Ode on retirement'
To leave this earthly clay.
Yale
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no. 109
Come, gentle peace, departed guest,
C___, [ ]
`Ode to peace'
Ye gracious pow'rs make resignation mine!
Yale
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no. 840
Come lovely fancy, bright-ey'd maid,
Dyer, George, 1755_1841
`A recipe for a lady's cold'
To warm Belinda's broth, and gruel.
Yale
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no. 614
Come lovely gentle peace of mind,
`To peace'
The pledge of heav'n shall make me blest.
Yale
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no.2008
Come melancholy! Silent pow'r
Carter, Elizabeth, 1717_1806
`Ode to melancholy'
Of active life and bliss.
Yale
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no. 99
Come, shepherds, we'll follow the hearse,
Cunningham, John, 1729_1773
`A pastoral to the memory of William Shenstone esqr.'
And thus__let me break it in twain.
Yale
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no. 197
Come shepherds, we'll follow the hearse,
Cunningham, John, 1729_1773
`A pastoral in memory of Mr. Shenstone'
And thus__let me break it in twain.
Yale
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no. 327
Come thou queen of pensive air,
`Ode to contemplation'
And grottos the wild notes resound.
Yale
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no. 906
Come thou soft and sacred favor,
Hammond, James, 1710_1742
`Address to a locket with a braid of Emma [Dashwood]'s hair'
Still embosom'd will we lie.
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Come thou soft and sacred favor, the remembrance chaste impart,
Hammond, James, 1710_1742
`An address to a locket__by a lady'
Fix thy throne, and fix it ever, in the regions of my heart.
Yale
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no. 87
Come view the grave__come drop the tender tear,
`Lines on the death of Mrs. George Byron'
Nor chang'd her form, since 'twas angelic here.
Yale
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no. 810
Condemn not rashly, all that looks like ill,
`[St. Matthew] c[h]apter the 7.'
That leads to life, and enter, tho' 'tis strait.
Yale
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no. 185
Condemn'd to hope's delusive mine,
Johnson, Samuel, 1709_1784
`On the death of Dr. R. Levet'
And forc'd his soul the nearest way.
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no. 782
Contemplation, lovely fair,
`Contemplation an ode'
Teach me to live, and teach to die.
Yale
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no.2001
Contentment, rosy dimpled fair
Manners, Catherine Rebecca ( ), lady, 1767?_1852
`Address to contentment'
I ask but competence and thee.
Yale
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no. 748
Could but our tempers move like this machine
`On a watch'
And lasting joy when time shall be no more.
Yale
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no. 704
Could I arrive to the most perfect rise
Porter, [ ]
`On charity'
Triumphant sister of the three shall reign.
Yale
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no.1033
Could then the babes from yond' unshelter'd cot
Russell, Thomas, 1762_1788
`Sonnet'
Shall gild their passage to eternal rest.
Yale
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no. 751
Cramp, the barber, lives here; step in if you please,
`Lines pasted up in the window of a young hair-dresser just begun business at Kinchley in Lancastershire'
And I'll endeavor to please you, while on this side the grave.
Yale
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no. 727
Custom alas! does partial prove
`The female complaint'
Or give to mankind less.
Yale
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no. 703
Cymon a poor, but happy wight;
`The self-taught philosopher'
It's manly never to despair.
Yale
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no. 342
Daphnis and St[r]ephon to the shades retir'd
And the low sun had lengthen'd every shade.
Yale
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no.1024
Dark was the dawn! and o'er the deep
Robinson, Mary (Derby), 1758?_1800
`The storm'
And with her heart's true love, plung'd in a wat'ry grave!
Yale
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no. 579
Daughter of liberty, whose knife
Wolcot, John (`Peter Pindar'), 1738_1819
`Hymn to the guillotine'
Death and the devil, and Tom Paine.
Yale
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no. 529
Daughter of spring, sweet child of solitude,
`The solitary rose-tree'
Catch the fair ray, sweet daughter of the spring.
Yale
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no.1066
Dear Charles | Two months scarce have pass'd since 'twas said without reason,
`From a resident at Bath to his friend in the country'
I hate to be grave when I'm writing to you.
Yale
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no.1084
Dear Chloe, whilst the busy crowd,
Cotton, Nathaniel, 1705_1788
`The fireside'
And smooth the bed of death.
Yale
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no. 132
Dear lovely rose, that in the morn,
`The rose'
With cold and chilling snows?
Yale
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no.1002
Dear Mary attend, sad news from your friend,
`From a country lady who had lost her portmanteau to her friend in London'
Unless I could write something better.
Yale
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no. 47
Dear mother, my time has been wretchedly spent
Anstey, Christopher, 1724_1805
`Consultation of Bath physicians'
Can cure all distempers that ever were known.
Yale
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no.1094
Dear Peggy, since the single state
`Advice to a young lady lately married'
And blushing, throw the pen aside.
Yale
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no.1013
Dear Psyche, come, with cheerful face,
Barber, Mary, 1690?_1757
`To a friend'
And conquer ev'n the tyrant's pain.
Yale
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no.1074
Dear sinless babe, whose peaceful room
`A mother to her child before its birth'
And then you'll never want a friend.
Yale
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no. 982
Dear Sir, what strange hard-hearted fate,
`A poetical epistle to the Revd. Mr. ____'
Send cards about if they think fit.
Yale
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no. 102
Dear youth! This is thy natal day,
`Lines addressed to a friend whose birthday falls on the 12 of April. By a lady'
Which gives thy laurel's bloom!
Yale
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no. 580
Did you but know, when bath'd in dew,
`Lines sent to a young lady addicted to fashionable hours, with a violet'
If once you let them go!
Yale
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no.1062
Do what he will, she's ever at his sleeve,
`Nature the oracle of Mr. Garrick'
I told him all my secrets long ago.
Yale
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no. 741
Dorinda cheerful, young and gay,
`The effect of a passion for gaming'
Be warn'd, shun gaming and be wise.
Yale
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no. 104
Down, down a thousand fathom deep,
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`The sea-nymph...Udolpho'
There, in cool seas, I love to lave.
Yale
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no. 509
Dreams which in sleep their various scenes display
`On dreams'
And images confus'd of things awake.
Yale
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no. 341
Each has his faults, we readily allow,
`Epilogue to [Everyone has his faults, a comedy]'
The heartfelt blessings of domestic peace.
Yale
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no. 809
Each shuns his brother, and each fears his friend!
`Descriptive of the miseries of France'
Till nature, faint with anguish, sinks in sleep!
Yale
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no. 515
Early remov'd from bleak misfortune's pow'r
`Epitaph on a child'
Hath to eternal summer chang'd thy spring.
Yale
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no.1021
Eliza was beyond compare
`A ballad founded on fact'
And mournfully expir'd.
Yale
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no. 69
Enchanting smiler gentle be thy rest,
`To an infant sleeping in the arms of its mother'
Their parent dies, and saddens all the shade.
Yale
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no. 74
Entreat me not Stella to go
West, Mrs. [ ]
`A pastoral poem'
Remember his Mira was true.
Yale
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no. 302
Excuse fair Belinda, and deign to attend
`To Belinda a young lady passionately fond of gaming'
I'll secure you the game by the gift of a heart.
Yale
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no. 959
Fade beauteous flow'r nor mourn thy transient date
`On seeing a flower in a lady's bosom'
Flavia would scorn one, as she now does you.
Yale
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no. 206
Fain I'd comply with what you're pleas'd to ask;
`Carolina's answer' [to `Madam, tho' oft...']
Can raise the luster of the radiant stone.
Yale
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no. 253
Fair blew the winds, the vessel sails:
Pearson, [ ]
`Pearson's Medallion'
Unrivall'd in her Sidney's breast.
Yale
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no. 542
Fair Caroline, most lovely maid,
`On the death of Miss C[aroline] Fisher'
And shines an angel there.
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no. 783
Fair charity! 'tis thine to wipe away
`To charity'
And weeping friend the tear unbidden shed.
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no.1093
Fair mistress of the moving art,
M., J.
`The answer to Carolina' [i.e., to `Your verses, complaisant...']
He's little else to recommend him.
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no. 255
Fair nymph, whose verses sweet and free
Hayley, William, 1745_1820
`Verses from...to Miss Williams, upon her wishing to see his house'
Thy present, which will ever live.
Yale
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no.1092
Fairest flow'r all flowers excelling,
`To a child of five years old'
Evergreens that ne'er decay.
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no. 174
Falsely we think that change of place
`Stanzas on content'
Her presence makes it constant spring.
Yale
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no. 41
Fame heard with pleasure__straight replied
Hardwicke, Philip Yorke, 2nd earl
`Addition extempore' [to `Virtue and fame...']
A friend of yours__'tis Lyttelton!
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no. 24
Fancy, a bashful nymph, had fixed her seat
`Fancy'
And shake at ev'ry trembling spray.
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no. 504
Fancy still loves to guard her vot'ry's tomb,
`Lines in memory of T. Linley esqr and his two daughters Mrs. [Elizabeth] Sheridan and Mrs. [Mary] Tickell'
While heaven approv'd and virtue led the way!
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no. 627
Far from the gaudy scenes of life remov'd,
`On the death of a young lady'
Her worth so matchless, and so few her days.
Yale
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no. 234
Far in the windings of a vale,
`Edwin and Emma'
She shivering sigh'd and died.
Yale
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no. 194
Farewell, dear spirit, with the blest above,
`On the death of a beloved wife'
I'll tread her virtuous steps, and put my trust on God.
Yale
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no.1054
Farewell, lov'd mansion of my earlier days,
`The adieu'
And never fail to go contented home.
Yale
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no. 86
Farewell, ye lawns, by fond remembrance blest
Smith, Charlotte (Turner), 1749_1806
`Lines by...'
Bless the dear Lord__of this regretted scene.
Yale
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no. 574
Fashion, thou tyrant of despotic sway,
`Lines on fashion'
And ev'ry requisite for belle and beau!
Yale
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no. 27
Fatigu'd with illness, sick with pain
D__e, Mrs. [ ]
`Hymn to resignation'
I hope__I am resign'd.
Yale
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no. 609
Fell weapon, that in ruthless hand
Williams, [ ]
`Ode on converting a sword into a pruning hook'
We crown the Prince of Peace, He reigns th'eternal King.
Yale
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no. 521
Fie, fie, my Lord! Attack a saint-like past!
Wolcot, John (`Peter Pindar'), 1738_1819
`Ode to Lord Lonsdale'
So come, come eat thy beef at Lowther Hall.
Yale
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no. 306
First in procession of the pompous day,
`On the women strewing flowers before the coronation'
Could they but view the picture of thy mind.
Yale
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no. 719
First in the frontispiece, an angel shows,
`Description of a frontispiece to a Bible'
The soul is foster'd by the pastor's care.
Yale
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no. 233
Flown are those roses that illum'd thy cheek;
`To my lovely friend'
Till it had plac'd the olive in thy breast.
Yale
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no. 364
Fly from the crowd, and be to virtue true,
`C[h]aucer's last advice. Attempted in modern English'
So truth shall shield thee, or from hurt or fear.
Yale
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no. 353
Fly not so fast, delicious May
`To May'
Thy bloom to every month I live.
Yale
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no. 891
Fly swift, ye tardy, mournful hours,
That rest which passion never knows.
Yale
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no. 553
Folly and vice of every sort and kind,
`On satire'
A satire's smiles are sharper than its frown.
Yale
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no. 636
For various purposes serves the fan,
`On the use of the fan'
Are govern'd by a toy.
Yale
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no. 145
Forbear, nor more deride the key,
`Apology for the present fashion of the ladies' wearing keys on their breasts'
Is by love and duty, lock'd from thee.
Yale
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no. 139
Forgive me dear friend, for I own 'tis a crime,
`A letter from Miss T. to Miss R.'
Some in hopes a good fire, or their coach to obtain.
Yale
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no. 998
Fortune her gifts may variously dispose
But future views of better, or of worse.
Yale
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no. 322
Fortune! How vain thy flatt'ring voice,
`Sonnet'
Which soothes all sorrow, and contents the mind.
Yale
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no. 869
Fount of comfort, heav'nly bright,
`To contentment'
Virtue and content's the same.
Yale
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no. 946; see also `Sweet contentmentà'.
Frequent along the pebbly beach I pace,
Aikin, John, 1747_1822
`Description of the seashore'
And role in flaming billows to the shore.
Yale
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no. 571
Freron, a candidate for fame,
`On Freron'
What would be left for poor Freron.
Yale
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no. 689
Friend to the drooping heart, still whisp'ring peace
`Religion'
Which calm the sorrowing soul thro' each sad scene below.
Yale
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no. 866
Friendship, how sweet! How comely dost thou seem
`On the changes of friendship'
A wretch, as he who only wakes, to mourn.
Yale
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no. 340
Friendship, peculiar boon of heaven,
Johnson, Samuel, 1709_1784
`Friendship an ode'
Shall aid our happiness above.
Yale
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no.2022
Friendship! Thou soft propitious pow'r,
`Friendship'
He dares be honest, tho' he dies.
Yale
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no. 325
Friendship's a name to few confin'd,
`Friendship'
And leave you to your foes a prey.
Yale
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no.1006
From all the busy scenes of life,
`A wish'
What man can't give, nor man destroy.
Yale
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no. 819
From chaos wrapt in drear repose,
`Creation. An ode'
Nor question, but obey.
Yale
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no. 590
From education all our ills arise,
`On education'
And pleasures found not in the breast of kings.
Yale
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no. 379
From frozen climes and endless tracts of snow,
Philips, Ambrose
`Copenhagen. To the Earl [later Duke] of Dorset'
And, as he goes, the transient vision mourns.
Yale
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no. 776
From haunts of men, from day's obtrusive glance,
`To the bat'
Twilight thy love__thy guide her beaming star.
Yale
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no. 744
From lasting and unclouded day,
Philips, Katherine, 1631_1664
`Pompey's ghost to his wife Cornelia' [from The tragedy of Pompey, act iii]
Nor shall Cornelia shed a tear.
Yale
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no. 13
From life's superfluous cares enlarg'd
Cowley, Abraham, 1618_1667
`Epitaph on himself'
While yet with life his ashes glow.
Yale
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no. 775
From thy waves stormy Lannow I go,
Seward, Anna, 1742_1809
`The adieu to Lannow'
Will delight and repay all my care.
Yale
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no.2024 (attr. S. Fiddes)
From too alert a disposition,
`The death of genius'
And genius in a garret died.
Yale
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no. 652
From whom, or how did I begin?
`Accidental reflections'
The secret stands reveal'd.
Yale
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no. 990
Gentle herald of the spring,
`Ode to the swallow'
Gentle herald of the spring!
