INDEX OF FIRST LINES
| PAGE | |
| Accept, O sacred shade, this artless verse | 76 |
| And now, perch'd proudly on the topmost spray | 52 |
| Approach in silence. 'Tis no vulgar tale | 61 |
| As those we love decay, we die in part | 83 |
| Call for the Robin-red-breast, and the Wren | 42 |
| Can I, who have for others oft compiled | 79 |
| Come, Peace of Mind, delightful guest | 43 |
| Deep lines of honor all can hit. | 16 |
| Fair Tree! for thy delightful shade. | 20 |
| Fallen, fallen, a silent heap | 69 |
| For though banished from my flocks. | 33 |
| Give me, O indulgent Fate! | 3 |
| Go, lovely Rose! | 72 |
| Hail, mildly-pleasing Solitude | 45 |
| Happy the man, whose wish and care | 50 |
| Her true beauty leaves behind | 41 |
| He sung of God, the mighty source | 92 |
| He that to such a height hath build his mind | 84 |
| How gaily is our life begun | 18 |
| I must praise her as I may | 41 |
| In such a night when every louder wind | 9 |
| In the Muse's paths I stray | 2 |
| I were unkind unless that I did shed | 81 |
| Lady, I rifled a Parnassian Cave. | 1 |
| Live while you live, the Epicure will say. | 80 |
| Meanwhile, ye living Parents, ease your grief | 22 |
| Me though in life's sequestered vale. | 56 |
| Now come, ye Naiads, to the fountains lead | 54 |
| Oh! might I live to see an art arise. | 27 |
| O King of Terrors! whose unbounded sway | 32 |
| Peace! where art thou to be found?. | 12 |
| See how the orient Dew | 66 |
