To Thomas Hume, Esq., M.D., 145.

To the Ship in Which Lord Castlereagh sailed
for the Continent, 666.

Tout pour la Tripe, 614.

To weave a Garland for the Rose, 58.
Trade, Religion and, 688.

Translation from the Gull Language, 651.
Translations from Catullus, 301.
Trio, 324.

Trio, Song and, 328.
Trio, Song and, 329.
Triumph of Bigotry, 651.
Triumphs of Farce, The, 693.
Tuft-Hunter, Epitaph on a, 596.

Turf shall be My Fragrant Shrine, The, 243.
Turtle, A Dream of, 602.

'T was in a Mocking Dream of Night, 31.
'T was Night, and Many a Circling Bowl, 35.
'T was Noon of Night, When round the Pole, 32.
'T was One of Those Dreams, 203.

Two Loves, The, 283.

Twin'st Thou with Lofty Wreath Thy Brow, 58.

UMBRELLA Question, Speech on the, 611.
Unbind Thee, Love, 288.

Up,

Sailor Boy, 't is Day, 59.

VALLEY of the Nile, The, 317.

Variety, 64.

Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, The, 373.

Verses to the Poet Crabbe's Inkstand, 303.
Victory, Love's, 278.

Virgin of Delphi, Hymn of a, 77.
Vision, A, 597.

Vision of Philosophy, A, 114.
Voice, The, 260.

Vulcan! hear Your Glorious Task, 14.

WAKE Thee, My Dear, 277-
Wake Up, Sweet Melody, 280.
Waltz Duet, 326.

Wandering Bard, The, 215.

War against Babylon, 252.

Warning, A, 113.

Warrior, The Dying, 263.
War Song, 170.

War-Song, Lusitanian, 273.
Watchman, The, 257.

Waters, The Meeting of the, 173.

Webs, The Summer, 282.

Weep, Children of Israel, 248.

Weep not for Those, 243.

Weep on, weep on, 184.

Wellington, Lord, and the Ministers, 584.
Wellington, Lord, Reinforcements for, 583.
Wellington Spa, The, 675.

Well Peace to Thy Heart, Though Another's

it be, 137.

We may roam through This World, 175.
We read the Flying Courser's Name, 29.
Were not the Sinful Mary's Tears, 245.
What shall I sing Thee, 308.

What's My Thought like, 576.

What the Bee is to the Floweret, 187.

When Abroad in the World, 236.

When Bacchus, Jove's Immortal Boy, 40.

When Charles was deceived by the Maid He

loved, 295.

When Cold in the Earth, 199.

When Cupid sees How Thickly Now, 53.

Whene'er I see Those Smiling Eyes, 200.

When First I met Thee, 194.

When First That Smile, 229.

When Gold, as Fleet as Zephyr's Pinion, 46.
When He, Who adores Thee, 171.
When I behold the Festive Train, 42.
When Lelia touched the Lute, 293.
When Life looks Lone and Dreary, 295.
When Love is Kind, 237.

When Love was a Child, 227.
When Love, Who ruled, 289.
When Midst the Gay I meet, 273.
When My Thirsty Soul I steep, 40.
When Night brings the Hour, 237.
When on the Lip the Sigh delays, 266.
When Spring adorns the Dewy Scene, 37.
When the First Summer Bee, 232.
When the Sad Word, 59.

When the Wine-Cup is smiling, 233.
When Thou art Nigh, 284.

When Thou shalt wander, 230.
When Through the Piazzetta, 231.
When to Sad Music Silent You listen, 286.
When Twilight Dews, 274.

When Wine I quaff, before My Eyes, 40.
Where are the Visions, 234.

"Where are Ye Now, Ye Summer Days," 320.

Where is the Slave, 195.

Where is Your Dwelling, Ye Sainted, 250.

Where shall We bury our Shame, 233.

While gazing on the Moon's Light, 180.
While History's Muse, 194..

While Our Rosy Fillets shed, 37.

While We invoke the Wreathed Spring, 43.
Who is the Maid, 242.