Yale
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no. 867
Glide gently on, thou murm'ring brook,
Rowe, Elizabeth (Singer), 1674_1737
`A sonnet'
Yet broke his faith with me.
Yale
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no. 729
Go daughters of fashion for pleasure repine
Pebham, Mrs. [ ]
`A song'
And our names, and our virtues, survive in our son.
Yale
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no.1065
Go, ingenious artists, to her,
Hammond, James, 1710_1742
`Verses from...to Emma. With a present of some pins, given at parting'
Gentle agent be sincere.
Yale
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no. 34
Go lovely rose,
Waller, Edmund, 1606_1687
`A song of...'
That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Yale
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no. 30
Go sigh! Go, viewless herald of my breast,
Robinson, Mary (Derby), 1758?_1800
`A sigh'
And live the silent tenant of my breast.
Yale
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no. 517
Go, spotless honor and unsullied truth,
`Inscribed on the tomb of a young lady, by her lover'
A friend inscribes thy tomb, whose tears bedew'd thy hearse.
Yale
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no. 279
Go virgin kid with lambent kiss,
`Verses written by a gentleman on a lady's glove'
Than ever yet I've done.
Yale
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no.1088
Go, Zephyr, and whisper the maid,
Wolcot, John (`Peter Pindar'), 1738_1819
`To Cynthia'
And her cot is the seat of the loves.
Yale
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no. 765
God in the nature of each being, founds,
That ease, for which we labor, and we die.
Yale
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no.1025
God of my health! Whose bounteous care,
Merrick, James, 1720_1769
`An hymn to the Creator'
That stamp'd his image there.
Yale
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no. 237
God prosper long our manor's lord,
`Verses by ____'
To conquer first__must yield.
Yale
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no.1083
Goddess! O'er me diffuse thy influence,
`Ode to memory'
I'll quaff the bowl of joy, or drain the cup of woe!
Yale
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no. 904
Goddess of golden dreams, whose magic pow'r
`An elegy'
And snatch a bliss beyond the reach of fate.
Yale
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no. 236
Good God! And am I still alive!
`A New Year's meditation'
That I am spar'd another year.
Yale
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no. 122
Good mother, if you please, you may,
`To my mother'
Instead of watching__you may sleep.
Yale
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no. 216
Good news Mr. Tart,
Abbotts, Henry, of Gloucester
`A true copy of verses found among the papers of...in answer to a dunning letter sent to him by Mr. Tart of Birmingham'
So adieu, from your friend: Thomas Tart.
Yale
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no. 143
Gracious pow'rs convey me where
`On retirement'
Join to grace my charmer's mind.
Yale
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no. 176
Great nature's God whose lib'ral hand appears
`On God'
Who thro' eternity, is still the same.
Yale
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no. 330
Great source of bliss, inspire my soul,
`Ode to charity'
And raise him from the grave.
Yale
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no. 950
Grown old, and grown stupid, you just think me fit,
`A receipt, to make l'eau de vie'
The nectar your sister presents to the gods.
Yale
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no. 135
Hail artless simplicity, beautiful maid,
More, Hannah, 1745_1833
`Simplicity'
When without it we purchase both pleasure and health.
Yale
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no. 768
Hail, beauteous stranger of the wood,
`The cuckoo'
Companions of the spring.
Yale
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no. 824
Hail, blushing goddess, beauteous spring,
Vanhomrigh, Esther, 1690_1723
`An ode to spring'
And waft sweet odors to the skies.
Yale
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no. 722
Hail bright invention! By whose friendly aid,
`Reflections on a clean shirt'
But seems fol-lol, and comfortably clean.
Yale
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no. 213
Hail conscious virtue! Sacred guest,
`Ode to virtue...[by] Lavinia'
Secure is virtue's frame.
Yale
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no. 940
Hail guardian goddess, ever bless'd,
`Ode to hope'
Still hoping to be bless'd.
Yale
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no. 927
Hail man belov'd, whose shining form declare,
`God's goodness display'd, in his creation and presentation'
To him who gave the muse the pow'r to sing.
Yale
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no.1039
Hail sacred haunt, fit to receive
`Verses written with a pencil in a grove, at ____, near Lewes, October 8. 1764. Inscribed to Miss B___'
Or death dissolve this tyrant's sway.
Yale
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no. 117
Hail sacred solitude, hail bless'd retreat
`On solitude'
And thus convey me to a better shade.
Yale
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no.1031; see also previous.
Hail solitude divine! Wherever dwells,
Parsons, [ ]
`Elegy on the convent at ____'
And trusts to greet you in the realms of light.
Yale
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no. 533
Hail source of transport, ever new!
`Hymn to benevolence'
And make me wholly thine.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1050
Hail the happy peaceful morn,
`Ode to a friend on his birthday...Rosina'
Of a smiling deity.
Yale
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no. 573
Hail to thy golden light propitious star!
`To the pole star'
Of love, of peace, and mild content possest.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 544
Happy now youth thy tender bosom warms,
`To a young lady occasioned by her fondness for novels'
Th'attendant vot'ry at Apollo's shrine.
Yale
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no. 599
Happy teaspoon, which can hit,
`The teaspoon. Occasioned by Dr. Hill's prescribing a teaspoonful of every medicine to every patient indiscriminately'
Doctor Hill's unequall'd wit.
Yale
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no. 264
Happy the great, who, by experience know
`Lines on Waller'
Much to God's honor and his own content.
Yale
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no.1049
Hard was thy fate! Alas unhappy maid!
`Epitaph on a young lady who died for love'
Her only blemish was, she lov'd too well.
Yale
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no. 209
Hark, my gay friend, that solemn toll
Stevens, Thomas, Baptist minister
`The unknown world[:] verses occasioned by hearing a pass-bell'
Let it my God, be happy too.
Yale
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no. 147
Hark! My gay friend, that solemn toll
Stevens, Thomas, Baptist minister
`On death'
Conceal'd in vehicles of air.
Yale
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no. 836 (stanzas 1_11)
Hast thou for mold'ring dust one pitying tear
`Epitaph on a lady'
Weep o'er this grave, and sigh she is no more.
Yale
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no. 78
Health to great Glo'ster__from a man unknown,
Churchill, Charles, 1731_1764
`The dedication [to William Warburton, bishop of Gloucester] prefixed to the sermons of the late...'
How low, how mean, and full as poor as I.
Yale
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no.1072
Heaven knows! I never would repine,
Robinson, Mary (Derby), 1758?_1800
`Lines from Mrs. Robinson's novel of Angelina'
Ah! Let me die, and feel no more.
Yale
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no. 604
Hence, hence vain illusions, fond visions of joy,
`The resolution'
Soft act and live but to love and admire.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 622
Hence, let me haste, from life's fantastic shows,
`The tender sister. An elegy'
Forever triumph, and forever reign.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 76
Hence, motley mirth and wanton song
Dyer, George, 1755_1841
`On pity'
This wreath for pity wove, and brighten'd with a tear.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 747
Henceforth, be every tender tear suppress'd,
Smart, Christopher, 1722_1770
`Epitaph on Master Newbury'
And on the eleventh winter, died a man.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 705
Her awful sword, when sacred justice rears,
`Lines on the melancholy situation of a certain unfortunate divine'
May he stern justice weigh in mercy's scale!
Yale
c.83/1
no. 141
Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts,
Goldsmith, Oliver, 1730?_1774
`Character of Mr. Cumberland'
He grew lazy at last, and drew from himself.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 739
Here, Hermes says Jove, who with nectar was mellow,
Garrick, David, 1717_1779
`Jupiter and Mercury a fable'
Your Hermes, shall fetch him, to make him sport here.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 737
Here in the consecrated earth enshrin'd,
`To the memory of Miss Maria Carr'
Maria lives__and is__herself again.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1003
Here lies a virgin, sacrific'd to death,
Brockhurst, [ ]
`Epitaph by a gentleman that courted a lady, which lady died for love of another'
Weep reader, and show virtue in your eyes.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 210
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can,
Goldsmith, Oliver, 1730?_1774
`Retaliation'
And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 738
Here lies sweet Robin, gentle bird,
`Epitaph on a Robin Redbreast'
In doing what he ought.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 519
Here rests a woman, good without pretense,
Pope, Alexander, 1688_1744
`Epitaph' [on Elizabeth Corbett]
The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 699
Here rests Lycisus, undisturb'd and freed
`An epitaph on a blind man's dog'
Poor Irus, of his guardian, and his guide.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 219
Here rests, what once had ev'ry charm,
`An epitaph on an unfortunate lady'
The gentle maid, despair'd and died.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 199
Here sleeps a man, who ne'er a friend deceiv'd;
`Epitaph'
Though born to die__we die to live again.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 270
Here to man's honor, or to man's disgrace,
`Epitaph on Mr. Elwes'
Was God not mercy, when he creature's dust.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 401
His Chloe's breast the bard of old
`Waxen bosoms__an epigram'
Is turn'd to yielding wax.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1053
Honest William, an easy and goodnatured fellow
`Written by a brewer's daughter, on her father's discharging his coachman for getting in liquor'
That enable you brewers, to ride in your coaches.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 259
Honor all day assails our car[e]s
`Modern honor'
And knaves without, and knaves with ears.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 934
Hopeless, abandon'd, aimless, and oppress'd,
Hill, Aaron
`Verses made for Mr. Savage and sent to his mother, Lady Macklenfield'
And when she pities__who can be distress'd.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 187
Houses, churches, mix'd together,
Bancks, John
`A description of London'
This is London__how d'ye like it.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 697
How are thy servants blest, O Lord?
`An ode made by a clergyman at the conclusion of his troubles'
Shall join my soul to Thee.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 777
How cheerful I pass the long day;
`A pastoral'
And hold thee, the first of my joys.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 915
How dark is the hour while my love is away;
Wolcot, John (`Peter Pindar'), 1738_1819
`The disconsolate__a song'
Who brought them all hither and led them away.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1075
How everything will this mild rain
`Exclamations caused by the welcome appearance of rain...Answer'
Thank God, she's deaf and dumb!
Yale
c.83/3
no.1011
How few are those who teach while they delight
`To the Marquis de Villette'
The duty to be__happy for our pains.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 694
How grateful does the incense rise
Porter, William Warren, 1776_1804
`On the death of a young lady'
To live, and to be lov'd, like thee.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 578
How great my pleasure at the play,
`The contrasted joys. A fact'
Religious joys will last, when call'd to die.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 554
How many foolish, paltry, painted things,
Drayton, Michael, 1563_1631
`Drayton's sixth sonnet. Addressed to a lady'
And still survive in my immortal song.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 844
How often pride produces cares,
`The tinderbox'
Nor by our wrangling copy man.
Yale
c.83/4
no.1096
How pleasant is the green wood's deep-matted shade,
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`The glow-worm'
If I, with my pale light, came not near.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 870
How prone the bosom is to sigh!
`The tear'
And then, 'tis all the sighing tear.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 60
How quick, alas! time slides away,
`A young gentleman on his sister's birthday'
And everlasting day.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 960
How short is life's uncertain space
Merrick, James
`The wish'
Be center'd in a friend.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 343
How short the joys that happiest mortals find,
`On the death of a lovely boy, addressed to his disconsolate friends'
Nor murmur since he lives amongst the blest.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 958
How smooth that lake expands its ample breast
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`Stanzas'
And fancy all her loveliest dreams impart.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 857
How sweet is love's first gentle sway,
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`Sonnet'
Relentless frowns, and wings th'envenom'd dark.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 853
How sweet the calm of this sequester'd shore,
Carter, Elizabeth, 1717_1806
`The calm evening'
The social virtues, and the absent friend.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 610
How sweet to wind the forest's tangled shade,
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`The first hour of morning'
Here spread her blush, and bid the parent live.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 868
How true the tale which Stella does relate,
`Deceitfulness of human friendship'
Be mine these charms which never will decay.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 979
How vain a thought is bliss below!
`On pleasure'
To her eternal home.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 933
How vain is man, how fluttering are his joys
`On the uncertainty of worldly enjoyments'
Or never hope to meet with happy days.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1034
Humbly behold, I bow myself to Thee,
`Jane Shore's prayer. O thou most righteous judge!'
And only hope forgiveness in the grave.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 714
Hush'd be the voice of joy, nor let the lyre,
`Elegy on the death of Miss Eliza Price'
Wing'd her quick passage to the realms of light.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 923
I am a weary pilgrim,
`The weary pilgrim'
Hope says they're happy pains.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1012
I am monarch of all I survey:
Cowper, William, 1731_1800
`Robinson Crusoe's [i.e., Alexander Selkirk's] soliloquy on the island of Juan Fernandez'
And reconciles man to his lot.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 728
I ask not to be rich or great__
`A thought'
They'll ope with sweet surprise.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1038
I cannot meet the lambkin's asking eye,
Wolcot, John (`Peter Pindar'), 1738_1819
The cry of murder shall not damn my dome.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 311
I do not wish thee to bestow
Logan, Maria
`Address to health'
Dismay'd beholds thy colors fly.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 398
I had a little stunted vine,
`To the AbbT de Voisenon'
Alas! what should we do without a friend?
Yale
c.83/2
no. 695
I have a silent sorrow here,
Sheridan, Richard Brinsley Butler, 1751_1816
`Song in The stranger' [by Benjamin Thompson; pr. 1798?]
Unpardon[ed], love, by thee.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 937
I hold for faith__what England's church allows
`The double-faced creed'
Who shuns the mass__is Catholic and wise.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 215
I love the labyrinth the silent glade,
Robinson, Mary (Derby), 1758?_1800
`Solitude'
That seeks for solitude, and sighs for rest.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 552
I often tried in vain, to find
Sheridan, Thomas, 1719_1788
`A simile for the ladies' [pr. 1737 (Foxon 409)]
That one may go, for t'other's name.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 192
I see, I see approach these wish'd-for days,
`The triumph of freedom'
And all be joy prosperity and peace.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 392
I sigh and lament me in vain,
Hunter, Anne (Home), 1742_1821
`Mary Queen of Scot's lamentation'
My blood it runs cold at the sound.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 133
I sigh fair injur'd stranger! For thy fate
`On a late connubial rupture in high life'
Like two bright dew-drops meeting in a flower.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 628
I sing the boy who gagg'd and bound,
`On a dumb boy very beautiful and great quickness of parts'
And cork'd thee but to make thee quicker.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 173
I thought by mingling with the gay,
`Reflection'
From the full heart the conscious tear will flow.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 637
I who by nature was design'd
`Madam du Bocage to her sister'
Diversify each rolling year.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 644
I'll tell you why I love my love:
`A song'
And makes her mine secure.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 124
I'd have her reason all her passions sway,
`Description of a woman's perfections'
She goes the least of womankind astray.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 378
If aught could soothe to peace the wounded breast,
Robinson, Mary (Derby), 1758?_1800
`Ode to the harp of the late Louisa Hanway'
To fan Aurora's burning breast.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 387
If Cupid in sport,
`A lady's resolution'
And make shift with an old-fashioned beau.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 701
If friendship, charity, zeal, virtue die,
`Epitaph in a churchyard in Gloucester'
Equal she fell, but shall not equal rise.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 698
If on this roof high heav'n should send,
`To adversity'
Whate'er becomes of mine.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 214
If purest virtue, sense refin'd in youth,
`The Earl of Comber to the memory of his lady'
And Harriet, O my Harriet, had not died.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 586
If sorrow claims compassion's meed, a tear,
Eyers, [ ]
`The poor Negro__a tale...Poetic essays'
And snatch each Negro out of slavery.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 863
If you my son, should e'er incline
`To my child, if a son'
And bid thee fly to her relief.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 983
Imagination in the flight
Smart, Christopher, 1722_1770
`Reason and imagination'
For praise, may never sink to scorn.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 648
Imprimis__my departed shade I trust
Leapor, Mary, 1722_1746
`Mira's will'
In body healthy, and compos'd in mind.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1041
In a lone corner, almost hid in shade,
Robinson, Mary (Derby), 1758?_1800
`Unhappy love'
Forgot his mournful wreath, and dropp'd a pitying tear.
