INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF THE EPIGRAMS.
Swift Graves Townsend Anon, S. Gregory Crashaw Young Thomson. Anon. Parrot 1. More Elsum Straight Martial Graves Delaune Martial Piron Anon. Bishop Simonides E. Walsh Simonides Cowper.
A bard grown desirous of saving his pelf Abel! prescribe thyself; trust not another A birch of elegant and graceful form A blackleg late and prisoner hence I go A blooming youth lies buried here A Brook, whose stream so great, so good Accept a miracle instead of wit Accept, loved nymph, this tribute due A certain rhymer, who can ne'er repose A cobbler and a curate once disputed A cobweb serv'd a tiny elf : A countenance so strong, and so severe Adam alone could not be easy A Doctor lately was a captain made A doctor, who, for want of skill Adorn not more your body than your brain A drop of amber, from a poplar plant A farmer-general, to all virtue lost A fat old friar of seraphic face A fool and knave with different views A foreign land enwraps its dust around thee A frigid rhymer, tho' an ardent lover Against this pillar tall thou taper spear Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appeared Age, thou the loss of health and friends sbalt A haughty courtier, meeting in the streets A headstrong wife who oft came in for blame Ah, faithless women! when you swear. Ah, hapless Troy! the flame which Maro sings Ah! Lesbia, now, or never, pity show A boly offering at Diana's shrine Ah! önce dear partner of my days A house she hath; it's made of such good fashion Ah! sore disease, to men why enviest thou A hum'rous fellow in a tavern late Ah, what avails the sceptred race Ah! Why sad Thyrsis, blind both your eyes . Airey alone has gain'd that double prize A kiss I begged; but, smiling, she Alas, madam, for stealing of a kiss Alas, poor Tom! how oft, with merry heart Alas! we rectors must resign Alas! what pains, what racking thoughis be
Bowles Anon. Stephanus Xenarchus Paterson Sannazarius Mnasalcus Anon, Anon. Simonides Sannazarius Landor. Theocritus S. Smith Sherburne Wyat Fergusson Turner
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All are not born to soar-and ah! how few All buildings are but monuments of death All-conq'ring, cruel death, more bard than rocks All Memory's Pleasures his choice book contains All men are worms: but this no man, In silk All Nature's charms in Sunderland appear All night I sigh with cares of love opprest All, that accomplish'd body lends mankind All that of love can be express'd All that thou dost be right-to that alone confine
thy view. All things decay with time : the forest sees All things I thought I knew; but now confess All things you know : what all? If it be so All think now Chatterton is dead. All to the lofty ode that genius gives All whom I love die young; Zoilus, I'll try All wives are bad- yet two blest hours they give . A lord of senatorial fame A lover once of the Septembrian juice : A maid of bronze am I, and here will stand A man was about to hang himself Amaz'd I view the consecrated spot Amazement seized Mnemosyné Ambition's goal—the love of praise A mechanic his labour will often discard Amidst the waves profound . A minister's answer is always so kind : Among the chiefs of British race. Among the follies that discourse infest A monster, in a course of vice grown old Amusement which exceeds the measure An arch wag has declar'd, that he truly can say A narrow compass ! and yet there Ance Wisdom, Majesty, an' Beauty Anchises, Paris, and Adonis too And, doctor, do you really think And if thou hast, where could'st thou write it
better And is Miss Tabby from the world retird? : And why so stupid as to lend an ear And will Volatio quit this world so soon An epigram should be-if right An epigram should, like a pin, conjoint An estate and an earldom at seventy-four An impartial and competent judge of desert An object this, so wonderfully bright An original something, fair maid, you would win Another Leonora once inspired Antigenes of Gela, when oppress'd Antonius is arriv'd at seventy-five A pair of right hands and a single dim eye A plague on Egypt's arts, I say A poem wrote without a thought : A poor and friendless boy was he, ---to whom A priest one day accompanied a thief A Quack, who stole his patient's cup, did
Schiller Herrick Owen J. Heath Anon. A. Seward Bonifacius Palladas Anon. Anon. Cleobulus Plato Muirhead Antiputer of Sidon 1. J. Scaliger Hood Drummond Lord Holland. Nugent Fordyce . Wesley Des Houlières : Hook Waller : Ramsay Anon, Greek Wolcot
476 xxvi 150 150 425 426
157 xviii
7 30
8 17 596
4 457 299 205 619 378 C22 341 365 494 563 319
24 453
115 611 201 553 312 523 344 629
Landor Alciatus Anon. Anon. Landor Parrot Anon. Dodsley Anon. Carey Anon, Greek Herrick. F. Beaumont Anon, Anon. Mansel Young Shakespeare Anon. Hill Naugerius J. Smith, Ausonius Byron R. Heath Callimachus Palladas Calderinus Jeffreys . Swift Thomson. Turner . Martyn
