| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Through gloomy grove along the lawn |
Fr.Mtr. 10-12 |
8 |
| Once the gods of the Greeks, at ambrosial feast |
1-4 |
16 |
| In hist'ries of heathens, by which tutors train us |
4-6 |
11 |
| As the farmer went over his corn ripen'd land |
6-8 |
5 |
| Keep your distance, quoth King, who in lead coffin lay |
8-10 |
10 |
| Wishing well to good folks both on this and that |
10-12 |
11 |
| Cupid sent down on a message one ev'ning by Venus |
12-13 |
8 |
| No more let defections of wedlock be blam'd |
14-15 |
10 |
| Now we're free from college rules |
16-18 |
7 |
| To a stage-coach we aptly may line this nation |
18-20 |
10 |
| Now safe moor'd. with bowl before us |
20-24 |
11 |
| What the heart feels oppose to the phrases of schools |
24-26 |
12 |
| Behold on the brow the leaves play in the breeze |
26-27 |
8 |
| Prude Pallas observ'd to the demirep Queen |
28-29 |
6 |
| By a whirlwind methought I through Aether was hurl'd |
30-32 |
12 |
| Let us laugh at the common distinctions of state |
32-33 |
8 |
| One day at home in a maudlinish mood |
33-35 |
6 |
| When diety's word |
35-37 |
7 |
| I'll sing you a song, and I'll sing all about it |
37-39 |
5 |
| Ye makers of nabobs who millions amass |
39-40 |
6 |
| Cards were sent, the Muses came, The |
40-42 |
6 |
| Let those who love Helicon sip at it's streams [sic] |
42-43 |
8 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be |
44-45 |
11 |
| By the side of a green stagnate pool |
46-47 |
5 |
| Not one of the wise men, though ever so knowing |
47-49 |
8 |
| One evening Good Humour took Wit as his guest |
49-50 |
8 |
| From face of the sun, see the mists disappear |
50-51 |
7 |
| Wit, love, and reputation, walk'd |
52-53 |
5 |
| Papilio the rich, in the hurry of love |
53-55 |
9 |
| If I was a wit, like a wit I'd presume |
55-57 |
12 |
| Dictates of nature prove school knowledge week, The |
57-58 |
8 |
| Tho' with puffs daily papers are cramm'd, sir |
59-60 |
5 |
| Last night I attended at Robinhood's group |
61-62 |
11 |
| Come liberty, damme boys, but we'll be free |
63-64 |
11 |
| Ruby-finger'd Aurora, fair lady of light |
65-66 |
8 |
| When prudence declaims how time passes |
66-67 |
3 |
| Ye delicate lovelies, with leave, I maintain |
67-69 |
10 |
| While gentlefolks strut in their silver sattins |
69-71 |
6 |
| Let court lovers pay attention to crowns |
71-73 |
10 |
| Ye lads of true spirit pay courtship to claret |
73-75 |
5 |
| Good people all, both great and small |
75-77 |
6 |
| Since life's but a jest, let us follow this rule |
77-78 |
10 |
| Town's a raree-shew, some say |
79-80 |
6 |
| To excel in bon ton both as genius and critic |
81-82 |
7 |
| Come care-curing mirth |
82-84 |
10 |
| As one bright summer's sultry day |
85-86 |
6 |
| Aurora, lady grey |
87-89 |
12 |
| Why shou'd you lov'd sensible, shou'd be pale |
89-90 |
6 |
| Suppose twelve has struck, wherefore pray all this fuss? |
90-92 |
7 |
| Great A was alarm'd at B's bad behav'our |
92-93 |
|
| One night having nothing to do, nor to drink |
94-96 |
11 |
| Do you see, as a sailor, I'll heave off |
96-98 |
6 |
| That the world is a stage, and the stage is a school |
98-100 |
7 |
| Eve tempted to err, ill betide the sad time |
100-102 |
10 |
| Cleopatra the gay, as old stories declare |
102-104 |
6 |
| Bleak winter is drove, by the warm winds to the north |
105-106 |
9 |
| Wou'd you know the way that Eve |
106-108 |
6 |
| On a brook's grassy brink, in the willow's cool shade |
108-110 |
10 |
| All things have their time by the Hebrew King's rule |
110-111 |
5 |
| Turn'd off forty!--what then? Why 'twixt that and threescore |
112-113 |
11 |
| Now Old England's flag is Commander in Chief |
114-115 |
11 |
| One promrose time a maiden brown |
116-117 |
5 |
| Coxcomb once said, A |
117-119 |
8 |
| One day at her toilet as Venus began |
119-120 |
4 |
| Let him fond of fibbing invoke which he'll chuse |
120-122 |
8 |
| Blue clouds from the skies are fled, The |
122-124 |
9 |
| Dinner o'er, and grace said, we'll for business prepare |
124-126 |
13 |
| As a choice-spirit bred so I'll choicely behave |