Yale
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no. 501
In all her bloom the graceful fair,
Ramsay, Allan, 1686_1758
`To the memory of Lady Margaret Anstruther'
Unmindful of our fruitless sighs and tears.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 246
In ancient times in Britain's isle
`Henry and Catherine'
`My love'__and so she died.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 313
In ancient times, some hundred winters past
`The heroines or modern memoirs'
And boldly prints and publishes her shame.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1028
In Bess's reign, e'en dames of rank could make
`The little cake'
She joins Eliza's reign with George's polish'd days.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 545
In Britain's isle no matter where,
Spatter, [ ]
`Addressed to a young lady by...on Cousin Porter'
And still the nymph be deem'd divine.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 61; see also next.
In Broome so neat, in Broome so clean,
Shenstone, William, 1714_1763
`Ballad written at Broome, by the late...on his cousin Miss Dalmon, taking some verses left upon his table. (Not published in his works.)'
Can with her eyes compare.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 274
In early life's unclouded scene,
Smith, Charlotte (Turner), 1749_1806
`Thirty-eight to Mrs. H__y'
That leads from thirty e'en to thirty-eight!
Yale
c.83/3
no. 754
In Georgia's land, where Teflis' tow'rs are seen,
Collins, William, 1721_1759
`Abra and Abbas'
And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 290
In God the Father I believe,
`The creed'
And the soul's everlasting doom.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 821
In heav'n, bright maid that bliss receive
`Ode to humanity'
Thou goddess art below.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 638
In heav'n bright maid, that bliss receive
`Ode to humanity'
Thou goddess art below.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 901
In life's gay morn young Mary's eye,
Pearson, [ ]
`Song'
To meet my angel in the skies.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 543
In London I never knew what to be at
Morris, Thomas, capt., b. 1732
`The country life'
The devil a thing do you catch__but a cold.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1037
In melting strains that sweetly flow,
Mary Stuart, queen of Scots, 1524_1587
`Written by Mary Queen of Scots, on the loss of her husband'
For ah! His absence ne'er can cease.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 572
In Pluto's dark abodes, the sisters three
`To the King of Prussia on his recovery...Voltaire'
Requires an abler pen, and stronger pow'rs than mine.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 692
In Rome of old, as ancient poets sing,
`Epistle to Sophia'
But thy indiff'rence makes a thousand blest.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 688
In Rome when Lucius bore the sway,
`A tale of Gower's modernized'
As from examples may be shown.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 350
In Russia's frozen clime some ages since
Lisle, Thomas, of Magdalen College, Oxford
`The history of Porsenna, King of Russia' [Dodsley collection]
And everything on earth submits to time.
Yale
c.83/4
no.1090
In scripture, Sir, 'tis said, we must,
Lepipre, Mary
`Miss L___ to Cornet F___ on his falling down and breaking his nose, sent with a nose of clay...Reading Jan. 2d.'
I took a deal of pains to make it.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 150
In silent horror o'er the boundless waste,
`The sultry desert'
Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 635 (ll. 1_68)
In that roguish face one sees
Piozzi, Hester Lynch Thrale, 1741_1821
`Female fascination'
Witcheries that wait on love.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 607
In the barn, the tenant cock,
Cunningham, John, 1729_1773
`A pastoral. The morning...noon...evening' [c. 1761]
Bid the setting sun adieu.
Yale
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no. 196
In the fever of youth, ev'ry pulse in a flame,
`The dying rake a soliloquy'
Though tir'd of living, yet dreading to die.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 941
In the sightless air I dwell,
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`Song of a spirit...from...Romance of the forest'
To die along the gales of eve.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 786
In these gay times, when pleasure swells her sail,
`On fashions'
Warren and Co. would soon leave off their trade.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1001
In this, dear George, we both agree,
`The washing week'
A washing every week.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 358
In Wales full many a grave divine,
`Vindication of the Welsh parson'
They learn to practice there.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 581
In wedlock when the sen[s]es(?) meet,
Colton, Dr. [ ]
`Marriage'
And taught the tongue to wrong the heart.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 324
In youth, by hope remov'd to distant days,
`Thoughts on death'
My hand shall beckon, and my wish shall meet.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 344
Ingenious friend, prais'd by thee
`The answer' [to `I had a little stunted vine...']
He gives to thee the vine thy praise inspires.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 696
Ingratitude__thou sin accurst,
`On ingratitude'
Art only equall'd, by the devil.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 969
Inspire me heaven, nor in me leave a thought
Since Allah calls throughout a virtuous land.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 588
Is it for us thy charms are spread?
Bidlake, [ ]
`Ode to the rose'
To blush unknown or vainly waste.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 506
It was a winter's evening, and fast came down the snow,
`A winter piece'
Then cast her eyes to heaven, then bow'd her head and died.
Yale
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no. 43
Jenny Bull the other day,
`On liberty'
If that be liberty.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 526
Julia of all the village fair,
Farrell, [ ]
`Julia a ballad'
Her soul to Edward flew.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 673
Just emblem of our station here,
`A moral'
Shall sweeten life while life doth last.
Yale
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no. 332
Keen was the blast, and black the morn
Anstey, Christopher, 1724_1805
`The farmer's daughter[.] A tale'
She slept, to wake no more.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 562
Kind god of sleep! Thy aid impart,
`To sleep'
And sweeten my repose.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 771
Ladies of old, 'twas understood
`On the present loose drapery of the fair'
She fears not what vain man can do.
Yale
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no. 528 (bis)
Ladies who chance to frisk this way,
Lackington, [ ]
`An epitaph on the tombstone of Mrs. Lackington'
May you, like her, have peace in death.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 760
Lady muse shall chant anon,
`Life; an anacreontic ode. From Rural philosophers'
If such is life, and such are men.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 59
Last of the hours, that track the fading day,
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`Song of the evening hour'
Down the deep west I fly from midnight's shroud.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 877
Laura, canst thou forsake the town,
`To Laura'
Both love and charms more true.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 551
Let fam'd Descartes, or Newton tell,
`The friendship between two ladies'
Like the first happy pair.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 17
Let none despair of providence,
What seems impossible to view.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 108
Let others boast Palladian skill
Woodhouse, James, 1735_1820
`Benevolence an ode by...a journeyman shoemaker, inscribed to his friend'
And wings the conscious hours with gladness as they fly.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 352
Let sages, with superfluous pains,
`Instructions from flowers'
Ye cannot fail to please.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 828
Let shining charity adorn your zeal,
`[St. Matthew] chapter the 6.'
O faithless man! Who yet distrusts him too.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 184
Let some at ease consult their mind,
`On amusements'
If you so good a judge approve.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 939
Let stoics boast the cold relentless heart,
`On sympathy'
Her precepts make my neighbor's int'rest mine.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 339
Let those who love the silent cell,
*Burrell, [ ], lady
`The anchorite's invitation'
And what I share, I learn to prize.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 406
Let truth and love your thoughts secure,
`Importuning a very young lady to write'
A sure instruction sends.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 88
Life is fleeting, feed not sorrow,
`On hope'
And bliss there reigns without allay.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 5
Life the dear precarious boon!
`Life an ode'
Awful period! Who can tell.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 834
Life's a varied, bright illusion,
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`Song'
Catch the pleasures ere they fade.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 849
Life's like a flow'r the gard'ner plants
`Life an ode'
Borne down with many years.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1046
Like the soft gladd'ning dawn of light,
`Friendship an ode'
That feels another's woe.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 157
Listen dear Mira, to the voice of truth,
`To Mira a prey to discontent'
That pall the heart and banish calm repose.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 746
Little bird with bosom red,
Langhorne, John, 1735_1779
`To a redbreast'
Eat thee bones and all my boy.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 247
Live while you live, the epicure would say,
`Live while you live'
I live in pleasure, when I live to Thee.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 3
Lo! Discord from her hideous cavern springs,
`On war'
And ev'ning, with its dew embalms the dead.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 789
Lo, in yon silent grave are left,
`On the funeral of Mr. [ ] whose wife and child and himself died within a short time of each other'
And join'd them in the realms of day.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 619
Lo! Where in yonder glory-fringed sky
Cooper, Dr. [ ]
`An elegy'
A death as placid! A reward as sure!
Yale
c.83/2
no. 606
Lock'd are the golden gates of day
Jones, Christopher
`Midnight thoughts by...a journeyman weaver, who makes verses while writing at his loom'
Beyond the pow'r of human reach.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 14
Lone minstrel of the moonlight hour,
Wolcot, John (`Peter Pindar'), 1738_1819
`The nightingale'
I hear my sorrows mix with mine [thine?].
Yale
c.83/2
no. 583
Long had I sought in vain to find,
`A simile in the manner of Swift'
Denote the rage with which he writes.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 999
Lorn tenant of the peaceful glade
`To the primrose'
Blest hope to an eternal May.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1010
Lost to the world, alone I pine;
Charles I
`Supposed to be written by...during his imprisonment in Carisbrook, and intended for his queen, Henrietta Maria'
Which calls me to the tomb.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 539
Love, a strong designing foe,
`The advice'
While a greater holds the place.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 773
Love ye the scenes of rural life__
`Champion Hill near Camberwell'
For solid bliss on Champion Hill.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 615
Lovely, lasting peace of mind,
*Brereton, Jane? or Parnell, Thomas?
`A hymn to contentment'
Or own the next begun in this.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 370
Lucy, while resting in this verdant shade
`Henry and Lucy, a pastoral'
Beguile the tedious hours with farther talk.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 567
Madam before your feet I lay,
`Hymen to Eliza'
That every line was wrote by me. | Cupid
Yale
c.83/4
no.1080
Madam, I hope you'll think it's true,
Leapor, Mary, 1722_1746
`A modern love letter...[by] Strephon'
Or else this very moment dies.
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no. 970
Madam, tho' oft I've begg'd of you
`To Carolina. By a lady of fifteen...Stella'
Some pretty things in verse to say.
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no. 252
Madam, your hand I humbly kiss,
`A dialogue between a gentleman and a lady'
Who carries hell within his breast.
Yale
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no. 121
Marble__the pillar against which he stood,
`On our Savior's being bound to a pillar before Pilate. An Italian epigram'
My hope's last conflict, and its last reward.
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no. 249
May angels guard thee with distinguish'd care,
`The wish'
To rise and flourish in immortal bloom.
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no. 328
May you my dear be daily seen,
`From a gentleman to his niece, on sending her a pot of myrtle'
And ever blooming__evergreen.
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no. 245
Merely to breathe, howe'er enrich'd with wealth,
`On the recovery of a most valued friend...Otranto Castle Nov: 2 [17]86'
This toast, health 'tis with thee I wish to live.
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no. 16
Merit's a plant so delicate in bloom,
`The village monitor'
Evelyn, the pride of Thornley's lone retreats.
Yale
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no. 558
Methinks, O! vain ill-judging book,
`A preface'
Go, my delight! Dear book, adieu!
Yale
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no. 883
Methought I saw before my feet,
Lyttelton, George Lyttelton, 1st baron, 1709_1789
`Letter to Earl H___, occasioned by [`Fame heard with pleasure']'
Virtue would think her best reward!
Yale
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no. 24
'Midst barren rocks the heedless poet plays,
`Mr. Voltaire's answer to the Duke of Bouillon who had written a letter in verse on the edition of Corneille'
And laugh at all the little crowd below.
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no. 687
Mighty Pan! With tender care
`The happy pair'
From the bridegroom and the bride.
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no. 231
Mira, take this painted fan;
`To a lady, with a painted fan; on one side an old woman reading with spectacles her crutch standing by her; on the reverse, Virtue in a rich-wrought but loose robe looking upward, and giving alms, in an inclining posture, to a beggar on the ground'
Virtue may exist unseen.
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no. 837
Mira, this machine, you'll find,
`To Mira with a repeating watch'
Wins the Christian's crown on high.
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no. 283
Mira, while on earth our stay,
`To Mira. On our removal from P. to B[at]h'
Claim a mansion in the sky.
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no. 29
Morn's beaming eyes at length unclose,
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`Sonnet'
Eve's pensive shades more soothe her meek distress.
Yale
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no. 851
Muse impart all thy art,
`An ode to Delia'
All their lays to resound | Half their praise.
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no. 207
My beds are all furnish'd with fleas,
`Burlesque on Shenstone' [`My banks they are furnish'd with bees...' (second part of `Ye shepherds so cheerful...')]
Who could rob a poor mite of his cheese.
Yale
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no. 794
My child! And must I far from thee
Williams, Helen Maria, 1762_1827
`Lines by a gentleman, during a long confinement in Paris, and addressed to his son only four years of age who had lost his mother a few months after his birth. Imitation from the French'
Thy mother one embrace for thee!
Yale
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no. 624
My dear Mr. Bate, I'm a bard of this city,
`Prologue to a new Bath guide for the year 1781'
The debt which you owe to fair W__r__t__n to pay.
Yale
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no.1085
My dears, 'tis said in days of old,
Cotton, Nathaniel, 1705_1788
`Fable of the bee, the ant, and sparrow. By...M. D. of St. Albans, addressed to his daughters, Phoebe and Kitty, at Stony Stratford boarding school'
The wicked wanton sparrow died.
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no.1095
My friend requests that like the dying swan,
`To a lady who desired some verses on my leaving Bath'
Where all is love, and joy, and happiness.
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no. 81
My good old friend accept from me,
`A receipt for an asthma' [answered by `My good old friend I'm glad...']