Who'll buy My Love Knots, 230.

Whose was the Artist Hand That spread, 45.

Why does She so Long delay, 58.

Wig, Hat versus, 608.

Wig, Louis Fourteenth's, 715.

Wind Thy Horn, My Hunter Boy, 234.

Wine-Cup is circling, The, 218.

Within This Goblet, Rich and Deep, 38.

With Moonlight beaming, 282.

With Twenty Chords My Lyre is hung, 51.
Woman, 114.

Woman, Sovereign, 315.

Wonder, The, 79.

World was husht, The, 283.

Would That I were a Tuneful Lyre, 52.

Wo! wo, 613.

Wreath and the Chain, The, 107.

Wreaths for the Ministers, 576.

Wreath the Bowl, 200.

Write on, write on, 627.

Written in the Blank Leaf of a Lady's Common-

place Book, 90.

Written on passing Deadman's Island, 157.

YES, be the Glorious Revel Mine, 37.

Yes Loving is a Painful Thrill, 30.
Yes, yes, When the Bloom, 273.
Young Indian Maid, The, 279.

Young Jessica, 274.

Young Love lived Once in a Humble Shed, 294.
Young May Moon, The, 190.

Young Rose, The, 273.

You read it in These Spell-bound Eyes, 135.

You remember Ellen, 192.

Youth and Age, 262.

Youth's Endearing Charms are fled, 48.

A BEAM of tranquillity smiled in the west, 126.
A bishop and a bold dragoon, 675.
About fifty years since, in the days of our dad-
dies, 660.

A broken cake, with honey sweet, 51.
According to some learned opinions, 630.
A certain Sprite, who dwells below, 605.

A Donkey whose talent for burdens was wondrous, 603.

After some observations from Dr. M'Grig, 678.
A hunter once in that grove reclined, 262.
Ah, Tories dear, our ruin is near, 672.

Ah! where are they, who heard, in former hours, 339.

Alas! my dear friend, what a state of affairs, 634.

All, as he left it!-even the pen, 303.

All in again -unlookt for bliss, 622.
All that's bright must fade, 221.

Almighty God! when round thy shrine, 246.
Alone by the Schuylkill a wanderer roved, 148.
Alone in crowds to wander on, 215.

A Lottery, a Lottery, 295.
A Millennium at hand!

it, 594

I'm delighted to hear

Among other stray flashmen disposed of, this week, 682.

Among the Spirits, of pure flame, 501.
And are you then a thing of art, 99.

And do I then wonder that Julia deceives me, 75.
And doth not a meeting like this make amends,

210.

And hast thou marked the pensive shade, 107. And is there then no earthly place, 516. And now cross-buns and pancakes o'er, 589. "And now," quoth the goddess, in accents jocose, 667;

"And now," quoth the Minister (eased of his panics), 610.

And now with all thy pencil's truth, 22.
Angel of Charity, who, from above, 246.
Armed with hyacinthine rod, 31.
Around the tomb, oh, bard divine, 54.

Arrah, where were you, Murthagh, that beautiful day, 672.

Array thee, love, array thee, love, 322.

As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow,

Ask not if still I love, 288.

Ask what prevailing, pleasing power, 64.
As late I sought the spangled bowers, 15.
As Love one summer eve was straying, 347.
As news from Olympus has grown rather rare,
692.

As o'er her loom the Lesbian Maid, 334.
As once a Grecian maiden wove, 342.
As recruits in these times are not easily got, 583.
As slow our ship her foamy track, 199.
As snug in his bed Lord Henley lay, 643.
As snug, on a Sunday eve, of late, 637.
As St. Jerome who died some ages ago, 654.
As the gay tint that decks the vernal rose, 547-
As 't is now, my dear Tully, some weeks since I
started, 664.

As Whig Reform has had its range, 643.
As vanquished Erin wept beside, 211.
A Sylph, as bright as ever sported, 298.
A Temple to Friendship,'
chanted, 221.

said Laura, en

At last, Dolly, thanks to a potent emetic, 749. At length, dearest Freddy, the moment is nigh,

571.