T. More. Buchanan Anon.
211 271 271 581 312 180 531 313 55
A sage of old hath gravely said A Sage to whom all learned lore was dear As a Yankee so cute and Paddy quite sly As both physic and verse to Phoebus belong A Scholar was about to marry A scornful dame invited over night As Cyril and Nathan were walking by Queen's As death alone the marriage knot unties A secret art my soul requires to try As, erst, in Eden's blissful bow'rs A sexton and a grave physician As Gilly flowers do but stay A shepherdess who long had kept her flocks . As Sherlock at Temple was taking a boat As Sherlock the elder with his jure divine “A singing-man and yet not sing. As in smooth oil the razor best is whet. Ask who lies here, but do not weep As Lambeth pray'd, so was the dire event As lamps burn silent, with unconscious light As late I sought the spangled bowers As late the Trades' Unions, by way of a show As Lucifer once, fair star of the morn As o'er the cold sepulchral stone . A soldier found at first the way to print As on a stepdam's tomb, a young child laid A Spartan 'scaping from the fight. Assembled round the breathless pontiff's bier As ihis auspicious day began the race As Thomas was cudgell'd one day by his wife As those we love decay, we die in part . As Tom like his father the liquor would tip As true as turtle to her tender mate A student at his book so plast As virgin lilies pluck'd from off their stems A swain deep in love, and suitor to Nell As you are young, if you'll be also wise At Barton's feet the god of Love At Bristol, Tom from the Mayor's feast was led At church Harpax heard that to trample on riches At Delphos shrine, one did a doubt propound At Dr. Goldsmith's merry play At Fate's approach, see Oroonoko moan A thief once consulted a lawyer of note At length must Suffolk's beauties shine in vain At morn we placed on his funeral bier At sight, Love drew your picture on my heart Augustus at Rome was for building renown'd Augustus still survives in Maro's strain Aurispa nothing writes though learn'd, for he Averse to pamper'd and high mettled steeds . A vicar, long ill, who had treasured up wealth A virgin blossom in her May A virtuoso friend, a man of worth A Welsbman and an Englisbman disputed A wise you took deform'd, yet rich 'tis said A woman having a settlement A woman may be fair, and her mind A world subdu'd unknown to Ammon's son.
122 125 5-9 276 104
30 57 212
Anon, Martial. Anon. F. Beaumont Anon. Whaley · Borbonius Johnson Callimachus Hayman Anon. Johnson Pannonius Anon. Anon. Anon. Graves Parrot Girardus Anon. Anon. Graves
Battus (though bound from drinking wine of late). Beautiful infant who dost keep Beauty devoid of grace, is but a bait Because I'm silent, for a fool
Southwell Surtees T. More Swift Alderson Straight Anon. Boileau Martial Herrick Russell Wesley G. West Anon, Greek Swift Herrick Anon. Lucillius Anon. Lucillius. Lucianus, Solon Macentinus Landor Martial Wellesley
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Before my face the picture hangs Before them lay a glittering store . Be frugal, ye wives, live in silence and love Behold! a proof of Irish sense Behold the fruits of Chantrey's gun Behold the lordly pedant in his school B-hold the silent grave; it doth embrace Behold the true likeness ( tis said) of Boileau Believing hear, what you deserve to hear Bell-man of night, if I about shall go Beneath a myrtle Cupid lay . Beneath, a sleeping infant lies Beneath these moss-grown roots, this rustic cell Beneath this flowery mound she rests, whose zone. Beneath this marble stone here lies Be not dismaide, though crosses cast thee downie Be open evermore, I thou my door Bestride an ant, a pigmy great and tall : Be this dark spot for ever to verdure unknown Bewail no more that brat of thine. Bewail not much, my parents ! me, the prey Beware smooth words and smiling face. Black locks hath Gabriel, beard that's white Blest are the bad alone while here Blest in thy spirit, in thy husband blest Blind, poor, and mark'd by party's ruthless zeal Blogg sheers at ancient birth ;-yes, Blogg, we Bloomfield, thy happy-omen'd name Blow, winter wind, these desert rocks around Boast not thy actions; for if bad they be Boast'st thou of beauty? The sweet-scented rose Bold and erect the Caledonian stood Books take their doom from each