Truth and sincerity reward.
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no. 189
My good old friend I'm glad to see,
`The answer' [to `My good old friend accept from me...']
Nor care a fig for Monsieur Bing.
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no. 190
My language is rude and uncouth,
West, Mrs. [ ]
`A pastoral supposed to be in the Highlands'
Then melted illusive in air.
Yale
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no. 304
My mind to me a kingdom is,
Dyer, Sir Edward, 1543_1607
`An old ballad' [to the tune of In Crete]
Would all do so, as well as I.
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no. 195
My rev'rend friend, too plain I see
`An epistle to a divine on the united merits of the pen and needle'
'Twas yours, the freedom first to court.
Yale
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no. 18
My rum is out! My spirits die!
`Sung by a young tar, on the deck with a can in his hand...Royal captive'
I wish my keg of rum was tight.
Yale
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no. 540
My tears attend thee to the shades below,
`Epitaph on a wife'
Her sacred ashes unpolluted keep.
Yale
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no. 329
My time, O ye muses, was happily spent,
`The old celebrated song of Colin and Phoebe'
Nor will budge one foot faster, for all thou canst say.
Yale
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no. 154
Mystic sign of magic power,
`A blush'
Wake at thy birth, and at thy bidding flow.
Yale
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no. 944
Nature gives all creatures arms,
`The power of beauty'
Man himself to beauty yields.
Yale
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no. 702
Near the brook in yonder dale
`The wood nymph, from Love in a cottage'
And heal'd, when thought to wound.
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no. 35
Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd,
Goldsmith, Oliver, 1730?_1774
`Description of a country parson'
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
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no. 314
Next there a monk appears in place,
`The monk modernized from Chaucer'
His horse was sleek, and as the berry brown.
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no. 354
Night and darkness round us close,
`A sonnet'
Unconscious of this awful roar.
Yale
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no. 534
No God thou shalt adore but me,
`The ten commandments'
Or anything that he may have.
Yale
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no. 822
No joys of virtue like conscious goodness, please,
`On virtue'
A life of rapture, from the wound of death.
Yale
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no. 48
No more I heed the muffin's zest,
Drew, Major [ ], of Exeter
`Receipt to make a Sally-Lunn (a well-known cake at Bath)'
The wondrous work consign.
Yale
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no. 629
Not all that are accounted great
`On true and false nobility'
And grasp true goodness there!
Yale
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no. 643
Not for the promise of the labor'd field,
O'Neill, Henrietta, 1758_1793
`Ode to the poppy'
Burst these terrestial bonds, and other regions try.
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no. 846 (attr. `Geraldine Verney' [character in C. Smith's Desmond])
Not lands but learning makes a man complete,
Virtue, not honor, makes him fortunate.
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no. 138
Not thy beauty with grief my heart fills,
`Sonnet on leaving Bath'
Ah, how shall I learn to forget!
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no. 240
Now all is hush'd, the solemn chime
`A midnight hymn'
As pure as when it first was mine.
Yale
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no. 889
Now at moonlight's fairy hour
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`Air'
Call on Echo to rejoice.
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no. 856
Now down the steep of heav'n the source of day
`An evening thought'
And heav'n enjoy, when number'd with the dead.
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no. 642
Now genial spring a living warmth bestows,
`Spring'
Remend his tackle, and his rod retie.
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no. 917
Now hardly here and there a hackney coach,
Swift, Jonathan, 1667_1745
`A description of the town. Morning'
And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hand.
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no. 243
Now night had spread her spangled canopy
`Night'
Sweeten'd their hearts, and lull'd their cares away.
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no. 6
Now reigns aloft the glorious sun,
`Summer'
And lovely havoc strews the plains.
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no. 918
Now sweet is this nosegay how charming it blows
`In a nosegay'
And adore my kind Father above.
Yale
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no. 285
Nymph of the stream where Chalford spreads,
That heart__too hard before.
Yale
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no. 272
O'er Ilion's plains, where once the warrior bled,
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`Stanzas'
His children, wife, and happy home shall see.
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no. 872
O'er the dim breast of ocean's wave
`Night'
Thy low winds breathe the distant shores along!
Yale
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no. 860
Obsess'd religion, heavenly fair,
`On religion'
And soften ev'ry grief.
Yale
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no. 65
Of all the race of animals, alone,
`On the bees'
And to their own congenial planets fly.
Yale
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no. 594
Of blessings, dear Mother, since health is the best
`The forest hunt'
Oh, trust me, dear Mums, I'll ne'er hunt again.
Yale
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no. 357
Of heaven ask virtue, wisdom, health,
Colton, Dr. [ ]
`On virtue'
To raptures and eternal day.
Yale
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no. 319
Of old the quarrel had begun,
`The pen, and ink'
So let's be friends again.
Yale
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no. 928
Of our late poets__few has nature made,
`An estimate of the times'
Sermons are not so much esteem'd as plays.
Yale
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no. 897
Oft hast thou told me Dick, in friendly part
Amhurst, Nicholas, 1697_1742
`The test of love to a friend who fancied himself in love'
Then will I own that you sincerely love.
Yale
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no.1080
Oft I've implor'd the gods in vain,
Greville, Frances (Macartney)
`An ode to Oberon'
Content but half to please.
Yale
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no. 63
Oft let me wander at the break of day,
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`Sunrise a sonnet'
With sparkling health, and joy, and fancy's fairy wiles.
Yale
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no. 852
Oft to the fields as health my footsteps draws
Wolcot, John (`Peter Pindar'), 1738_1819
`Elegy on my dying ass'
Beheld the feats by namesake Peter done.
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no. 312
Oft when some languid flow'r declines its head,
`To Celestiana[.] Stanzas'
Each grace retouch, reanimate each charm.
Yale
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no. 549
O bland Contentment, who with pilgrim feet,
Bowles, William Lisle, 1762_1850
`Stanzas'
And blest with thee, forgot a world unkind.
Yale
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no. 895
O blest with temper, whose unclouded ray,
`On temper'
And mistress of herself tho' China fall.
Yale
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no. 893
O Caroline, thy form recalls,
Sterne, Laurence, 1713_1768
`To Caroline, supposed to be Sterne's written to his mistress after the early part of his life'
And fondly hop'd, to call you mine.
Yale
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no. 832
O! confidence, inspire my breast,
`Inscription to confidence'
And never doubt my constant love.
Yale
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no. 276
O! ever in my bosom live,
`Mutual affection'
Shall bind our hearts the closer.
Yale
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no. 989
O faithless love and broken vows,
`Selem to Irene'
He gave his heart for thine.
Yale
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no. 170
O! fly with me to distant air
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`Titania to her love'
And I will make them all thine own.
Yale
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no. 858
O, for that sweet Lethean pleasure,
`Drink of the stream and forget'
Or look with tearless eye its everlasting leave.
Yale
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no. 547
O for the dear domestic hour,
`A wish'
Save on our old acquainted bed.
Yale
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no. 36
O! gentle health, thy vot'ry tell
`Ode to health'
To lure thee back again.
Yale
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no. 753
O God, in my decline of age,
`A hymn to the Deity'
My dear Redeemer's name.
Yale
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no. 70
O happiness celestial fair:
`On happiness'
And there forever reign.
Yale
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no. 770
O happy resignation
Byrom, John, 1692_1763
`On resignation'
That is, when it is not.
Yale
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no. 250
O! have you seen bath'd in the morning dew,
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`Adeline'
Felt the fond pang, and droop'd with passion weak.
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no. 850
O! if the foolish race of man who find
`A translation from Lucretius'
And study nature well, and nature's laws.
Yale
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no.1091
O King! To mercy be thy soul inclin'd,
`A bard introduced by Homer deprecates the wrath of Ulysses in these emphatic terms'
'Tis thine to merit, mine is to record.
Yale
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no. 790
O man! By fate condemn'd to know
`Ode to death'
Lest, by desertion, we should fly our woes!
Yale
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no. 823
Oh may you walk, as years advance,
`Lines to the Duchess of R___ on seeing her dance'
Death with his dart__but not his sting!
Yale
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no. 148
O! More, whose unaffected praise,
Polwhele, Richard, 1760_1838
`Lines said to have been addressed to Miss Hannah More'
Shine with imperishable rays!
Yale
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no. 911
O nymph! Who loves to float on the green wave,
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`To the sea nymph'
O nymph! From out thy pearly cave__arise!
Yale
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no. 874
O Pallas! queen of ev'ry art,
`Ode to wisdom'
Are vanity and woe.
Yale
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no. 645
O popularity, thou giddy thing!
Cumberland, Richard, 1732_1811
`Ode to popularity'
You've serv'd my turn, and vagabonds, adieu!
Yale
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no. 605
O sacred Time how soon thou'rt gone!
`A midnight thought addressed to a friend'
And prove we're candidates for heaven.
Yale
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no. 830
O say thou dear possessor of my heart,
Hammond, James
`An elegy to a young lady'
Like me__with passion founded on esteem.
Yale
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no. 113
O, share my cottage, dearest maid,
Seward, Anna, 1742_1809
`A pastoral ballad'
Shall still be spent in pleasing thee.
Yale
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no. 616
O shield me from his rage celestial powers,
Johnson, Esther, 1683_1728
`Jealousy by Stella, the amiable and much injured wife of Dr. Swift'
The intemp'rate sinner's never-failing curse.
Yale
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no. 597 (attr. [Mary] Chandler)
O shun ye fair, to you this verse is due,
Crop, Thomas, jr.
`A rhapsody...Octo. 12. 1786'
And you, perhaps, have sorrows of your own.
Yale
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no. 11
O sleep! Assuaging balm! Why not detain
`Sonnet__despair...Moestus'
And let me ever bid the world__goodnight.
Yale
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no. 788
Oh that the chemist's magic art
`On a tear'
Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Yale
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no. 406
Oh! that the muse might call without offence,
Byrom, John, 1692_1763
`On hearing a soldier swear'
But for the King of kings' sake do not swear.
Yale
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no.1018; see also `Soldier, so tenderà'.
O thou that canst, to fate severe,
`Hope, an ode'
All heav'n transports the soul.
Yale
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no. 94
O thou unknown almighty cause,
Burns, Robert, 1759_1796
`A prayer in the prospect of death'
Delighteth to forgive.
Yale
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no. 618
O Thou, who once did children bless,
`An hymn for a child who had lost a parent'
My friends fled long before.
Yale
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no. 974
Oh, what a cruel wicked thing,
`A poem for a child against cruelty'
That I with Thee may mercy find.
Yale
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no. 975
Oh, when will content find this bosom again,
`On content, inscribed to a lady at Philadelphia'
And the lyre you oft prais'd will now warble no more.
Yale
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no. 125
O why, Melpomene! these strains of woe,
G., R.
`Verses on the death of Mr. John Lockman' [d. 1771]
Go live as Lockman did, and be admir'd.
Yale
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no. 248
O wretched wainscot, bound t'receive,
`Written on the wainscot of an inn'
My friend the dishclout comes tomorrow.
Yale
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no. 175; see also `Ah wretchedà'.
O ye, who meet stern winter's frown,
`Winter'
On them that have the heart to give.
Yale
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no. 656
Old friend, farewell__with whom full many a day,
`On throwing by an old black coat'
Men turn to dust__and broadcloth turns to rags.
Yale
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no. 260
Old Satan, mankind's inveterate foe,
`Equality'
Leave Paris to me__your own Robespierre.
Yale
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no. 307
On Albion's austral bounds, on Sussex stand,
`Beachy Head, Sussex'
And pygmy-like seem unto them below.
Yale
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no. 725
On Thanet's rock, beneath whose steep,
Moody, Elizabeth, d. 1814
`Anna's complaint'
And torn from Anna__William dies.
Yale
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no. 575
On the banks of that crystalline stream,
`Ella and Allen'
And his Ella could still be so true.
Yale
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no. 75
On yon green bed of moss there lies my child,
Unconscious that eternal night | Veils his forever!
Yale
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no.1060
Once it fell out as poets say,
`Prudence and truth'
And held of all the virtues__queen.
Yale
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no. 181
One time as the prelate lay on his down bed,
Pope, Walter
`Lines relative to the building of Salisbury Cathedral'
Strange tale to tell, yet not more strange than true!
Yale
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no. 908
Our author who accuses great and small,
Nares, Rev. [ ]
`Everyone has his faults a comedy[.] Prologue by...'
And let all those write comedies, who can.
Yale
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no. 808
Our Savior came not with a gaudy show,
Are not his sons, but those of Zebedee.
Yale
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no. 815
Our theme is hope__but of a diff'rent kind,
`On hope'
Makes toil seem pleasant, and afflictions calm.
Yale
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no. 347
Painful source, of many a sorrow,
`On the word Last'
I need not fear thy moment, Last.
Yale
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no.1068
Pale wither'd wand'rer, seek not here
`On the falling of a dead leaf into the bosom of a distressed lady'
To seek in vain for nature and rest.
Yale
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no. 779
Parent of virtue if thine ear,
`Hymn to humanity'
Indulge my votive strain O sweet humanity.
Yale
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no. 37
Patience my friend, a virtue rare I grant,
`On patience: to a friend'
To check our pride and make the balance even.
Yale
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no. 348; see also next.
Pause, reader, e'er you pass this sacred bier,
B., F.
`On the death of the Revd. Peter Mayson'
In lamentation for her dearest friend.
Yale
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no.1052
Pity the sorrows of a poor old maid,
`The old maid's petition'
My mind forever could pursue the theme.
Yale
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no. 641
Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,
`The beggar's petition'
Oh! Give relief, and heaven will bless your store.
Yale
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no. 127
Pleas'd with the calm bewitching hour,
`Shrine of Bertha'
Still shalt thou sing__to solace me.
Yale
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no. 538
Pleasure but cheats us with an empty name,
Pagett, Thomas Catesby Paget, baron, 1689_1742
`On pleasure'
Discern those evils which he cannot shun.
Yale
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no. 120
Poor bird! By what hard fortune cross'd,
`To a red-breast written in the frost'
That you have learned from me.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 925
Poor is the best that man can pay,
`In a snuffbox with the picture of the author's heart'
Keep you my heart__and grant your own.
Yale
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no. 208
Praise to God, immortal praise
Barbauld, Anna Laetitia (Aikin), 1743_1825
`Britain's thanksgiving an ode...22 October 1798'
Crown'd with gen'ral happiness.
Yale
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no. 987
Prithee, little buzzing fly,
Northcote, N. A.
`The fly'
Flies are weak, and man's a fly.
Yale
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no.2002
Professions of friendship in these modern days,
`From a lady in the country to her friend in town'
So we breakfast, and dine, we sup, and we sleep.
Yale
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no. 949
Prompted by friendship's undiminish'd fire,
Cumberland, Richard, 1732_1811
`Address'
Sitting with genius calmly in the shade.