At length, my Lord, I have the bliss, 721.

At length thy golden hours have winged their flight, 56.

At morn, beside yon summer sea, 224.
At morning, when the earth and sky, 142.
At night, when all is still around, 312.

At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly, 189.

Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin, 187.

Awake, arise, thy light is come, 248.
Awake to life, my sleeping shell, 47.
Away, away, ye men of rules, 42.
Away, away-you 're all the same, 114.
Awhile I bloomed, a happy flower, 52.
A wounded Chieftain, lying, 263.

Ay down to the dust with them, slaves as they are, 305.

Ay, yoke ye to the bigots' car, 651.

BANKES is weak, and Goulbourn too, 592.
Before we sketch the Present-let us cast, 734.
Behold, my love, the curious gem, 139.
Behold the Sun, how bright, 247.
Behold, the young, the rosy Spring, 39.
Being weary of love, 267.

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,

178.

Be still my heart: I hear them come, 280. Between Adam and me the great difference is, 584.

327.

Bring me the slumbering souls of flowers, 771.
Bring the bright garlands hither, 235.
Buds of roses, virgin flowers, 38.

But, whither have these gentle ones, 119.
But who shall see the glorious day, 245.
By that Lake, whose gloomy shore, 185.
By the Feal's wave benighted, 211.
By the hope within us springing, 181.

CALL the Loves around, 329.

Calm as beneath its mother's eyes, 346.
Calm be thy sleep as infants' slumbers, 280.
Canonize him!-yea, verily, we 'll canonize him,

600.

time of life," 306.

at your

Come, fill round a bumper, fill up to the brim, 256.

Come fly to these arms nor let beauties so bloomy, 580.

Come, give us more Livings and Rectors, 640.
"Come, if thy magic Glass have power," 263.
Come, listen to my story, while, 230.
Come, list to my pastoral tones, 680.

Come list, while I tell of the heart-wounded
Stranger, 265.

Come, maids and youths, for here we sell, 281. Come, May, with all thy flowers, 267.

Come not, oh Lord, in the dread robe of splendor, 244.

Come o'er the sea, 193.

Come, play me that simple air again, 316.

Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, 196.

Come, riddle-me-ree, come, riddle-me-ree, 615. Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief, 177.

Come, step in, gentlefolks, here ye may view, 684.

Come take my advice, never trouble your cranium, 614.

Come, take thy harp - 't is vain to muse, 114. "Come, tell me,' says Rosa, as kissing and

kist, 98.

Couldst thou look as dear as when, 272. Count me, on the summer trees, 19. Cupid once upon a bed, 34.

Cupid, whose lamp has lent the ray, 53.

DARK Comrade of my path! while earth and sky, 760.

Dear aunt, in the olden time of love, 294. Dear Coz, as I know neither you nor Miss Draper, 597.

Dear Dick-just arrived at my own humble gîte, 779.

Dear Dick, while old Donaldson 's mending my stays, 737:

Dear Doll, while the tails of our horses are plaiting, 719.

Dear Goddess of Corn whom the ancients, we know, 588.

Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found

thee, 197.

Dear John, as I know, like our brother of London, 680.

Dear Judy, I sind you this bit of a letther, 765. Dear Lyndhurst, you'll pardon my making

thus free, 696.

Dear Sir I've just had time to look, 557.
Dear? yes, tho' mine no more, 288.

Die when you will, you need not wear, 99.
Do not say that life is waning, 233.

Dost thou not hear the silver bell, 234.

Dost thou remember that place so lonely, 223.
Down in the valley come meet me to-night, 205.
Down in yon summer vale, 284.

Dreaming for ever, vainly dreaming, 291.
Drink of this cup- Osiris sips, 317.

Drink of this cup; -you 'll find there 's a spell

in, 204.

Drink to her, who long, 179.

