Home Poem Roles Author Author Writer of the poem. Contributor Poem Lemuel Abbott Indulgent God, whose bounteous Care Joseph Addison How are thy servants blest, O Lord! [Anonymous] Thro' the blest round of youths delightful hours In Charles the Second’s Golden Days His Time was quick, his Touch was neat I'm [not] High-Church, nor Low-church, nor Tory, nor Whig Beneath this Stone lies Katherine Gray As Nero Laughing saw the flames consume 'Tis Friendship's pledge, my Young, fair friend Anna Letitia Barbauld Welcome little helpless stranger Thy Buckles, O Garrick, thy Friends may now Use, Robert Beere I took Pen, Ink, and Paper too Samuel Bishop A Knife, dear Girl, cuts Love, they say Thee, Mary, with this Ring I wed To thee dear wife,—and all must grant Barton Booth Sweet are the charms of her I love William Boscawen When Horace wak'd his lyric strains John Boyle To thee, dear Swift, these spotless leaves I send Alexander Brome Julia once struck me with a Ball of Snow Isaac Hawkins Browne Boy! bring an Ounce of Freeman's best William Browne Underneath this sable hearse Charles Burney (1726–1814) Who e'er is at Crewe Robert Burns All hail! inexorable lord! John Byrom My Time, O ye Muses, was happily spent God bless the King! (I mean our faith's defender!) Elizabeth Carter While Night in solemn Shade invests the Pole The solitary bird of night Let coward Guilt with pallid Fear Thou Pow'r supreme, by whose Command I live Elizabeth Chudleigh Hervey Pierrepont Since thine is the only power on earth we know Mary Chudleigh Wife and Servant are the same Benjamin Coles If you by Theft, this Book should take William Collins How sleep the Brave, who sink to Rest Nathaniel Cotton Dear Cloe, while the busy croud Tomorrow, didst thou say! William Cowper The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower The poplars are fell'd, and adieu to the shade I am monarch of all I survey Forc'd from home, and all its pleasures, Thomas D'Urfey Bright was the Morning, cool was the Air Sneyd Davies Sceptre of ease! whose calm domain extends Robert Dodsley Cries Celia to a reverend Dean John Duncombe The Curfew tolls the hour of closing gates Anne Kingsmill Finch Blest be the Man! his Memory at least How gaily is at first begun Sure of Success, to You I boldly write What art thou, Spleen, which everything dost ape? Thomas Flatman As on his Death-bed gasping Strephon lay Charles James Fox Where the loveliest expression to features is join'd David Garrick Is not my measter here among you, pray? John Gay All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd John Godfrey Here lies Father & Mother, & Sister and I Oliver Goldsmith Turn, gentle hermit of the dale, Thomas Gray The Curfew tolls the Knell of parting Day 'Twas on a lofty vase's side Ye distant Spires, ye antique Towers Frances Macartney Greville Oft I've implor'd the gods in vain Time was, when many a cheerful thought Hannah Griffitts Like a Newton sublimely he soar'd Jenny Hamilton Moore Wou'd you think it, my Duck! (for the fault I must own) James Hervey When Snows descend, and robe the Fields John Hervey Since Language never can describe my Pain Thomas Hervey Nature, perversly to your wish, has given Isabella Howard Without preamble, to my friend Anne Home Hunter The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day Charles Jenner Goddess of golden dreams, whose magic pow'r Soame Jenyns The tuneful throng was ever beauty's care Whilst well-wrote lines our wond'ring eyes command White as her hand fair Julia threw Whilst half asleep my Chloe lies Here lies poor Johnson: reader have a care, Samuel Johnson What Fears, what Terrors does thy Gift create! John Langhorne With sense enough for half your sex beside Friend, Sister, Partner of that gentle Heart Parent of virtue, if thine ear Mary Leapor Imprimis---my departed shade I trust Esther Lewis Clark Dear Peggy, since the single state George Lyttelton Made to engage all hearts and charm all eyes Ye weeping muses, graces, virtues tell At length escap’d from ev’ry Human Eye