Yale
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no. 408
Pure are her virtues as the unsullied snows
`On Rosalia...M. Cot.'
And pity weep when mem'ry breathes her name.
Yale
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no. 557
Queen, and huntress, chaste, and fair,
Jonson, Ben, 1573_1637
`Hymn to the moon'
Goddess excellently bright.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 825
Quoth Thomas to William that numbskull behold,
`Equality'
A mind is a balance for a thousand a year.
Yale
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no.1098
Rancliffe, farewell__if e'er good temper shone
`To the memory of the right hon. Lady Rancliffe, daughter of the late Sr Wm James'
Let reason tell them, they shall vanish too.
Yale
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no. 862
Read o'er these lines the records of my shame,
Rowe, Elizabeth (Singer)
[`of my woes' (on fair Rosamond)]
Before my fancy, the furious queen appears.
Yale
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no. 169
Reader, search the world around,
'Tis the virtues of the mind.
Yale
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no. 106
Regard the world with cautious eye,
Colton, Dr. [ ]
Eludes the fury of the gale.
Yale
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no. 320
Regardless of the pangs I feel,
`Flint and steel an epigram'
For flint and steel will soon strike fire.
Yale
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no. 31
Remember, dear Chloe, I told you awhile,
`Advice to Chloe'
And save this precaution, a fig for my song.
Yale
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no. 878
Rest undisturb'd ye much lamented pair,
`Epitaph on two brothers'
Swift fled their youth__they knew not age's care.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 721
'Round Flavia's glass, unnumber'd message cards
`Fashionable friends'
In nightly routs, or morning visits end.
Yale
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no. 309
Sad and fearful is the story
`Durandarte and Belerma'
Wherefore left he me alive?
Yale
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no. 886
Say fair one, didst thou never see
Duck, Stephen, 1705_1756
`A simile, written by...who was in love with Miss Drake'
Be thou the Duck, and I the Drake.
Yale
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no. 67
Say, gossip muse, who lov'st to prattle,
Garrick, David, 1717_1779
`Fribbleriad'
To gather nosegays in the air.
Yale
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no. 735
Say, love, for what good end design'd
`On the government of the passions'
Should I disturb the rest.
Yale
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no.1045
Say mourner say! Can naught they spirits cheer?
`To the honble Miss S__ter on the lost of her brother'
Heav'n spare thee long, a bright example here.
Yale
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no. 212
Say shall the man who knows her worth,
`On the soul'
Secure since sovereign pow'r obtains.
Yale
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no. 334
Say, Sire we've crippled the poor people's backs,
Wolcot, John (`Peter Pindar'), 1738_1819
`More money'
Your Majesty must lend me H__ry's face.
Yale
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no. 310
Say Sylvia whence these cares arise,
`To a friend'
The will of heav'n is right, is best.
Yale
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no. 382
Say, what is beauty? Ah, declare,
`Beauty...Albert'
What no expression can reveal.
Yale
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no. 787
Say what is life, and wherefore was it given?
`On life and the proper employment of it'
The fair result, the congregate of all.
Yale
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no.1044
Say, while you press, with growing love,
`To the mother'
To make us fully bless'd.
Yale
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no. 935
Say youthful mourner, blooming maiden say,
`To Monimia'
A calm succeed thy troubled state of mind.
Yale
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no. 217
Scarce would an age suffice to tell
Porter, William Warren, 1776_1804
`Lines by...sent to a lady with a drawing of a gentleman's face well known to each party'
The love of nature and of art.
Yale
c.83/4
no.2026
Scenes of my youth ye once were dear,
`Scenes of my youth by Mr. ____'
I must remember such things were.
Yale
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no. 297
Secluded from domestic strife,
`The double transformation__a tale'
Jack finds his wife a perfect beauty.
Yale
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no. 996
Seduc'd by winning airs and wiles,
`The linnet and the goldfinches, to a jilt. From Sentimental fables'
And kindly love for love return'd.
Yale
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no. 131
See Austria's daughter, Gallia's queen,
`Captivity[.] Supposed to be sung by the unfortunate queen of France confined in Temple'
Amidst this sad captivity!
Yale
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no. 376
See black despair with scowling brow,
`Sonnet to patience'
And wipe the tear from sorrow's eye.
Yale
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no. 988
See how the hills stand thick with snow!
`The seasons of life'
'Tis only varied harmony.
Yale
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no. 930
See innocence with various cares distress'd,
`Cruelty frequently practiced on strangers'
They walk contented through the vale of grief.
Yale
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no. 20
See the leaves around us falling,
`The fall of the leaf'
Bears those leaves that never fade.
Yale
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no. 367
See the leaves around us falling,
`On the fall of the leaf'
Bears those leaves that never fade.
Yale
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no. 826
See the star, that leads the day,
Parnell, Thomas, 1679_1718
`Hymn to the morning'
Who thy sacred spirit love.
Yale
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no. 511
See yonder sun proclaims approaching night,
`An ode'
Their stings we suffer, yet their justice own.
Yale
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no. 584
Seek you to know what keeps the mind
`Ingredients of contentment'
But what crowns all, is Chloe's smile.
Yale
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no. 829
Seest thou that form slow gliding by,
`Disappointment an ode'
Beyond her sable clouds, a dawn of endless light.
Yale
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no. 241
Serene the zephyrean breeze
`The summer evening'
The will of God be done.
Yale
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no. 902
Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven,
Jones, Sir William, 1746_1794
Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.
Yale
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no.2033
Seven sleepless nights have pass'd away,
`The spendthrift's enlargement and reformation'
I taste of bliss without allay.
Yale
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no. 528
Shepherd, wouldst thou here obtain
`Inscription near a sheep-cote'
Close thy wish, and seek no more.
Yale
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no. 835
Shepherd wouldst thou here obtain
Shenstone, William, 1714_1763
`On a back seat this inscription in Shenstone's garden'
Close thy wish, and seek no more.
Yale
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no. 46
Should ev'ry grace your face adorn
`To my child if a daughter'
Lest sad experience make you wise.
Yale
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no. 984
Should some mild traveller o'er this marble bend
`To the memory of a friend'
But endless blessings crown the good and just.
Yale
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no.2031
Silence, thou gentle nurse to thought,
`An address to silence'
And only hear and learn.
Yale
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no. 288
Since all the downward tracts of time,
Hervey of Ickworth, John Hervey, baron, 1696_1743
`On resignation'
Are blessings in disguise.
Yale
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no. 71
Since truth has left the shepherd's tongue
`Maria's complaint'
Is all that will remember me.
Yale
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no. 524
Sincerity what are thy views,
Barber, Mary, 1690?_1757
`Sincerity'
They know your value there.
Yale
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no. 172
Sir William you attempt the vain,
Law, Thomas
`The following lines were sent to Sir Wm Jones by...in consequence of a conversation...'
You're ignorant of yourself alone.
Yale
c.83/4
no.2034
Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six
Coke, Sir Edward, 1552_1634
Four spent in prayer, the rest on nature fix.
Yale
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no.2032
Slacken thy hearty steps, too thoughtless youth!
Porter, [ ]
`On the death of a young lady'
The friuit shall ripen in eternity.
Yale
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no. 62
Sleep on blest angel, till thy Maker's will
`Another [epitaph on a child]'
Then rise unchang'd and be an angel still.
Yale
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no.1021
Sleep on, blest angel, till thy maker's will,
`Another [epitaph] on a child'
Then rise unchang'd, and be an angel still.
Yale
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no.2021; see also `Sleep soft in dustà', `Lie sweet in dustà', `Lie still sweet maidà', `Soft rest thy dustà'.
Sleep on, sleep on, sweet babe, beguile
`The babe asleep'
Which thou dost imitate so near.
Yale
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no. 929
Sleep! Though death thou dost resemble,
`Address to sleep'
Life, without its load of care.
Yale
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no.1059
Sleepless eyelids dim with tears,
Kendel, [ ]
`A song'
The blest insensibility.
Yale
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no. 394
Slow o'er the Apennine, with bleeding feet,
`The pilgrim'
But, dying, for his murderer breath'd__a sainted prayer!
Yale
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no. 873
Smile smile,
Carey, Henry
`A Lilliputian ode on their Majesties' accession'
And Caroline.
Yale
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no. 712
So here she comes, sure heaven will joy today,
`Written on the death of a young lady who had been ill some time, and was found dead one morning in her bed; by way of dialogue, between her departed spirit, and an angel'
What eye could weep, what bosom feel distress.
Yale
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no.1097
Soft came the breath of spring smooth flow'd the tide
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`The mariner'
For lovers' spirits guard the holy shade!
Yale
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no. 876
Soft god of shadows, gentle sleep,
Whitehouse, [ ]
`Stanzas to sleep'
To mimic, with their sports, the graver cares of man.
Yale
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no. 508
Soft o'er the mountain's purple brow
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`Sunset'
Set to this world__and rise in future day.
Yale
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no. 861
Soft pity is the fairest flow'r,
`On pity'
Can e'en to Godhead raise mankind.
Yale
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no. 232
Soft silken flow'r that in the dewy vale
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`The lily'
And sorrow fly before joy's living morn.
Yale
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no. 848
Soft smiling hope thou anchor of the mind!
`On hope'
Pass but this instant, storm and tempests cease | [last line trimmed]
Yale
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no. 730
Soft was her voice, and musically sweet,
Cumberland, Richard, 1732_1811
`The maid of Snowdon'
Return to stay, or save me, with those eyes!
Yale
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no. 407
Some husbands, on a winter day,
Wesley, Samuel, 1691_1739
`The pig: a tale' [pr. 1725 (Foxon W347)]
And that you'll find the safest way.
Yale
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no. 356
Sonorous brass of changeful pow'r,
`Stanzas to a church bell'
Alike in thee, 'tis innocence.
Yale
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no.1056
Soon beneath the brightest skies,
`Moral reflection'
That the lot of nature's thine.
Yale
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no. 363
Soon will the trees (dear friend) around
Crane, J.
`An imitation from Horace'
To dare the curious light.
Yale
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no. 630
Soon will the waning star, with silver ray,
`Hymn before evening service'
Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end.
Yale
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no. 898
Spirit of love and sorrow__hail!
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`To melancholy'
O'er foaming seas and distant sail.
Yale
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no. 404
Spirits, list, unhallow'd eyes
Kendel, [ ]
`The cavern and dreams'
Then with you dissolve in air!
Yale
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no. 395
Spring, summer and autumn had once a dispute,
`The contrast of the seasons or winter triumphant'
No amusements like mine are at present in season.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1070
Stay sweet enchanter of the grove,
`To the wood-robin'
Sooth'd sorrow's self shall list to thee.
Yale
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no. 612
Stay, traveller, thy hasty tread,
`An epitaph'
Till faithful recollection dies.
Yale
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no. 943
Stern fortune's frowns I own 'tis hard to bear,
`Reflections on fortune'
On them stern fortune loses half its pow'r.
Yale
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no.1047
Stern winter is come, with his cold chilling breath,
`On the season for remembering the poor'
And the rich should remember the poor.
Yale
c.83/4
no.2019
Stop passenger, until my life you've read__
`Epitaph on Margrate Seat [Scot?], in the churchyard of Dalkeith near Edinburgh'
I have an end of all perfection seen.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 613
Strange it is the human mind,
`Ode to satisfaction'
Where satisfaction lies.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 961
Stranger, pause__for thee the day
`For the blind asylum__at Liverpool'
Give thine alms__tho' canst not heal.
Yale
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no.1020
Stranger wouldst thou Albion know?
`On the benevolence of England'
Such is her equality.
Yale
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no. 525
Submit thy fate to heav'n's indulgent care
So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light.
Yale
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no. 816
Such were the notes thy once-lov'd poet sung,
Pope, Alexander, 1688_1744
`Lines of...to [Robert Harley] Earl [of] Mortimer' [and Oxford; c. 1721]
Nor fears to tell, that Mortimer is he.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1048
Sure as our earth around the sun
`The shortest day'
Think on the shortest day.
Yale
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no. 603
Sure not to life's short span confin'd,
`Friendship'
Still pant for brighter day.
Yale
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no.1077
Survey the conduct of mankind,
`The proxy'
If they go to heav'n by proxy.
Yale
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no. 383
Sweet are the joys that flow from moderate use
`On the abuse of cards'
And as he liv'd a fool, he dies a knave.
Yale
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no. 991
Sweet as the shepherd's tuneful reed
`An hymn'
And waits to claim thee for her own.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 841
Sweet autumn! How thy melancholy grace
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`To autumn...mysteries of Udolpho'
Thus joy succeeds to grief__thus smiles the varied man.
Yale
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no. 374 (bis)
Sweet bird of night with plaintive strain
`Address to the nightingale'
Thy notes__fair Cynthia's character.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 611
Sweet bird whom cruel fate's relentless doom,
`On the death of a canary bird, by a lady of fourteen'
Nor will they bring thee to thy friends again.
Yale
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no. 49
Sweet content, that wont'st to dwell,
`Content'
And make with us thy residence.
Yale
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no. 239
Sweet content that wont'st to dwell,
`Content an ode'
And make with us thy residence.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 239
Sweet harbinger of spring, thou bird of joy,
Gardner, E.
`The cuckoo'
But quit their blossoms as they fade away.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1016
Sweet instrument of him for whom I mourn,
Sheridan, Elizabeth Ann (Linley), 1754_1792
`To her brother's violin'
With thee alone it liv'd, with thee shall die.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 916
Sweet nymph, I woo thee from thy lone retreat,
Gardner, E.
`Sonnet to poetry'
To soothe (what time it may) my dying hour.
Yale
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no.1017
Sweet pow'r that lovest the lone recess,
`Ode to pity'
And raise the downcast eye.
Yale
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no. 514
Sweet social bird! Whose soft harmonious lays,
`To a robin, which has lately taken up his residence at Bristol Cathedral and accompanies the organ with his singing'
Each tongue with music, and each heart with fire.
Yale
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no. 261
Sweet solitude, thou placid queen,
More, Hannah, 1745_1833
`Solitude'
And angels point the way to peace.
Yale
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no. 767
Sweet valley, say where pensive lying
Thomson, James, 1700_1748
`A song'
For love will feel no sorrows but its own.
Yale
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no. 123
Swiftly see each moment flies
`On time'
Know to live, and learn to die.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 331
Sylvia, with this wheel I send,
`To a young lady with a spinning wheel'
Bliss of body and of mind.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 831
Take of beauty and wit what you happen to have,
`A receipt for ladies to preserve love in the marriage state'
Candied o'er with good sense, and I'll warrant 'twill last.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 293
Talk not to me of your exalted worth
`Mr. Voltaire to Mr. Diodati'
'Tis no disgraceful lot to rival France.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 691
Tell her with fruitless care I've sought
`Oberon's answer to the fair writer [of `Oft I've implor'd the gods in vain...']'
