Though humble the banquet to which I invite thee, iv. 178. Though long at school and college dozing, i. 282. Though many great Doctors there be, iii. 39. Though sacred the tie that our country entwineth, v. 161. Thrice hath scribbling Kenyon scrawl'd, iii, 146. Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd m Through Manchester Square took a canter just now, ii. 230. Thy brave, thy learn'd, have passed away, v. 292. Thy harp may sing of Troy's alarms, i. 87. Thy song has taught my heart to feel, i. 278. 'Tis believ'd that this Harp, which I wake now for thee, iv. 8 'Tis evening now; beneath the western star, ii. 82. 'Tis gone, and forever, the light we saw breaking, iv. 125. 'Tis said- but whether true or not, iv. 334. 'Tis sweet to think, that, where'er we rove, iv. 79. 'Tis the last rose of Summer, iv. 104. 'Tis the Vine! 't is the Vine! said the cup-loving boy, v. 18. 'Tis time, I feel, to leave thee now, i. 320. To be the theme of every hour, i. 255. To catch the thought by painting's spell, i. 306. To Ladies' eyes around, boy, iv. 140. To Love, the soft and blooming child, i. 185. To-morrow, comrade, we, iv. 181. To no one Muse does she her glance confine, i. 276 Too plain, alas, my doom is spoken, iv. 252. To see thee every day that came, i. 327. To Swanager- - that neat little town, in whose bay, iii. 91. To thee, the Queen of nymphs divine, i. 137. To the people of England, the humble Petition, iii. 50. To weave a garland for the rose, v. 231. Tried a new châlé gown on-pretty, iii. 344. 'T was a new feeling-something more, i. 174. 'T was a proud moment—ev'n to hear the words, v. 306. 'T was but for a moment-and yet in that time, ii. 109. 'T was eve's soft hour, and bright above, v. 175. - 'T was midnight dark, v. 99. 'T was night, and many a circling bowl, i. 102. 'T was noon of night, when round the pole, i. 96. 'T was on a day, i. 308. 'Twas one of those dreams that by music are brought, iv. 164 'T was on the Red Sea coast, at morn, we met, i. 324. Twin'st thou with lofty wreath thy brow, v. 233. 'Twixt Eldon's Hat and Eldon's Wig, iii. 78. Unbind thee, love, unbind thee, love, v. 244. Up and march! the timbrels sound, v. 55. Up with the sparkling brimmer, v. 72. Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, iii. 126. Wake thee, my dearthy dreaming, iv. 355. Wanted-Authors of all-work, to job for the season, iii 71. Weeping for thee, my love, through the long day, v. 27. Weep, weep for him, the Man of God, iv. 291. Welcome, sweet bird, through the sunny hour winging, v. 70. Went to the Mad house - -- saw the man, ii. 341. We read the flying courser's name, i. 88. We 're told the ancient Roman nation, iii. 32. What a lucky turn-up!-just as Eldon 's withdrawing, iii. 32. ii. 232. What, thou, my friend! a man of rhymes, iii. 316. What, you, too, my ******, in hashes so knowing, iii. 188. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy, i. 116. When, casting many a look behind, i. 180. - v. 204, When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved, iv. 134. When Cupid sees how thickly now, i. 144. When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow, iv. 76. Whene'er you 're in doubt, said a Sage I once knew, iii. 149. When evening shades are falling, v. 45. When first I met thee, warm and young, iv. 118. When first that smile, like sunshine, bless'd my sight, iv. 280. When freshly blows the northern gale, ii. 73. When Gold, as fleet as zephyr's pinion, i. 128. When Grammont grac'd these happy springs, i. 329. When I behold the festive train, i. 20. When I have seen thy snow-white wing, ii. 30. When I lov'd you, I can't but allow, i. 177. When in death I shall calmly recline, iv. 59. When I would sing thy beauty's light, v. 220. When Love is kind, iv. 258. When Love was a child, and went idly round, iv. 224. When midnight came to close the year, i. 254. When my thirsty soul I steep, i. 115. When night brings the hour, iv. 255. When o'er the silent seas alone, iv. 309. When Royalty was young and bold, ii. 400. When the Balaika, v. 29. When the first summer bee, iv. 241. When the sad word, "Adieu," from my lip is nigh falling, v. 234. When the wine-cup is smiling before us, iv. 242. When thou art nigh, it seems, iv. 381. When thou shalt wander by that sweet light, iv. 232. When thro' life unblest we rove, iv. 82. When through the Piazzetta, iv. 237. When Time was entwining the garland of years, i. 186. When Time, who steals our years away, i. 169. When to sad Music silent you listen, iv. 388. When twilight dews are falling soft, iv. 345. When wearied wretches sink to sleep, i. 211. When wine I quaff, before my eyes, i. 117. 'Where are the visions that around me once hover'd, iv. 247 "Where are ye now, ye summer days," v. 117. Whereas, Lord ****** de *******, iii. 181. Where is now the smile, that lighten'd, i. 288. Whether as queens or subjects, in these days, iii. 301. While gazing on the moon's light, iv. 74. While History's Muse the memorial was keeping, iv. 120. While our rosy fillets shed, i. 110. While we invoke the wreathed spring, i. 122. Who d'ye think we've got here? - quite reformed from the giddy, iii. 333. Who has not felt how sadly sweet, iv. 362. Who is the Maid my spirit seeks, iv. 273. Who is the maid with golden hair, i. 265. Who'll buy a little boy? Look, yonder is he, v. 230. Who'll buy?'t is Folly's shop, who 'll buy? —, v. 145. Whose was the artist nand that spread, i. 127. Who wants old Puck? for here am I, iii. 281. Why does azure deck the sky? i. 224. Why does she so long delay, v. 232. Why is a Pump like Viscount Castlereagh? ii. 234. Why, let the stingless critic chide, i. 178. With all my soul, then, let us part, i. 203. With triumph this morning, oh Boston! I hail, ii. 111. |