Captive brother, break thy chain Virtue and Fame, the other day The Counsels of a Friend, Belinda, hear When Delia on the Plain appears Judith Cowper Madan O thou, who labour'st in this rugged Mine In my dark Cell, low prostrate on the Ground Unequal, how shall I the search begin? William Heath Marsh Thy steady Pen what matchless Genius guides Unspoilt by flattery, and Untaught by art Hard is the task my friend to me has giv’n William Mason Take, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear Whoe'er like me, with trembling anguish brings William Meston From happy Climes where Vertue never dyes Mary Molesworth Monck Thou who dost all my worldly Thoughts employ Mary Wortley Montagu Hail, happy bride! for thou art truly blest FLAVIA. The wretched Flavia on her couch reclin'd, Anthony Moore Struck with religious awe, and solemn dread Hannah More Great Edmund hoarse, you say the reason clear; Arabella Morton I Ask not Wit, nor Beauty do I crave [Nixon] When Bath, grown temperate, his bottle leaves Henry Norris The old Egyptians hid their Wit John Norris It must be done, my Soul; but 'tis a strange Take Wing, my Soul, and upwards bend thy Flight Robert Craggs Nugent Remote from Liberty and Truth Eleanor Peart Unskill'd in Numbers & poetic flight Alexander Pennecuik Stop, passenger! until my life you read Ambrose Philips From Frozen Climes and Endless Tracts of Snow Laetitia Lewen Pilkington Oh, spotless paper, fair and white! Peter Pinnell Why droops the head, why languishes the eye Christopher Pitt When Pallas saw the piece her pupils wrought Alexander Pope As some fond virgin, whom her mother's care Ye Nymphs of Solyma! begin the song Think not by rig'rous Judgment seiz'd Father of All! in every Age Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid Oh be thou blest with all that Heav'n can send Matthew Prior View not this Spire by Measure giv'n The Scepticks think, 'twas long ago, William Pulteney O Holkam! blest, belov'd abode! A.R. In vain the Gods benign impart Reverend M.G.R. On you dear Jim, the ready muse Elizabeth Singer Rowe In what soft Language shall my Thoughts get free Nicholas Rowe Despairing, beside a clear Stream Richard Savage A Man of Wisdom may disguise Cuthbert Shaw Sweet bird! that kindly perching near William Shenstone Why mourns my friend! why weeps his downcast eye? Elizabeth Ann Linley Sheridan Sweet instrument of him for whom I mourn Richard Brinsley Sheridan Tell me, ye prim adepts in Scandal's school James Shirley The Glories of our Birth and State Charlotte Turner Smith I love thee, mournful sober-suited night Poor melancholy bird—that all night long William Somervile If this fair rose offend thy sight Philip Dormer Stanhope Asses milk, half a pint, take at seven, or before; Hear all you Friends to Knighthood Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by Mr. Stevenson This Preacher, silent yet severe Hubert Stogdon Hark! my gay friend, that solemn toll Jonathan Swift Careful Observers may foretel the Hour When Foes are o'ercome, we preserve them from Slaughter Elizabeth Amherst Thomas Lock'd in the arms of balmy sleep I'm a strange composition as e'er was in nature At Se'noke so fam'd for Virginity old James Thomson As those we love decay, we die in part Elizabeth Sophia Tomlins Roving through life's uncertain ways Rise, honour'd Poet, from thy hallow'd bed Melesina Chenevix Trench Dear Mem'ry, guardian of each past delight William Tunstall From Me, Dear Charles, inspir’d with Ale Edmund Waller That, which Her slender Waist confin'd Isaac Watts Say, Mighty Love, and teach my Song Dillon Wentworth The Day of Wrath, that Dreadful Day Sarah Wesley Gentle breath of melting sorrow Helen Maria Williams Painful source of many a sorrow! Sir Charles Hanbury Williams Clio, behold this charming Day Near his paternal seat, here buried lies Cuthbert Wilson Has not my Friend transported run Charles Yorke In earliest times, ere man had learn'd I heard the Sisters of the Sacred Well Philip Yorke Virtue and Fame, the other day Extempore