Such is the lot of beauty.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 63
Tell me thou dear departed shade,
`On the death of a much-esteemed friend'
How soothing then is sleep to me.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 112
Tell me, where art thou, whom I die to see!
`On a celestial synod and the virtue of virginity'
And ask the winds, where I may find my God.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 655
Ten years are swiftly fled away,
`Lucy. A poem'
While contentment strews our path with flow'rs.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 907
Tender tremors touch the bosom
Hammond, James, 1710_1742
`Verses written by...in the moments of writing an interview with Emma'
Shall revive the bloom again.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 32
Th'enliv'ning sun, bright orb of day,
`Laura, by a young lady'
It paves our way to heav'n.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 640
Thanks to my friend when men like you admire,
`To Mr. Blin author of the heroic epistle of Gabrielle d'EstrTes mistress of Henri IV...Voltaire'
The damn'd are those alone who nothing love.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 687
Thanks to my God, I'm not so poor,
`Augur's wish paraphrased[:] give me neither poverty nor riches'
How, when and what I am to be.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 368
Thanks to that gracious God who hears my prayer,
`Pedro to Alphonso, on his recovery from sickness'
Till you can give, and I can wish no more.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 914
That the eyes' pow'r could shake the heart I knew,
Hill, Aaron, 1685_1750
`To a lady who was expected in vain on a Sunday'
You came not__and it prov'd a day of pain.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 179
The 'squire had din'd alone one day,
`The pepper-box and salt-cellar'
'Tis men of sense, are men of worth.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 289
The ant within its little bulk, contains
`On the ant'
What's good or bad, is, or is not, its foe.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 592
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
Gray, Thomas, 1716_1771
`An elegy, written in a country churchyard'
The bosom of his father and his God.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 910
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
Gray, Thomas, 1716_1771
`An elegy written in a country churchyard'
The bosom of his father, and his God.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1000
The curtain dropt__my mimic life is past,
Pritchard, Mrs. [ ]
`Farewell epilogue'
Words are too weak__my tear must speak the rest.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 262
The day's grown old, the fainting sun
`Evening quatrains'
Shall lead the world the way to rest.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 502
The dearest friend I ever prov'd,
`Ode to candor'
His happiness to mine.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 359
The fair one is false to her word,
Wolcot, John (`Peter Pindar'), 1738_1819
`Disappointment'
Alas! 'tis the nightingale's song.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1009
The fifth day of May, being airy and gay,
Hedges, John, d. 1737
`A copy of a will in the Commons'
Of his brother, John Hedges.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 201
The gentle dew distill'd from heav'n
`A soliloquy. By a lady'
Admits of no relief.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 68
The goddess had her court display'd
`The rose and the lily'
Which glitter'd various colors far.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 396
The Gospel 'tis which streaks the morning bright,
`On the Gospel'
Grace their last moments, nor desert their dust.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 813
The gracious Savior bow'd his head,
`Easter a poem'
Proclaim that God is kind.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 142
The hearth was clean, the fire clear,
`The happy fireside'
Just so, to live and love.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 700
The injur'd fair now sighs no more,
`On the death of Mrs. Sa[rah] E[dwa]rds__an unfortunate lady'
And with new luster shine.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 130
The injur'd love which now inspires my muse,
Meldrum, R.
`An elegy'
This said, he plung'd into the stream and died.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 909
The jocund morn, in mantle gay,
`A morning serenade'
And glorious Sol, lead on the joyous day!
Yale
c.83/3
no. 864
The last great age foretold by sacred rhymes,
`Christ will come to restore the world to its primitive splendor'
And thro' the matted grass the liquid gold shall creep.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 10
The laurel we discard now Daniel's dead,
Crane, Dr. [ ]
`On the death of S. Daniel, M. D.'
A man, of more beneficence of mind.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1061
The lion in decline of age
`The theatrical brutes'
The ass in silence, march'd along.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 957
The loud wind roar'd, the rain fell fast,
`A Negro song'
Remembrance of the Negro's care.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1055
The maiden's secrets lock'd must be,
`Another [apology for the present fasion of the ladies' wearing keys on their breasts]'
Unlock my secret if you dare__or can.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 140
The man whose life is innocent and plain,
`On innocence'
And with fair peace attended, makes us bless'd.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 942
The midnight clock has toll'd, and hark! The bell
Mason, William, 1724_1797
`An elegy on the death of Lady Coventry'
The mental monitor, shall wake and weep.
Yale
c.83/4
no.2017 (ll. 1_36)
The midnight moon serenely smiles,
Carter, Elizabeth, 1717_1806
`Inquiry after happiness'
The music of the mind.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 827
The mother, lovely, tho' with grief opprest,
Dryden, John, 1631_1700
`On the death of an infant'
That death repented he had given the stroke.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 119
The night was dark, the wind blew cold;
`Love and age'
Vain boy, to pierce my breast thine arrows are too weak.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 888
The painter brought the picture home;
`The lady and her picture'
When thou art wither'd and decay'd.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 932
The peasant's blest, who in his cot,
`The peasant after the manner of Mr. Pope's Ode on solutude'
And may good deeds whene'er I die | Record my fame.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1032
The pleasures of the world are snares design'd,
`Thoughts on divine and moral subjects'
She dwells in heav'nly charms array'd.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 651
The pride of ev'ry grove I chose,
Prior, Matthew, 1644_1721
`The garland'
The justice of thy Chloe's sorrow.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 978
The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r
Cowper, William, 1731_1800
`The rose'
May be follow'd perhaps with a smile.
Yale
c.83/4
no.2009
The rose that weeps with morning dew
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`Song'
So bliss more brightly shines by woe.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 855
The sailor sighs as sinks his native shore,
Rogers, Samuel, 1763_1855
`The sailor. An elegy'
And clasps the maid he singled from the world.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 570
The setting sun, with dying gleam,
`The fugitive'
They clasp their child, who, smiling dies.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1014
The shepherd Oliver, grown white with years,
Wolcot, John (`Peter Pindar'), 1738_1819
`Old Oliver or the dying shepherd a cantata'
And whose innocence teaches to die.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 778
The silent river glided down the dale,
`Maria an elegy'
And curs'd his cruelty, and vainly mourn'd.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 758
The snow-crown'd thorn its shelt'ring verdure lost,
`The frozen red-breast's elegy'
And seem to thrill his pensive elegy.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 560
The snow, dissolv'd, no more is seen;
Johnson, Samuel, 1709_1784
`A translation from Horace [book IV ode vii]'
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 576
The solitary bird of night,
Carter, Elizabeth, 1717_1806
`Ode to wisdom'
Is vanity and woe.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 100
The spring was constant, and soft winds that blew
`The golden age'
And fruits were never out of season there.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 9
The sun in splendor rides supreme,
`The summer's day'
That summer suns arise.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 21
The swift-wing'd hours, roll on the fatal day,
Dodd, William, 1727_1777
`Elegy...he suffered June 27. 1777'
Receive that mercy sought in vain below.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 26
The tea dispatch'd, the cards are brought__
`The card table in the family way'
The rage for cards excludes it quite.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 271
The teeming mother anxious for her race,
Johnson, Samuel, 1709_1784
`Advice to the fair sex'
And hissing infamy proclaims the rest.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 780
The van of God, beheld the numerous train,
`St. Matthew cap. 5'
And equal show'rs their barns with plenty fill.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 183
The very reverend Dean Smedley,
Swift, Jonathan, 1667_1745
`Translation of a Latin inscription written by Dean Smedley (and engraved under his picture) on his departure for the East Indies'
Return him beggar as he went!
Yale
c.83/3
no. 905
The village cock, with piercing notes,
`A morning rhapsody'
For all my God! is full of thee.
Yale
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no. 193
The wealthy cit, grown old in trade
`The cit's country rose'
To stare about them, and to eat.
Yale
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no. 316
The world's gay color that delights our eyes,
`The order of rays of color the first red, the second orange...'
Are clad with united rays of light.
Yale
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no. 7
Thee Flora's first and favorite child,
`The violet'
Shall lodge thee next his heart!
Yale
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no. 161
Then forth my doubtful course I took,
`Emma, who perished in her lover's arms from thirst and fever'
The conflict was no more.
Yale
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no. 400
There are that love the shades of life,
`The evening primrose'
Guard thy emblematic flower.
Yale
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no. 995
There is a God, all nature speaks,
`The voice of the Creator'
And bow before Him, and adore.
Yale
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no. 899
There was so Chaucer hands the story down
`The character of a good parson from Chaucer'
That first he gave, and afterwards he taught.
Yale
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no. 595
There's not an evil, that we fly
`Thoughts on poverty'
What would we have? What want we more.
Yale
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no. 287
These questions I ask of my heart,
`From Mrs. Gunnings' Mary'
Such feelings are virtuous, tho' strong.
Yale
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no. 522
They, who though fall'n on a fastidious age,
Priestley, Joseph, 1733_1804
`Dr. Joseph to Mr. Timothy [Priestley]'
And Doctor Joseph with Sir Joseph live!
Yale
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no. 797
Thine, virtue! Thine is each persuasive charm
`On virtue'
And joys that bloom'd more sweetly from the shade.
Yale
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no. 814
Think not good folks, because our play is done,
Craven, Elizabeth, lady, 1750_1828
`Epilogue to Lady Craven's Arcadian pastoral'
Who to an author's, joins a mother's fears.
Yale
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no. 136
Think not, my friend, I insure those
`Apology for retirement...by a lady'
Must live unknown, or cease to live.
Yale
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no. 803
This babbling stream not uninstructing flows,
`Inscription under an hourglass in a grotto near the walk'
Who lets one precious moment run to waste.
Yale
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no. 749
This bracelet tho' a gaudy thing,
`The bracelet'
It most I prize__and give it you.
Yale
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no. 186
This day, the Deity to man has given
`On Sunday'
Each slight excuse, and needless journey shown.
Yale
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no. 221
This life, with pain and pleasure intermix'd,
`The use of pain'
To raise the hero, and to mend the man.
Yale
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no. 346
This morning, dear Mother, as soon as 'twas light,
Anstey, Christopher, 1724_1805
`A description of bathing at Bath from the Bath guide'
Who whistles his nags, while they stand in the river.
Yale
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no. 286
This scene, how different in its pristine state!
`The forest of Anderida'
From useless things, things of noblest use.
Yale
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no. 724
This tender blossom of the opening year
`Another [epitaph on a child]'
Unfold its charms, and flourish in the skies.
Yale
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no.1021
Those who the various gifts of fortune gain,
`Sympathetic love, addressed to the nightingale'
Faithful friend from flatt'ring foe.
Yale
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no. 263
Thou gentle nurse of pleasing woe,
Chapone, Hester, 1727_1801
`To solitude'
Can never be secure.
Yale
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no. 980
Thou, heavenly maid, will grant the poor relief,
`On humanity'
The mind forgets its bonds, if serving thee.
Yale
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no. 84
Thou last delight of fond parental care
`Lines on the death of Miss B__go at Bristol'
To grieve is mortal__heavenly to adore.
Yale
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no. 639
Thou, O rose, that scent'st the bushes,
`Flora's moral lesson'
Fearless of the ills between.
Yale
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no.1079
Thou only object of my love,
`Sonnet'
Live, for I live alone for thee.
Yale
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no. 764
Thou pow'r supreme! By whose command
Carter, Mrs. [ ]
`A poem from...'
And take my soul expiring to thy arms.
Yale
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no. 101
Thou quick'ning power of genial life impart!
`A religious poem'
In sounds like mighty thunders cry Amen.
Yale
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no. 373
Thou setting sun, that calls my fair
`Inscribed to Miss ____'
A feeling heart, and constant mind.
Yale
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no. 601
Thou specter of terrific mien,
Smith, Charlotte (Turner), 1749_1806
`Ode to despair'
Till I may claim the hope, that shall not fade.
Yale
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no. 894
Thou summer so lively and gay,
`Address to the summer'
To welcome the season of love.
Yale
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no. 548
Thou, to whose eyes I bend, at whose command,
Prior, Matthew, 1644_1721
`Henry and Emma[.] To Chloe'
To her, who of mankind could love but thee alone.
Yale
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no. 337
Thou, to whose pow'r reluctantly we bend,
`Lines written by a lady on observing some white hairs on her husband's head'
Still rule the conquer'd heart to life's remotest hour.
Yale
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no. 163
Thou'rt gone, blest angel, with thy heav'nly lays,
`On the death of a young child'
Will lead with certainty to thee and God.
Yale
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no.2020
Though 'tis ordain'd that once we all must die,
`Character of the Revd. E. Armstrong'
To God the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
Yale
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no. 847
Though here in death thy relics lie,
Wolcot, John (`Peter Pindar'), 1738_1819
`An epitaph on a friend'
In sorrow for a brother's doom.
Yale
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no. 582
Tho' late in life, too early snatch'd away,
`Epitaph'
The Christian rose to heav'n__the mortal died.
Yale
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no. 291
Tho' love ne'er prattles at your eyes,
`To Celia'
Or linger wretched if refus'd.
Yale
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no. 766
Tho' low in earth, her beauteous frame decayed,
`To the memory of John Camden esq. who died the 17th of October 1780 aged 57 and of his eldest daughter Elizabeth, wife of James Neild...who...died the 30th of June 1791 in her 36th year'
To bloom and triumph in eternal day.
Yale
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no.2030
Though my heart bleeds with pangs to think on you,
`Sonnet addressed to an unfortunate girl'
She lifts her head__and beauteous smiles again!
Yale
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no. 296
Tho' poor, the victim, who to peace descends,
`On a village funeral'
And clos'd the curtains of the sightless eye.
Yale
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no. 505
Tho' the whole life should pass without a stain,
`To the memory of Lady E. Mansell, true to the mother of Sr. Hervey Elwes'
Its pride when living, and its grief when dead.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 402; see also `Beneath the cov'ringà'.
Tho' thou art gone from friendship, and from me
Smart, Christopher, 1722_1770
`Epitaph on Mrs. Rolt'
As thou wert his, so all his friends were thine.
Yale
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no. 713
Tho' you flatter my gen'us, and praise what I write,
`To Mr. S. upon his desiring his character to be painted by Miss Loggin'
And the ladies till then, will with pleasure endure 'em.
Yale
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no.2004
Three sisters of one heav'nly parent born,
`1st Corinth[ians] chap. 12 ver: 13 paraphrased'
Approv'd, distinguish'd, near th'eternal throne.
Yale
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no. 95
Throw an apple up a hill
`The force of love'
Then shall nature cease to love.