ERE Psyche drank the cup that shed, 306.
Erin, the tear and the smile in thine eyes, 171.
Even here in this region of wonders I find, 510.
Every season hath its pleasures, 238.

FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, 153.
Fairest! put on awhile, 209.

Fallen is thy Throne, oh Israel, 241.

Far as the sight can reach, beneath as clear, 317.
Fare thee well, perfidious maid, 52.
Fare thee well, thou lovely one, 223.
Farewell! but whenever you welcome the

hour, 191.

Farewell, Theresa! yon cloud that over, 232.
Fear not that, while around thee, 237.
Filled with the wonders I had seen, 522.
Fill high the cup with liquid flame, 84.

Fill me, boy, as deep a draught, 49.
Fill the bumper fair, 197.

Fine and feathery artisan, 574.

Fine figures of speech let your orators follow, 661.

Fleetly o'er the moonlight snows, 292.

Flow on, thou shining river, 221.

Fly from the world, Ŏ Bessy! to me, 84.
Fly not thus my brow of snow, 41.
Fly not yet, 't is just the hour, 172.

Fly swift, my light gazelle, 287.

Forget not the field where they perished, 201. For thee alone I brave the boundless deep, 277. Friend of my soul, this goblet sip, 80.

From dread Leucadia's frowning steep, 53.
From life without freedom, say, who would not
fly, 269.

From rise of morn till set of sun, 148.
From this hour the pledge is given, 219.
From tongue to tongue the rumor flew, 686.

-go, bright pair of

GAYLY sounds the castanet, 226.
Gift of the Hero, on his dying day, 312.
Give me the harp of epic song, 13.
Go, Brothers in wisdom
Peers, 666.
God preserve us! there 's nothing now safe from
assault, 636.

--

Go forth to the Mount - bring the olive-branch
home, 251.

Go, let me weep- there 's bliss in tears, 244.
Go, now, and dream o'er that joy in thy slum-
ber, 231.

"Good night! good night!" And is it so, 82.
Good reader! if you e'er have seen, 99.
"Go!" said the angry, weeping maid, 112.
Go seek for some abler defenders of wrong, 623.
Go then, if she, whose shade thou art, 108.
Go, then 't is vain to hover, 228.

Go where Glory waits thee, 170.

Great Sir, having just had the good luck to
catch, 593

Great Sultan, how wise are thy State composi-
tions, 604.

Grow to my lip, thou sacred kiss, 97.

HAIL, reverent Hat! -sublime mid all, 596.
Half Whig, half Tory, like those midway things,
676.

Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing, 224.
Hark! 't is the breeze of twilight calling, 250.
Has sorrow thy young days shaded, 193.
Haste, Maami, the spring is nigh, 310.
Haste thee, nymph, whose well-aimed spear, 49.
Have you not seen the timid tear, 66.

Having sent off the troops of brave Major
Camac, 579.

Hear me but once, while o'er the grave, 227.
He comes from Erin's speechful shore, 763.
Here, at thy tomb, these tears I shed, 57.
Here I am, at head-quarters, Dear Terry, once
more, 698.

Here is one leaf reserved for me, 90.
Here lies Factotum Ned at last, 307.
Here recline you, gentle maid, 25.

Here's a choice set of Tools for you, Ge'mmen

and Ladies, 582.

Here sleeps Anacreon, in this ivied shade, 54.
Here sleeps the Bard who knew so well, 233.
Here's the bower she loved so much, 270.
Here, take my heart-'t will be safe in thy
keeping, 266.

"Here we dwell, in holiest bowers," 187.
Here, while the moonlight dim, 339.

Her last words, at parting, how can I forget, 277.
He, who instructs the youthful crew, 45.
Hither, Flora, Queen of Flowers, 576.
Hither, gentle Muse of mine, 52.

Hope comes again, to this heart long a stran-
ger, 236.

How am I to punish thee, 17.

How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment

all, 587.

How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, 174.

How happy, once, tho' winged with sighs, 274.
How heavenly was the poet's doom, 82.
How I grieve you 're not with us! - pray, come,
if you can, 767.