126-129 |
15 |
| Old Homer! but with him what have we to do? |
129-131 |
10 |
| One eve from whist table Amelia withdrew |
131-132 |
5 |
| That living's a joke, Johnny Gay has express'd |
133-134 |
7 |
| Younglings fond of female chaces |
134-136 |
10 |
| Had I old Homer here I wou'd make that wretch see |
136-138 |
7 |
| Ye learn'd of the age |
139-140 |
7 |
| Mark Anthony gave up the world for a girl |
140-142 |
10 |
| It was as one morning on Ida Jove shone |
142-145 |
8 |
| Let others sing of flames and darts |
145-146 |
6 |
| Ye hardy sons of honour's land |
147-148 |
6 |
| As home I return'd, it was late in the day |
149-150 |
5 |
| Astrologers lately a bustle have made |
150-151 |
4 |
| One day, by appointment, Maria I met |
151-153 |
6 |
| See this bumper, bucks be gay |
153-155 |
6 |
| Friends, Britons, and countrymen, heed what you say |
155-157 |
9 |
| Circe was a precious piece |
157158 |
5 |
| I wonder, quoth dame, as her spouse she embraces |
159-160 |
8 |
| Tho' news-papers puff ev'ry nostrum to town |
160-162 |
6 |
| Of Griskins I sing |
162-164 |
6 |
| Draw the cork, the cloth's drawn, a toast to the King |
164-165 |
5 |
| Come, bustle, bustle, drink about |
165-166 |
7 |
| Ingratitude's crime worse than witchcraft is nam'd |
167-168 |
10 |
| Come, neighbours, neighbours, drink about |
169-170 |
6 |
| Our reck'ning we've paid, here's to all ben repos |
171-172 |
7 |
| Old Homer nodded long ago |
172-174 |
8 |
| As an Englishman ought, I wish well to my King |
175-176 |
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| Man's all contradiction, a medley machine |
176-178 |
12 |
| Ariadne one morning |
179-180 |
4 |
| When the early cock crows at the day's dappl'd dawn |
181-182 |
4 |
| I'll strive to sing something, yet wou'd not do wrong |
183-184 |
8 |
| Push the bottle about, name the toast, and away |
184-186 |
5 |
| Once Jupiter's lady, call'd Juno the Scold |
186-187 |
8 |
| Tho' Austria and Prussia, France, Flanders, and Russia |
188-189 |
4 |
| Sages of old, and the learn'd of this day, The |
189-191 |
|
| Sleep, thou leaden, lazy God |
191-193 |
6 |
| Tho' far from field sports, we will field sports apply |
193-194 |
9 |
| It is he who's unaw'd by the sound of a name |
195-196 |
5 |
| While people call'd poets, in blank verse or rhime |
196 |
6 |
| White winter has left us, with all its chill train |
198-199 |
9 |
| On Ida one day, at Olympic feast |
200-201 |
6 |
| Ye bibbers who sip limpid Helicon's Rill |
202-203 |
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| When running life's race |
204-205 |
8 |
| World, and its works, which we grieve to forsake, The |
206-207 |
5 |
| Let those who have nothing to do but to hear |
207-208 |
5 |
| Look round, my love! how chang'd the scene |
209-210 |
6 |
| Wonder! a wonder! a wonder I'll shew, A |
210-211 |
10 |
| Let those attend who seek the choice |
212-213 |
5 |
| One ev'ning alone in the grove |
214 |
3 |
| How weak is the wisdom of man? |
215-216 |
6 |
| See the pall-supporting bearers |
217-218 |
5 |
| Tho' a cobler is call'd but a low occupation |
218-220 |
10 |
| Ye gossips who blab out the secrets of State |
220-221 |
5 |
| Fond father's bliss is to number his race, A |
221-222 |
2 |
| Push about the brisk bowl, 'twill enliven the heart |
222-223 |
|
| Says I to my tutor, sir, what shall I do |
224-225 |
11 |
| Since at last I am free |
226-227 |
8 |
| Bare-foot and head-bare, his blanket tight scor'd |
228-229 |
|
| Extinguish the candles, give Phoebus fair play |
230-231 |
10 |
| Poachers for fortune who damsels ensnare, The |
232-233 |
10 |
| There is one thing, my friends, I must offer to you |
234-235 |
10 |
| One day meeting Momus, it was upon 'Change |
236-237 |
5 |
| Story, or song, you have left to my choice, A |
237-239 |
11 |
| Our chorus to Bacchus, to Bacchus we'll raise |
239-240 |
7 |
| In a neighbourly way, with an honest man's fame |
241-242 |
9 |
| Since the world is so old, and the times are so new |
243-244 |
7 |
| Ye lexicon critics, whose classical pride |
244-245 |
6 |
| Wits were wont, in ancient times, The |
246-247 |
5 |