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TO MISS PEEL: ON THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF HER INTENDED MARRIAGE WITH LORD VILLIERS.
You have a great name of your own,
By nature and reason endeared :
Admired, beloved, and revered !
But since, under Hymen’s control,
That name you are destined to lose,
A brighter than Villiers to choose.
Alone, would your choice have been placed :
We have proof of his sense and his taste !
How dearly your merits I prize!
That I view you with Villiers' eyes.
May Heaven behold with its grace
A union that blends and secures
The Right Hon. John Wilson Croker.
INDEX OF WRITERS,
WITH DATES OF THEIR BIRTH AND DEATH.
ALDRICH, Dean (1647—1710),
Reasons for drinking-CCL.
To the Author of Hesperides-CCCCLXX.
The friend of humanity-CXCV
Song of Rogero-CCCLXXIV.
I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair-XVI.
The lay of the Levite-CCCLXXX.
BAILLIE, Joanna (1762—1851)
To a kitten-CCCXXXII.
BARBAULD, Anna Letitia (1743--1825)
Life! I know not what thou art-CCLXXXIII.
Lines left at Theodore Hook's House-CCCXXIII
On mending his faults-CLI.
I'd be butterfly-CCCLXV
BEAZLEY, Samuel (1786-1851)
When I'm dead, on my tomb-stone I hope they will
The lover's choice--CXXXII
To his wife, with a knife--CXVI
To his wife, with a ring—CXVII.
Dolce far niente-CCCXLV.
Why he thinks she loves him—CCLXXV.
On Nash's picture at Bath-CXL.
Phillida and Corydon-IX.
Why I love her--LVI
To a coy lady-LVIII.
Dixit, et in Mensam-CCXVIII.
What wight he loved-XXIV.
A man's requirements-CCCL
BROWNING, Robert (1812–1890)
Youth and Art-CCCCLXXIII
BUCKINGHAM, John, Duke of (1649-1720)
Come, let us now resolve at last-cccxcvIII.
He that will win his dame--CLxxy.
Byron, George, Lord (1788–1824)
To Thomas Moore-CCLVIII
CALVERLEY, C. S. (1831–1884)
Margaret and Dora-CCCIII
Young love's a gallant boy--CCCXIII.
Epistle from Lord Boringdon to Lord Granville-CLXXXIX
The pilot that weathered the storm-CXCIX.
He that loves a rosy cheek--XXI
Ungrateful beauty threatened-LIX.
Epitaph on Lady Mary Villiers-CCCXCIII.
Lesbia on her sparrow--CCCXXVI.
An epitaph --CCCCLXIX.
The picture of Nash at Bath-CXLI
On Lord Islay's garden-CXLIII.
Spectator ab extra-CCLXIII
Out of sight, out of mind-CCCLXXXIX.
To a proud kinswoman--cccCXXXIII