INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A BEAM of tranquillity smiled in the west, 126. A broken cake, with honey sweet, 51. A Donkey whose talent for burdens was won- After some observations from Dr. M'Grig, 678. Ah! where are they, who heard, in former hours, Alas! my dear friend, what a state of affairs, 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. A Lottery, a Lottery, 295. A Millennium at hand! - I'm delighted to hear Among other stray flashmen disposed of, this Among the Spirits, of pure flame, 501. And do I then wonder that Julia deceives me, 75. Ask not if still I love, 288. Ask what prevailing, pleasing power, 64. As Love one summer eve was straying, 347- As o'er her loom the Lesbian Maid, 334- As Whig Reform has had its range, 643. At last, Dolly, - thanks to a potent emetic, 749- 571. At length, my Lord, I have the bliss, 721. At length thy golden hours have winged their At morn, beside yon summer sea, 224. At the mid hour of night, when stars are weep- Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin, Awake, arise, thy light is come, 248. Ay- - down to the dust with them, slaves as they 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, the young, the rosy Spring, 39. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, 178. Be still my heart: I hear them come, 280. Bring me the slumbering souls of flowers, 771. CALL the Loves around, 329. Calm as beneath its mother's eyes, 346. 600. Cease the sighing fool to play, 98. Chloris, I swear, by all I ever swore, 79. Choose some title that 's dormant - the Peerage Cloris it were Persia's king, 71. time of life," 306. Come, fill round a bumper, fill up to the brim, Come fly to these arms nor let beauties so Come, give us more Livings and Rectors, 640. Come, maids and youths, for here we sell, 281. Come not, oh Lord, in the dread robe of splen- Come o'er the sea, 193. Come, play me that simple air again, 316. Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken Come, riddle-me-ree, come, riddle-me-ree, 615. Come, step in, gentlefolks, here ye may view, Come take my advice, never trouble your cra- kist, 98. -- 't is vain to muse, 114. Come, tell me where the maid is found, 79. Come, Yarmouth, my boy, never trouble your Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish, Comrades and friends! with whom, where'er, 301. Concealed within the shady wood, 91. Couldst thou look as dear as when, 272. Cupid, whose lamp has lent the ray, 53. DARK Comrade of my path! while earth and sky, Dear aunt, in the olden time of love, 294. Dear Coz, as I know neither you nor Miss Dra- per, 597. Dear Dick-just arrived at my own humble Dear Dick, while old Donaldson 's mending Dear Doll, while the tails of our horses are plait- Dear Goddess of Corn whom the ancients, we Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found Dear John, as I know, like our brother of Lon- Dear Judy, I sind you this bit of a letther, 765. thus free, 696. Dear Sir I've just had time to look, 557. Dost thou not hear the silver bell, 234. Dreaming for ever, vainly dreaming, 291. Drink of this cup; -you 'll find there's a spell Drink to her, who long, 179. ERE Psyche drank the cup that shed, 306. FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, 153. Fallen is thy Throne, oh Israel, 241. Far as the sight can reach, beneath as clear, 317. Farewell, Theresa! yon cloud that over, 232. 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, O Bessy! to me, 84. Fly swift, my light gazelle, 287. Forget not the field where they perished, 201. From dread Leucadia's frowning steep, 53. From rise of morn till set of sun, 148. GAYLY sounds the castanet, 226. Gift of the Hero, on his dying day, 312. Go, Brothers in wisdom-go, bright pair of God preserve us! there's nothing now safe from Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch Go, let me weep-there 's bliss in tears, 244. "Good night! good night!" And is it so, 82. Great Sir, having just had the good luck to Great Sultan, how wise are thy State composi- Grow to my lip, thou sacred kiss, 97. HAIL, reverent Hat!-sublime mid all, 596. Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing, 224. Having sent off the troops of brave Major Hear me but once, while o'er the grave, 227. Here is one leaf reserved for me, 90. Here's a choice set of Tools for you, Ge'mmen and Ladies, 582. Here sleeps Anacreon, in this ivied shade, 54. "Here we dwell, in holiest bowers," 187. Her last words, at parting, how can I forget, 277. Hope comes again, to this heart long a stran- 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 I love the festive boy, 36. How lightly mounts the Muse's wing, 251. Hush, sweet Lute, thy songs remind me, 290 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'd mourn the hopes that leave me, 193. I do confess, in many a sigh, 8o. 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, 3ro. If hoarded gold possest the power, 34. I filled to thee, to thee I drank, 79. I found her not the chamber seemed, 95. 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 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 more than once have heard at night, 112. - I much regret, dear Reverend Sir, 774. In myrtle wreaths my votive sword I'll cover, 60. In that delightful Province of the Sun, 173. In the morning of life, when its cares are un- In vain all the Knights of the Underwald wooed n vain we fondly strive to trace, 70. 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 I saw from yonder silent cave, 337. I saw the peasant's hand unkind, 77. I saw the smiling bard of pleasure, 13. 's it not sweet to think, hereafter, 251. 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. t 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 been, oh, sweet daughter," 278. I will, I will, the conflict 's past, 18. JUST in time for the post, dear, and monstrously 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. Lesbia hath a beaming eve, 185. Let Erin remember the days of old, 176. Let me a moment-ere with fear and hope, 514. Lightly, Alpine rover, 277. Light sounds the harp when the combat is over, Like morning, when her early breeze, 248. Like some wanton filly sporting, 50. Like the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare's Listen to the Muse's lyre, 14. Long as I waltzed with only thee, 326. Long years have past, old friend, since we, 291. 286. Monarch Love, resistless boy, 52. 'Mong our neighbors, the French, in the good Mourn not for Venice-let her rest, 512. 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 Lord, the Instructions, brought to-day, 740. My Mopsa is little, my Mopsa is brown, 59. NAY, do not weep, my Fanny dear, 104. 186. Nay, tempt me not to love again, 134. Night closed around the conqueror's way, 181. No-Lady! Lady! keep the ring, 85. No, not for yourselves, ye reverend men, 659. Not long in bed had Lyndhurst lain, 677. Not many months have now been dreamed away, O ABYSSINIAN tree, 318. Observe when mother earth is dry, 26. Of all my happiest hours of joy, 100. Of all speculations the market holds forth, 304. Of all the fair months, that round the sun, 205. Of all the odd plans of this monstrously queer Of old, the Sultan Genius reigned, 311. Oft have I seen, in gay, equestrian pride, 618. Oft, when the watching stars grow pale, 232. 191. "Oh! haste and leave this sacred isle," 202. "Oh! love the Lamp" (my Mistress said), 80. Oh, no not even when first we loved, 225. Oh, teach me to love Thee, to feel what thou art, 247. Oh the days are gone when Beauty bright, 183. Oh! weep for the hour, 176. Oh Wellington and Stephenson, 671. Oh woman, if through sinful wile, 99. Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know by On beds of snow the moonbeam slept, 78. "Once more," see," 654. One bumper at parting! -tho' many, 189. One day the Chinese Bird of Royalty, Fum, 699. One morn a Peri at the gate, 419. One night the nymph called country dance, 308. On to the field, our doom is sealed, 257. O say, thou best and brightest, 236. Our earth, as it rolls through the regions of space, Our first young love resembles, 269. Our hearts, my love, were formed to be, 78. Our white sail caught the evening ray, 272. PAIN and sorrow shall vanish before us, 271. Per Post, Sir, we send your M.S.-lookt it Phillis, you little rosy rake, 99. Pity me, love! I'll pity thee, 97. Poor broken flower! what art can now recover Poor wounded heart, farewell, 267. Puir, profligate Londoners, having heard tell, Pure as the mantle, which, o'er him who stood, Put off the vestal veil, nor, oh, go. QUICK! We have but a second, 209. "RAISE the buckler-poise the lance," 336. Rememberest thou the hour we past, 563. Remember thee? yes, while there 's life in this Remember the glories of Brien the brave, 170. |