Yale
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no.2025
Thus fares the hen, in farmer's yard:
`Lines sent to a rich miser, who had wasted his lungs in declaiming against marriage amongst the poorer class of people'
Jenny's resolv'd to marry me.
Yale
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no. 630 (bis)
Thy self-sought sorrows, Werther, while I view,
Pickard, Martha
`Lines by...on reading The sorrows of Werther'
That virtuous tears alone for virtuous sorrows flow.
Yale
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no. 299 (`self-sought')
'Tis to the vulgar death too harsh appears,
`On death'
Of virtue, so eternity is thine.
Yale
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no. 710
To bid the world a long farewell,
`Supposed to have been written by the late unfortunate queen of France, the night before her suffering'
O shield from wrong their helpless age!
Yale
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no. 278
To bow before that sov'reign power,
`An ode'
Where sin and sorrow cease.
Yale
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no. 913
To hear old Martha wheeze and cough,
And shams to give you pleasure.
Yale
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no. 388
To heaven and you repentant I confess
Pilkington, Laetitia
`The complaint__An epistle from a young lady' [versified by Laetitia Pilkington]'
And furies snatch thee from the realms of light.
Yale
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no. 994
To him the sacred lyre they gave,
`The nature of genius by the muses...inscribed to the members of the Royal Academy'
Add luster to thy country's name.
Yale
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no. 503
To mourn the much lamented friend whose virtue truth
`On the death of a much lamented friend who died in the 22nd year of his age'
And joys that will remain, when time shall cease.
Yale
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no. 80
To riches, beauty, pomp or pow'r,
`To a friend on his birthday'
No rose, without a thorn.
Yale
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no. 512
To temperance thou gift divine
`Ode to temperance'
And thy reward is happiness.
Yale
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no. 952
To the dark and silent tomb,
`Epitaph on an infant'
That I hasted to the tomb.
Yale
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no. 720
To the graves, where sleep the dead,
`Julia, an ancient ballad'
How so poor a maiden died.
Yale
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no. 936
To the sweet bard who hopes bright pleasure's song
`Lines by a young man written on Campbell's Pleasures of hope'
Nor disappointment mingle with thy train.
Yale
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no.2029
To thee dear man, to thee I hither come,
`To my lost and dearest husband'
Or sigh a whole eternity in vain.
Yale
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no. 585
To thee, sweet pleasing maid I bring
`To a young lady with some flowers'
Fair, unaffected maid, can never fail to please.
Yale
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no. 160
To weigh an airy sound__to scan a rhyme__
`Addressed to the reviewers by the author of The discarded spinster'
And feeling prove that reasoning can be wrong.
Yale
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no. 811
To you dear wife, and all must grant
Bishop, Rev. [ ]
`To Mrs. Bishop with a pocket looking-glass by the late...master of Merchant Taylor's School'
Whensoe'er you please, may see her too!
Yale
c.83/2
no. 686
Tonight__and not without a grateful tear,
Corbett, Emma
'Tis all I am, and all that you shall be.
Yale
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no. 158
Too well these lines that fatal truth declare,
`The lady's answer' [to `O say thou dear possessor...']'
And tho' I like the lover, quit the love.
Yale
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no. 114
Tormented by incessant pains
Swift, Jonathan, 1667_1745
`To Stella'
Admiring you, you pitying us.
Yale
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no. 265
Turn gentle hermit of the dale,
Goldsmith, Oliver, 1730?_1774
`The hermit. Or Edwin and Angelina'
Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Yale
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no. 15
Turn not, O reader! from this humble stone,
Sudley, Mary [ ], viscountess
`Epitaph in Weston church yard by...in memory of her maid'
On excellence alone, the tear bestows.
Yale
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no. 634
'Twas at the silent, solemn hour,
Hanbury Williams, Sir Charles, 1708_1759
`William and Margaret'
And word spake never more.
Yale
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no. 238
Twenty lost years have stolen their hours away,
Hill, Aaron, 1685_1750
`Written alone in an inn at Southampton'
And draw the silent curtain round my woes.
Yale
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no. 381
Two candles burning in a hall,
`The two candles'
Barely to know the twilight of existence.
Yale
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no. 708
Two husbands two wives two sisters two brothers,
`An epitaph...the answer'
The son must be father, his wife her own mother.
Yale
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no. 200
Two or three sighs and two or three dears
`Modern courtship'
And many a maid is took with the clue.
Yale
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no. 152; see also previous.
Unaw'd by threats, unmov'd by force,
`Ode to patience'
And sooth'd my soul to rest.
Yale
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no.1076
Unbounded learning, thoughts by genius fram'd,
Devonshire, Georgiana Spencer Cavendish, duchess, 1757_1806
`Lines on the death of Sir Wm. Jones'
Who, while the sage they honor'd, lov'd the friend.
Yale
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no.2036
Unconquer'd hope, thou bane of fear,
`Hope'
Postpone our pain, and antedate our joy.
Yale
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no. 772
Under covert of a wood
Porter, William Warren, 1776_1804
[verses written at the age of ten]
Struck the poor lynx quite to the heart.
Yale
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no. 531
Vain are, much-injur'd queen! these artless lays,
`To the widowed mourner of a murdered king'
To agonize again thy bleeding heart.
Yale
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no. 391
Victorious love! How uncontroll'd thy pow'r,
`On our Savior's nativity'
Stand at high noon, and shine divinely bright.
Yale
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no. 564
Viewless, through heav'n's vast vault your course ye steer
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`To the winds'
I ask the still, sweet tear, that list'ning fancy weeps.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 879
Views of ambition ne'er his hopes employ'd,
Whitehead, Paul, 1710_1774
`Verses inscribed on Mr. Havard's tombstone'
And prais'd his great Creator at his end.
Yale
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no. 738
Virtue alone, has that to give,
`The contrast'
And if we die, 'tis endless sorrow.
Yale
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no.2005
Virtue and fame the other day,
Lyttelton, George Lyttelton, 1st baron, 1709_1779
`Virtue and fame to the Countess of Egremont'
'Tis Egremont__go__tell it, fame.
Yale
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no. 24
Virtue rejoice, tho' heav'n may frown awhile,
Are those God loves, and who love God the best.
Yale
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no. 812
Virtue, sweeter than the light;
`An encomium on virtue'
Heav'n shall guardian angels send.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1071
Wake O my soul, address thyself to Him
`Written by a young lady on her birthday'
And take my expiring soul into thy arms.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 900; see also `Thou pow'r supremeà'.
We both, so heav'n decrees, have lost our eyes,
`[Voltaire] To Mad: du Pedan, a lady celebrated for her wit and understanding'
Ev'n though we could not see without our spectacles.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 693
We spirits who in airy throng
Porter, Eliza
`The spirits of Abbots Langley, who often have enjoyed unseen, the pleasures and social comforts of the manor there...'
The sunshine of benevolence.
Yale
c.83/4
no.2027
Weak man! Who without reason aim
`An essay on old maids'
And leaves you all in happy hour.
Yale
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no. 39
Welcome beauteous azure flowers
`On receiving a present of violets, by a young lady'
Fix thy root deep in my heart.
Yale
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no. 90
Welcome blest day of sweet repose
`Easter Day'
The wonders He hath done.
Yale
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no. 842
Welcome sun and southern show'rs
`Sonnet by a young lady leaving town'
Drums and routs, adieu adieu.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 931
Welcome the joys we cheaply buy!
And welcome those we cheaply buy.
Yale
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no. 38
Well! Be it so__sorrow, that streams not o'er,
`The resignation'
And never pray thy will, but God's be done.
Yale
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no. 372
Well has thy muse that charming hope display'd,
`Ode to hope'
But heav'nly joys, to fill th'immortal mind.
Yale
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no. 569
What base and unjust accusations we find,
Anstey, Christopher, 1724_1805
`A modern head-dress, with a little polite conversation, an epistle'
To myself I subscribe your most dutiful son.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 151
What blessings attend my dear Mother all those,
Anstey, Christopher, 1724_1805
`Description of a public breakfast at Bath in a letter from Mr. B___ to his mother'
For I ne'er eat a better in all my born days.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 295
What bow'ry dell, with fragrant breath,
Radcliffe, Ann (Ward), 1764_1823
`The butterfly to his love'
Together o'er the mountains roam.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 876
What can proud fortune give beyond content,
`Sonnet...Yenda'
Just please the vain, and mock the miser's art.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 784
What different effects does the laurel produce,
`On [Colley] Cibber'
Let him drink of the juice, for profaning the bough.
Yale
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no. 83
What hast thou done, thrice lovely maid?
Williams, [ ]
`The journey of a female pilgrim from the isle of Anglesea of St. David's in Pembrokeshire'
Securely through thy windings wade.
Yale
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no. 520
What hopes, what terrors does thy gift create,
Johnson, Samuel, 1709_1784
`Lines at the request of a gentleman to whom a lady had given a sprig of myrtle'
Adorn Philander's head, or grace his tomb.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 781
What I shall leave thee, none can tell,
Corbett, Richard, bishop, 1582_1635
`To his son Vincent Corbett two years of age'
As innocent as now thou art.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1036
What, if the stateliest buildings were thy own?
`Verses wrote on the gates of Bologna in Italy'
All happiness within, in this all glory lies.
Yale
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no. 269
What is this world, Avarus cried,
`The discontented man and the angel'
Sprang upward to the realms of light.
Yale
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no. 653
What love, what honor, thanks and praise,
`On God's goodness and man's ingratitude'
To sing, and spread thy glorious fame.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 962
What means the funeral bell's tremendous sound
`Lines sent to Mrs. B[owdler?] on the death of her amiable daughter'
For what we feel, and what you have to fear.
Yale
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no. 66
What means the sad silence around?
`To the memory of Mr. J. Cunningham'
His own can best picture his praise.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 896
What passion now inflames my breast,
`Carolina to Mr. J. M. occasioned by his last epistle' [`Fair mistress of the moving art...']
Service to friends around the Rekin.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 256
What print of fairy feet is here
`Morning on the seashore'
Dissolve at once in air at Truth's resplendent day!
Yale
c.83/3
no. 859
What says the prophet? Let the day be blest
`On the Sabbath'
Their answer to the call is__not at home.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1063
What shepherd or nymph of the grove,
Winchilsea, Anne Finch, countess, 1661_1720
`The shepherd's complaint'
And the virtues all laid in her breast.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 177
What state of life can be so blest,
Dryden, John, 1631_1700
`On jealousy...Salisbury journal, Decem. 4 [17]86'
Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 115
What then is breeding which alas! in vain,
`On good breeding'
That those who want them may appear more bright.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 12
What tho' my cheeks thy pallid liv'ry wear,
Logan, Maria
`Ode to sickness'
Her gentle influence thy pow'r suspends.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 397
What tho' the sun withdraw his ray,
`A winter thought'
Shall wear the bloom of spring.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 111
What! Tho' thou com'st in sable mantle clad,
`To winter'
Thou ask'st no more than he has power to give.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 198
What universal sadness glooms around?
`On the death of the Revd. Dr Harrington of Norwich'
Thus while we live th'allotted part to fill.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 833
What wonders with each other vie,
Lawrence, [ ], jr.
`The air balloon'
They'll have no knowledge of your route.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 137
Whate'er philosophers may chatter;
`Choose for yourself'
Give up that useful thing__a wife.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 386
What's innocence! A brighter gem,
`On innocence'
This gem: 'tis life for death, and heaven for hell.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 997
When a nymph at her toilet has spent the whole day,
`Little merit in being dressed fine'
And merit a love which no time shall remove.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 371
When all alone the other day,
`The reflection'
Forget to be sincere.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 731
When beasts could speak, the learned say
Swift, Jonathan, 1667_1745
`The beasts' confession to the priest' [written 1732, pr. Dublin 1738 (Foxon S804)]
How just it suits with humankind.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 51
When beauty drops untimely to the tomb,
`An elegy on the death of a young lady'
And future triumphs in her ashes sleep.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 50
When born, in tears we saw thee drown'd,
Carlisle, J. D.
`To a friend on his birthday translated from the Arabic by...professor of Arabic at Cambridge'
And there in smiles be drest!
Yale
c.83/4
no.2039
When Chloe tried her virgin fires
Hoadly, John, 1711_1776
`Lines by [the] late...[to Mrs. Joseph Warton, 1776]'
That gave a charm to all.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 144
When Christ at Cana's feast by pow'r divine,
`The miracle at Cana'
The bashful stream hath seen its God and blush'd.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 171 (bis)
When clouds drop fatness on the plains
`On feeling an earthquake'
And laugh to scorn, the fear of God.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 110
When Cupid blind god, once was stung by a bee,
`Cupid wounded'
Think, what pain he must feel whom you pierce to the heart.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1026
When early the sun sinks in winter to bed,
`Written at an inn'
That bliss leads to woe, and then woe, leads to bliss.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 620
When fancied sorrows wake the players' art,
*Colman, George, 1732_1794? Or the other Colman?
`On Mr. Powell written by...and spoken by Mr. Holland. A prologue'
And each good actor prove an honest man.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 717
When Fanny first chants in the echoing grove,
`A pastoral song'
To be sung by her ravishing voice.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 282
When I consider life 'tis all a cheat
`Life'
Of virtue__so eternity is thine.
Yale
c.83/3
no. 919
When I wake with painful brow,
`Crying, and laughing'
And join with me in ha! ha! ha!
Yale
c.83/3
no. 966
When Jove incensed to see the human race,
`Love and hope'
Inseparably link'd, so gracious heaven ordain'd.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 546
When life's tempestuous storms are o'er,
`The dying saint'
To him from whence I rose.
Yale
c.83/1
no. 267
When lovely Celia had resign'd
Kidgell, John, b. 1722
`Sir Joseph and his ladies at supper' [pr. 1747 (Foxon K37)]
The wine and fruits__Ma'am Church and King.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 718
When naked all, like Eve and Adam,
`John Ball's seditious text When Adam delv'd, and Eve span | Who was then the gentleman?'
That dreadful thing__a gentleman.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1030
When night her sable curtain draws around,
`To the memory of my revered friend Lady Camply'
And bow, submissive, to this heartfelt blow.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 532
When night spreads her shadows around
`Lines'
And the wave shall send thee a tear.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1004
When no one gave the cordial draught,
`Epitaph on an infant whose supposed parents were vagrants'
And innocence my shroud.
Yale
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no. 266
When o'er the moon a misty veil,
`The muleteer...M. Cot.'
Supports the humble muleteer.
Yale
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no. 556
When our first parents were in Eden plac'd,
`Death a poem'
Let us live well, and then not fear to die.
Yale
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no. 374
When our tall ship her spreading sails unfurl'd,
Thorne, [ ]
`The sorrows of separation'
Each hour to prove accumulating pain!
