Union First Line Index of English Verse

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


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'Twas at the solemn midnight, silent hour  Rous, Sir John  `A dream'  What Talbot's merit won, may fall to you.  Yale  c.130  p. 22 
A Jew, would eat such pork, as this,  Garrick, David, 1717_1779  `By David Garrick esq.' [on Lady Sarah Bunbury]  'Tis Bunbury's neck, and Fanny's hair.  Yale  c.130  p. 16 
Accept Boscawen! these unpolish'd lays  More, Hannah, 1745_1833  `Sensibility a poetical epistle to the Hon: Mrs. Boscawen'  And, dread, yet wish to find one hero more.  Yale  c.130  p. 45 
Again the wood, and long withdrawing vale,  Smith, Charlotte (Turner), 1749_1806  `By the same to spring'  Have power to cure all sadness__but despair.  Yale  c.130  p. 95 
Aw'd and confounded I approach you here,  Soame, Master [ ]  `An epilogue written and spoke by...after a play performed by the gentlemen of the Grammar School at the Assembly Room in Christmas 1789'  We skulk beneath them in security.  Yale  c.130  p. 66 
Bleak roar'd the blast, and horror's giant form  Archdall, Richard  `Verses by...' [on Danad and Perseus her infant son]  To seal a tyrant's doom.  Yale  c.130  p. 8 
Down to the vale of life I tend,    `An old bachelor's reflections on matrimony'  And make them happy in their state.  Yale  c.130  p. 89 
Envy, that loves not merit, ne'er will spare    `To Lady Tyrconnel'  And spare thy glorious father's honor'd name.  Yale  c.130  p. 30 
Here sleeps__what once was beauty, once was grace  Mason, William, 1724_1797  `An epitaph on Miss Drummond'  The Christian, yields an angel to his God.  Yale  c.130  p. 22 
Is there a daughter of so hard an heart,  Fielding, Charles John  `A farewell epilogue spoken by Mrs Wheeler at the Theater Royal in Bath'  How hard the task would be to bear my own.  Yale  c.130  p. 25 
Like the soft gladd'ning dawn of light    `Friendship an ode'  That feels another's woe.  Yale  c.130  p. 24 
Lo! Kneeling at yon rail with pensive air  Jerningham, Edward, 1727_1812  `The Magdalens'  The move to sympathy the feeling breast.  Yale  c.130  p. 10 
My Ella is in the cold grave!  Trell, Mrs. [ ]  `On the death of her daughter'  She may breathe out her last on thy tomb.  Yale  c.130  p. 65 
Oft I've implored the gods in vain  Greville, Frances (Macartney)  `Ode by Mrs. Greville'  Content but half to please.  Yale  c.130  p. 3 
O, hope! Thou soother sweet of human woes!  Smith, Charlotte (Turner), 1749_1806  `By the same to hope'  And I will bless thee, who tho' slow art sure.  Yale  c.130  p. 94 
O say thou dear possessor of my breast,  Hammond, James, 1710_1742  `Elegy to Miss [Emma] Dashwood' [pr. 1733 (Foxon H21]  Like me__with passion founded on esteem.  Yale  c.130  p. 81 
Poor melancholy bird__that all night long  Smith, Charlotte (Turner), 1749_1806  `By the same to a nightingale'  To sigh and sing at liberty__like thee!  Yale  c.130  p. 92 
Queen of the silver bow!__by thy pale beam,  Smith, Charlotte (Turner), 1749_1806  `By the same to the moon'  Poor wearied pilgrim__in this toiling scene!  Yale  c.130  p. 93 
Says Beauty to Fashion, as they set at the toilette    `Beauty and fashion a repartee'  And even your ladyship, die an old maid.  Yale  c.130  p. 27 
Sweet poet of the woods__a long adieu!  Smith, Charlotte (Turner), 1749_1806  `By the same on the departure of the nightingale'  And still be dear to sorrow, and to love!  Yale  c.130  p. 94 
Tell her with fruitless care I've sought,    `Answer to the foregoing ode' [`Oft I've implored the gods...']  Such is the lot of beauty.  Yale  c.130  p. 7 
Tell me ye prim adepts in scandal's school  Sheridan, Richard Brinsley Butler, 1751_1816  `A portrait addressed to a lady [Mrs. Crewe] with The school for scandal'  Thee my inspirer__and my model__crew.  Yale  c.130  p. 74 
The garlands fade that spring so lately wove,  Smith, Charlotte (Turner), 1749_1806  `Sonnet'  Ah! why has happiness__no second spring?  Yale  c.130  p. 92 
The partial muse has, from my earliest hours,  Smith, Charlotte (Turner), 1749_1806  `A sonnet wrote by...of Bignor Park'  If those paint sorrows best, who feel them most!  Yale  c.130  p. 79 
The weary sun had almost gone his round,  Tierney, [ ], of Peterhouse College, Cambridge  `An imitation of Strada's Philomelae and Indicinis certamen...Peterhouse College Cambridge'  Than that__the seat of harmony and love.  Yale  c.130  p. 32 
Thou dome of death! By lonely musings led,  Jelliand, John, of Brundish  `An elegy on a family tomb'  Consign'd with kindred shades in peace to rest.  Yale  c.130  p. 37 
Thou gentle nurse of pleasing woe!  Chapone, Hester, 1727_1801  `To solitude'  Can never be secure.  Yale  c.130  p. 86 
'Tis said, that the soldiers so lazy are grown    `An epigram'  Or a greater consumption of power.  Yale  c.130  p. 31 
Too well these lines that fatal truth declare,  Hervey of Ickworth, John Hervey, baron, 1696_1743  `An answer to the foregoing lines' [`O say thou dear possessor...']  And though I like the lover quit the love.  Yale  c.130  p. 83 
Welcome little helpless stranger,  Barbauld, Anna Laetitia (Aikin), 1743_1825  `On the birth of Dr Priestley's son'  And their fondest hopes fulfil.  Yale  c.130  p. 80 
When Jove in anger to the sons of earth,  Smith, Charlotte (Turner), 1749_1806  `The origin of flattery'  And scatter roses round the silent tomb.  Yale  c.130  p. 70 
Where yon bleak mountain lifts its stormy brow,  Fielding, Charles John  `Elegy'  Again he waited, the return of night.  Yale  c.130  p. 17 
Whilst o'er these moving lines which sweetly flow    `To a young lady'  The plaintive verse to eternize your name.  Yale  c.130  p. 21 
With Jaffier's woes still struggling in my breast    `An epilogue altered from one of Mr Sheridan's to Semiramis and spoken by Henry Heigham in the character of Jaffier Janry 12 and Decber 31st 1784 and Janry 5th 1785'  The blest effusions of fictitious woe.  Yale  c.130  p. 68 
Ye couples who meet under love's smiling star,  Hayley, William, 1745_1820  `A charm for ennui a matrimonial ballad'  And preserve your chaste flame from the smoke of ennui.  Yale  c.130  p. 62 
Yes, beauteous virgin yes, thy tears are just  Miller, Charles  `To Lady Horatia Waldegrave'  To guard the weak, to waft the just to heaven.  Yale  c.130  p. 1