peruser's will Borgia, thou once wert almost too august Borgia was Cæsar, both in deeds and name Born at the first to bring another forth . Born to be slaves, our fathers freedom sought Born to command, to conquer, and 10 spare Born u:der kings our fathers freedom sought Bother't! quoth Time 10 l'homas Hearne Both the wise and the witless scribble Bottomless pit of gold! Slave to thy chest Break not my sweet repose Bright is his diadem in heaven's abode : Bright martial maid, queen of the frozen zone Britain witb Greece and Rome contended long Brunus, which derms himself a fair sweet youth Busy, curious, thirsty fly But borne, and like a short delight Butler in clearness and in force surpass'd But one bright eye young Acon's face adorns By fashion led, I spent my life at ease By her talent a secret will Celia discover By hostile spears borne down brave Lycus falls By Pluto's hand, by sacred Hecate's bed By shame of flight was Cleodemus led By showering wealth and titles splendid Cælia stole Love's quiver while he slept Cæsar and Hercules applaud thy fame Can you tell me (cried Celia to Damon) from
whence Can you
teli why it is, ibat in country or city
Hannay Kirke White A. Seward Basius Strato Home Anon. Landor Anon. Anon. M. W. Montague H. More M. W. Montague Anon. Praed Donne Drummond Robertson Milton Tollet J. Davies Ouys Herrick Anon. Amaltheus Anon. Hardinge Capilupus Meleager Simonicles G mbaud
Carlisle subscribes a thousand pound Carteret was welcom'd to the shore Cartby, you say, writes well-his genius true Cease, Canterbury, to deplore Cease, Greece, to boast of Aristophanes : Cease, ye Etonians! and no more. Celia her sex's foible shuns Celsus takes off by dint of skill Censure no more the hand of Death Charm'd with the empty sound of pompous words Cheat not yourselves as most ; who then prepare Children are snatch'd away, sometimes Chloe, you well my future fate may show Chloris, I swear by all I ever swore Ci gît Piron, qui ne fut rien . Circles are praised, not that abound Cling to thy home! If there the meanest shed Closely in form, in life, in death allied Close to her husband, Frances Join'd once more Cloy'd with ragoûts, you scorn my simple food Cold Nilus through my burning eyes doth flow Cold pillars ! Sirens mute ! and thou, sad urn Come, fill the South Sea goblet full "Come kiss me !" said Colin. I gently said “No Come, Leila, fill the goblet up Come, Lesbian maids, to blue-eyed Juno's shrine Come shepherds, follow me . Come, stretch thy limbs beneath these shady trees Come then, my friend, thy sylvan taste display Conceal'd in marble-bed the Graces lay Conservatives of Hatfield House Contemplate when the sun declines Contempt is loathsome; glorious 'tis to sway Coscus, thou say'st my epigrams are long Could but our tempers move like this machine Could he forget his death that every bour Could Homer come himself, distress'd and poor Could I recall lost youth again Could our first father, at his toilsome plough Cries Sylvia to a reverend Dean Cropt by th' untimely band of death, here lies Crossing o'er the South Sea in the late stormy
weather Cruel Amynta, can you see : Cumæan sybils could not more descry Cum Sapiente Plus nostras juravit in aras Cupid and my Campaspe play'd Cythera from this craggy steep Dacus doth daily to his doctor go . Dan Clarke and his namesake for bonour applied : Dark are our fates-to-morrow's sun muy peer Daughter of him who rul'd th' Athenian plains Deaf, giddy, helpless, left alone Dear Bell, to gain money, sure, silence is best Dear boy! whom, forn in carly youth away. Dear child, farewell ! that didst in worth Dear Chloe, well I know the swain Dear Duby! I've pleaded in vain for your crime Dear lady, think it no reproach Dear Lyce, thou art wondrous thin Dear Sim, by wits extoll'd, by wits cried down Death brings us peace : Oh! fear him not Deep, deep, in Sundy's bluudering head.
Byron Swift Swift Anon. Sheppard Hook Bishop Callicter, Relph Grares Delaune Barber Needler Moore Piron Waller Leonidas of Tarentum Wrangham Anon. Graves Owen Erinna Pope Anon. Arabian. Anon, Greek Anon. Anon. Greck Shenstone Anon. Jekyu Owen Petronius Arbiter Martial. Byrom Anon. Cow per Campbell Green Dodsley Anon,
25 886 116 371 107
7 326 146 61
3 306
65 399 463 375 143 466 625
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