Yale
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no. 399
When Pallas saw the piece so wondrous wrought
`Verses on a flowered carpet'
To works so far superior to my own.
Yale
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no.1051
When plac'd within the consecrated aisle,
`On hearing the Revd. Mr. R__d read the morning service, and preach'
Will from the priest require his people's blood.
Yale
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no. 977
When shall I, my fair one, say,
`A love letter'
The winter's night, the summer's day.
Yale
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no. 537
When snows descend, and robe the fields,
`On the instability of human perfection'
The transient graces fly.
Yale
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no. 204 (var.)
When spring renews the flow'ry field,
`On the spring'
Inspires new flames, revives extinguish'd lives.
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no.1023
When the bright sun shone with vivific ray,
`Description of a journey of pleasure to the sea-houses at Bourne in Sussex'
And wav'd their hands, while either was in view.
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no. 654
When the good man on any bed reclines,
`A midnight thought'
Consolatory rays of penitence.
Yale
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no.1058
When things go cross, as oft they will,
`On fortitude'
On earth enjoys a heaven.
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no.2003
When thou wert weary, faint, distress'd,
`Song'
This breast, to thee so gentle found?
Yale
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no. 8
When thy sweet sonnets I peruse,
`Addressed to Mrs. C[harlotte] Smith'
And speaks its language to the heart.
Yale
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no. 527
When tuneful instruments appear
`To a young lady whose name was Organ on her return home after a few month's absence'
And we'll accord in heart and voice.
Yale
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no. 971
When York's fair Duchess first came here,
`On the Duchess of York'
In the known greatness of her mind.
Yale
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no. 621
When you good ladies, bade me write
As in that day you'll not repent.
Yale
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no. 973
Whene'er you invite me, dear Will, to a treat,
Invite whom you please__but strike me from the list.
Yale
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no. 389
Where art thou, Mary, pure as fair,
Brydges, Sir Samuel Egerton, 1762_1837
`From the novel of Mary de Clifford' [pr. 1792]
But woes, and frenzy must be mine.
Yale
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no. 301
Where clust'ring roses vernal sweets combine,
`The maternal shrine'
Till friendship soothes the tear and bids it cease to flow.
Yale
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no. 555
Where is the blest memorial that insures
Sheridan, Richard Brinsley Butler, 1751_1816
`To the memory of Mr. Garrick'
Which time may strew upon his sacred bust.
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no. 740
Where now is that sun of repose?
`An elegiac ballad'
May purchase my pardon above.
Yale
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no. 171
Where pensive mem'ry might delight to rove,
`The peaceful seclusion'
My lov'd Augustus I shall meet in heav'n.
Yale
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no. 85
Where stands yon verdant grove of trembling trees,
`Retirement'
And thus I'd share the sweets of solitude.
Yale
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no. 922
Where the loveliest expression to features is join'd,
Fox, Charles James, 1749_1806
`To Mrs. Crewe'
But love, and love only, our hearts can inflame.
Yale
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no. 1
Wherever numerous parties meet,
`Sunday evening amusements (O horrid times)'
Die, with four honors in their hands.
Yale
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no. 926
While beauty and pleasure are now in their prime,
More, Hannah, 1745_1833
`Florella'
I'll bless the kind summons, and lie down and die.
Yale
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no. 769
While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive,
Wesley, Samuel, 1691_1739
`The following lines were written by...upon the setting up of [Samuel] Butler's monument in Westminster Abbey__Poems on sevl. occasions 4to. 1736 page 62'
He ask'd for bread, and he received a stone.
Yale
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no.2038
While Europe's chiefs, in hostile arms,
`Christmas amusements to the British ladies'
These joys, will ever be your own.
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no. 763
While ev'ry shrub and ev'ry tree,
`Written in the frost'
For hapless humankind.
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no. 242
While from enamor'd Pan chaste Syrinx flew,
`The origin of the shepherd's pipe'
While soft approving sighs the shudd'ring reeds return'd.
Yale
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no. 757
While London beaux to Hornsey Lane,
`Summer in the environs of London'
Have twenty yards to seek.
Yale
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no. 22
While 'mid the sweet retreats of Stowe,
`Lines to a friend'
And at his call, retire.
Yale
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no. 839
While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,
Tate, Nahum, 1652_1715
`Christmas hymn'
Begin and never cease.
Yale
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no. 167
While the way of the world is to keep all the best,
Hill, Aaron, 1685_1750
`To a lady who sent the top of a sweetbriar branch, and retained the worst end of it'
Give the thorn to yourself and the rose to your friend.
Yale
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no. 716
While thus I wander, cheerless and unblest,
Smith, Charlotte (Turner), 1749_1806
`Sonnet'
I only fly from doubt__to meet despair.
Yale
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no. 715
While you my fair one, sure to please,
`Love[.] Lines consisting entirely of monosyllables'
No herb nor balm, can give me aid.
Yale
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no. 218
Whilst Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive,
Wesley, Samuel, 1691_1739
`Mr. Barber, an alderman of the city of London, erected a monument to the memory of Sam: Butler author of Hudibras, several years since in Westminster Abbey. On which occasion he wrote the following epigram'
He ask'd for bread, and he received a stone.
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no. 674; see also `Whileà', `Whenà'.
Whilst silence gave new horror to the night,
`The apparition'
That all my doors, my Lord, were open left below.
Yale
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no. 366
Who place their hopes on silly schemes,
And all may see their scheme prevail.
Yale
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no. 107
Who thinks that fortune cannot change her mind,
In peace provides fit arms against a war.
Yale
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no. 323
Who will instruct me to endure
Swift, Jonathan
`On detraction' (alt. from On censure)
Their malice is__to let them talk.
Yale
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no. 887
Whoe'er for pleasure plans a scheme,
`The milkmaid'
And accident destroys the scheme.
Yale
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no. 963
Whoe'er in Hymen's silken bands
`On choosing a wife by a dish of tea'
Will render sweet the cup of life.
Yale
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no. 149
Whoe'er like me, with trembling anguish brings,
Mason, William, 1724_1797
`Epitaph on a lady, who died at the Hot Wells of a consumption'
And not to earth resign'd her, but to God.
Yale
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no. 79
Whoe'er thou art that look'st upon,
Flatman, Thomas
`An epitaph' [on Thomas Flatman junior, d. 1682, aged 10]
And sett'st thine heart upon, is soonest lost.
Yale
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no. 92
Whoe'er thou art these lines now reading,
Lewis, Matthew Gregory, 1775_1818
`Inscription in an hermitage'
And envy mine.
Yale
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no. 885; see also `O breathe in gentle strainsà'.
Why beats my heart, ah! more than tongue can tell
`Spoken by an unhappy husband over the body of his wife who had destroyed herself'
Then guard me heav'n, from madness and despair.
Yale
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no. 633
Why comes he not? Ah, whither, say,
`Albert absent'
Albert had slept abroad all night.
Yale
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no. 785
Why does the tongue by slender efforts try,
Harley, [ ]
`To ____ on her approaching visit to the author in the country'
Till closing life compel me to resign.
Yale
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no. 791
Why droops the downy wing of love?
`To time'
In which I lov'd__nor thought of thee.
Yale
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no.1015
Why droops the head? Why languishes the eye?
Pennell, Peter
`Psalm the 42. 6 and 7 verse'
In ev'ry station say, Thy will be done.
Yale
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no. 2
Why knits my dear her angry brow?
`On jealousy, addressed to a young lady'
You fairest, were the rest all fair.
Yale
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no. 369
Why mourns my friend! why weeps his downcast eye?
Shenstone, William, 1714_1763
`Elegy'
From Jessy floating on her wat'ry bier.
Yale
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no. 268
Why should I shrink to dwell amongst the dead,
`A dying reflection'
The vanity of what I was below.
Yale
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no. 146
Why start! This case will yours be very soon,
`The gentleman's skull'
The only happy are, the early wise.
Yale
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no. 97
Why streams thy lovely downcast eye?
`Lines to Miss L___ on seeing her in tears...Eliza'
They speak, but to betray.
Yale
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no. 755
Why will Florella when I gaze,
`A song'
Though death attends them there.
Yale
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no. 40
Wilt thou these little volumes then peruse?
G., [ ]
`From the Revd. Mr. G.'s lucubrations, on the poems and essays of a lady [Miss Bowdler] lately deceased at Bath'
Though mute, Janetta shall instruct mankind.
Yale
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no. 64
Wise Rochefoucault a maxim writ,
Swift, Jonathan, 1667_1745
`A life and character upon a maxim of Rochefoucault' [pr. 1733 (Foxon S884)]
And get a hatband, scarf, and gloves.
Yale
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no. 52 (ll. 1_75)
Wit had not learn'd to gloss and varnish crimes,
Murphy, [ ]
`Seventeen hundred and ninety one...a picture of the times'
He advertises for a pregnant wife.
Yale
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no.2023
With anguish, that no force of words can tell,
Rowe, Elizabeth (Singer)
`Lady Jane Grey, to Lord Guilford Dudley'
And every doubting anxious thought control.
Yale
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no. 168
With beauty, with pleasure surrounded, to languish__
Gray, Thomas, 1716_1771
They smile, but reply not__sure Delia can tell me!
Yale
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no.1069
With Christian fortitude resigning,
`The dying Christian'
Emits a feeble blaze, then dies.
Yale
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no. 602
With gifts like these the spoils of neighb'ring shores,
`To a lady, sent with a present of shells and stones designed for a grotto'
With such a lovely nymph, in such a lovely bow'r.
Yale
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no. 964
With toil we happiness pursue,
`Ode to resignation'
In hopes of endless rest.
Yale
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no. 843
With us alike each season suits,
`A song'
We ask the gods no more.
Yale
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no. 98
With you most noble Duke! I crave two words;
`The lion in the tower and the Duke of Richmond'
Unless you wish to feel my tooth or claw!
Yale
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no. 801
Withdrawn from all temptations that entice,
`From Liberal opinions. Almeria or the penitent, being a genuine epistle from an unfortunate daughter in ____ to her family in the country'
And call thee sister, savior, genius, friend!
Yale
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no. 58
Within this dormitory, lies,
`An epitaph'
Will think her better half alive.
Yale
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no. 223
Within this drear and silent gloom
Robinson, Mary (Derby), 1758?_1800
`Louisa in a convent...Vincenza'
Shall drop unseen__a sainted tear.
Yale
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no. 684
Without guilt, without strife,
`The shepherd's plain life'
With health and with quiet of heart.
Yale
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no.1027
Would you preach sermons that shall suit the taste,
`How to preach a sermon that shall please'
And character; and cannot fail to please.
Yale
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no. 315
Would you that Delville I describe,
Sheridan, Thomas, 1719_1788
`A description of Dr. Delaney's villa'
There's nothing but yourself as great.
Yale
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no. 129
Ye beaux esprits, say, what is grace?
Garrick, David, 1717_1779
`Grace'
To which at once we pay devotion.
Yale
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no. 89
Ye British Jacobins attend,
`Address to the British Jacobins'
Like Frenchmen they must fight or starve.
Yale
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no. 365
Ye darksome clouds, that big with teeming rain,
`The shower to Eudora'
And no fell fears my quiet mind control.
Yale
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no. 632
Ye fair who now flutter in life's busy throng,
Lock, Miss [ ]
`Song'
By retiring subdues, and possesses the heart.
Yale
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no. 273
Ye glades that just open, to greet the blue sky,
Robinson, Mary (Derby), 1758?_1800
`Inscribed to a beloved friend, when confined by indisposition'
As the rose droops its head, when the sun fades away.
Yale
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no. 281
Ye gods to whom my ardent pray'r,
`To Miss Payne, written by a boy at school'
And be no longer Payne.
Yale
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no. 116
Ye lambkins that wantonly play,
`Grief. A pastoral elegy'
Now his Corydon's bosom is cold.
Yale
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no. 55
Ye little chirpers of the grove,
Or yours upon the spray.
Yale
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no. 587
Ye lovely virgins, hear a swain,
`On Emma's absence'
And Emma who is fled.
Yale
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no. 985
Ye nymphs of Solyma! Begin the song:
Pope, Alexander, 1688_1744
`Messiah'
Thy realms forever last thy own Messiah reign'
Yale
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no. 345
Ye nymphs of the cloistered vale
`Written in the mass house at Kirtlington park'
And whisper fond shepherd I'm thine.
Yale
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no. 600
Ye sons of industry! Learn hence to know,
`Epitaph on a gentleman, who became rich from a low estate'
For know a good man's influence never dies.
Yale
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no. 202
Ye sprightly sons of gaiety and mirth,
`Spleen an elegy'
The scenes of care which open to the view.
Yale
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no. 762
Ye that groan beneath the weight,
`Tranquility'
Come and taste tranquility.
Yale
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no. 45
Ye tow'rs, which once contain'd the hardy knight,
`Written among the ruins of an ancient castle'
In those which neither molder nor decay.
Yale
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no. 761
Ye votaries of fashion who lavish your prime
`At a masked ball a person representing Time threw scrolls of paper amongst the crowd in which the following lines were written'
That when once he is gone, he will never return.
Yale
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no. 298
Ye woods and wilds, receive me to your shades,
`Soliloquies'
Our thoughts are lost in thy immensity.
Yale
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no. 566
Ye woods and ye mountains unknown,
`The complaint'
I feel till I see her again.
Yale
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no. 845
Ye youths licentious thro' the town
`The gibbet a poem'
But liv'd to virtue as he ought.
Yale
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no.1057
You say that some peculiar grace,
`A tale'
Is love of God, and love of man.
Yale
c.83/3
no.1007
You tell me of a female pair;
Legh, George, 1694_1776
`The clergyman's choice of a wife delineated in a letter to Dr. C. in England, by a foreign bishop, residing in Terra incognita' [pr. 1738 (Foxon L94)]
Or else, say I, adieu! adieu!
Yale
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no. 251
Young Lubin was a shepherd boy,
Harley, George Davies, d. 1811
`Lubin and his dog Tray'
Their common bed, the colder snow!
Yale
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no. 631
Your every wish should fortune crown
`Success and disappointment'
Who rais'd him up, to sink him lower.
Yale
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no. 647
Your fortune? You are now too old,
`The gypsy'
The few red hairs, which deck your brow.
Yale
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no. 884
Your lines, poetic Sir, I read,
`From a lady to a gentleman in answer to a complimentary copy of verses'
Convinc'd that you was fool or mad.
Yale
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no. 965
Your steps to Langford Cottage bend,
Crane, Dr. [ ]
`To a young lady on being desired to describe the prospect from Mr. Whalley's villa'
But save the credit of the bard.
Yale
c.83/2
no. 726
Your verses, complaisant, and smart,
`Carolina to Mr. J. M. on his verses addressed to her'
Dote on a shadow, not on a swain.
Yale
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no. 254