How I love the festive boy, 36.

How lightly mounts the Muse's wing, 251.
How oft a cloud, with envious veil, 97.
How oft has the Banshee cried, 175.
How sad a case! -just think of it, 641.
How sweet the answer Echo makes, 206.
How various are the inspirations, 695.
"Hurra! hurra!" I heard them say, 610.
"Hush, hush!"-how well, 256.
Hush, sweet Lute, thy songs remind me, 290.
Hymen, late, his love-knots selling, 230.

I BRING thee, love, a golden chain, 107.
I care not for the idle state, 16.

I come from a land in the sunbright deep, 285.
I could resign that eye of blue, 107.

I'd mourn the hopes that leave me, 193.
I do confess, in many a sigh, 80.

I dreamt that, in the Paphian groves, 73.

If, after all, you still will doubt and fear me, 274.

I fear that love disturbs my rest, 53.

If ever life was prosperously cast, 310.
If former times had never left a trace, 142.
If hoarded gold possest the power, 34.

I filled to thee, to thee I drank, 79.
If in loving, singing, night and day, 235.
If I speak to thee in friendship's name, 238.
If I swear by that eye, you'll allow, 65.
If it be true that Music reigns, 519.
If I were yonder wave, my dear, 137.
If life for me hath joy or light, 276.

I found her not the chamber seemed, 95.
If thou 'It be mine, the treasures of air, 200.
If thou wouldst have me sing and play, 281.
If thou wouldst have thy charms enchant our

eyes, 239.

If to see thee be to love thee, 329.

I give thee all-I can no more, 275.

I hate thee, oh, Mob, as my Lady hates delf, 584.
I have a garden of my own, 282.

I have been, like Puck, I have been, in a trice, 659.

I have found out a gift for my Erin, 612.

I heard as I lay, a wailing sound, 607.

I just had turned the classic page, 135.,

I knew by the smoke, that so gracefully curled,

152.

I know that Heaven hath sent me here, 36.
I know thou lovest a brimming measure, 53.
I'll ask the sylph who round thee flies, 79.
I love a maid, a mystic maid, 289.

I more than once have heard at night, 112.
Important event for the rich and religious, 692.
I'm quite of your mind; - tho' these Pats cry
aloud, 683.

I much regret, dear Reverend Sir, 774.
In days, my Kate, when life was new, 127.
"I never gave a kiss" (says Prue), 99.
In myrtle wreaths my votive sword I'll cover, 60.
In slumber, I prithee how is it, 72.
In that delightful Province of the Sun, 373.
In the dirge we sung o'er him no censure was
heard, 699.

In the morning of life, when its cares are un-
known, 198.

In vain all the Knights of the Underwald wooed
her, 264.

n vain we fondly strive to trace, 70.
In wedlock a species of lottery lies, 76.
In witching slumbers of the night, 75.
In yonder valley there dwelt, alone, 211.
I often wish this languid lyre, 27;

I pledge myself thro' thick and thin, 653.
I pray thee, by the gods above, 16.

I pray you, let us roam no more, 134.

Is all then forgotten? those amorous pranks, 585.
I sat me down in my easy chair, 677.

I saw from the beach, when the morning was
shining, 196.

I saw from yonder silent cave, 337.
I saw it all in Fancy's glass, 708.
I saw the moon rise clear, 270.

I saw the peasant's hand unkind, 77.

I saw the smiling bard of pleasure, 13.
I saw thy form in youthful prime, 185.
Is it not sweet, beloved youth, 64.
Is it not sweet to think, hereafter, 251.
Is not thy mind a gentle mind, 68.

Is there no call, no consecrating cause, 64.

Is the song of Rosa mute, 78.

I stole along the flowery bank, 138.

t being an object now to meet, 662.

It came o'er her sleep, like a voice of those days,
260.

it glads us much to be able to say, 689.

I thought this heart enkindled lay, 76.

It is not the tear at this moment shed, 183.

it is o'er, it is o'er, my reign is o'er, 628.

I turned my steps and lo! a shadowy throng, 620.
I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here,
215.

'I 've been, oh, sweet daughter," 278.
I've had a dream that bodes no good, 705.
I've had such a dream-a frightful dream, 645.
I've heard, there was in ancient days, 102.
"I want the Court Guide," said my lady,
look," 577:

I will, I will, the conflict 's past, 18.
I wish I was by that dim lake, 212.

to

JUST in time for the post, dear, and monstrously
busy, 757.

KEEP those eyes still purely mine, 236.

King Crack was the best of all possible Kings,
575.

Knowest thou not him the poet sings, 618.

LADIES and Gentlemen, on Monday night, 297.
Lady! where'er you roam, whatever land, 129.
Lament, lament, Sir Isaac Heard, 596.
Last night, as lonely o'er my fire I sat, 312.
Last night, having naught more holy to do, 769.
Last night I tost and turned in bed, 571.
Last week, dear Nichol, making merry, 560.
Lay his sword by his side, it hath served him
too well, 217.

Lesbia hath a beaming eye, 185.

Let Erin remember the days of old, 176.
Let History boast of her Romans and Spartans,
669.

Let me a moment-ere with fear and hope, 514.
Let me resign this wretched breath, 53.
Let other bards to groves repair, 624.
Let's take this world as some wide scene, 278.
Let thy joys alone be remembered now, 275.
Let us drain the nectared bowl, 35.

Lightly, Alpine rover, 277.

Light sounds the harp when the combat is over,
83.

Like morning, when her early breeze, 248.
Like one who, doomed o'er distant seas, 237.
Like one who trusts to summer skies, 83.
Like some wanton filly sporting, 50.

Like the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare's
holy fane, 178.

Listen to the Muse's lyre, 14.

Long as I waltzed with only thee, 326.

Long years have past, old friend, since we, 291.
"Look here," said Rose, with laughing eyes,

286.

Lord, who shall bear that day, so dread, so
splendid, 247.

Loud complaints being made in these quick-
reading times, 685.

Love had a fever- ne'er could close, 305.
Love is a hunter-boy, 227.

Love thee, dearest? love thee, 275.

Love thee?-so well, so tenderly, 272.

Love, wandering thro' the golden maze, 271.

MARCH! nor heed those arms that hold thee,

349.

Mark those proud boasters of a splendid line, 64.
Mary, I believed thee true, 100.

Merrily every bosom boundeth, 271.
Methinks, the pictured bull we see, 42.

Mind not tho' daylight around us is breaking,

282.

Missing or lost, last Sunday night, 644.
Mix me, child, a cup divine, 53.

Mock me no more with Love's beguiling dream,
69.

Monarch Love, resistless boy, 52.

'Mong our neighbors, the French, in the good
olden time, 619.

Mourn not for Venice-let her rest, 512.
Mr. Orator Puff had two tones in his voice, 296.
Much as her form seduced the sight, 315.
My banks are all furnisht with rags, 591.
"My birth-day"- what a different sound, 300.
My dear Lady Bab, you'll be shockt I'm afraid,
556.

My dear Lady ! I've been just sending out,
561.

My fates had destined me to rove, 69.
My gentle Harp, once more I waken, 198.
My harp has one unchanging theme, 225.
My Lords, I'm accused of a trick that God
knows is, 611.

My Lord, the Instructions, brought to-day, 740.
My love and I, the other day, 78.

My Mopsa is little, my Mopsa is brown, 59.

NAY, do not weep, my Fanny dear, 104.
Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns,

186.

Nay, tempt me not to love again, 134.
Ne'er ask the hour what is it to us, 203.
Ne'er talk of Wisdom's gloomy schools, 233.
Never mind how the pedagogue proses, 74.
"Never shall woman's smile have power," 302.
Next week will be publisht (as "Lives" are the
rage), 616.

Night closed around the conqueror's way, 181.
Nights of music, nights of loving, 268.
Night waneth fast, the morning star, 280.