New Bibliography of Additional War Poems

New Bibliography of Additional War Poems

The following is a supplemental list of 1030 war poems located by Betty T. Bennett but not included in the original edition.


Morning Post. Explore yon Cavern, frowning on the fight. "The Bastille." Mr. Pratt.

Morning Post. How I have strove your kind applause to gain. "Occasional Address." Thomas Bellamy.

Universal Magazine, p. 1. Oh, once, alas! my limbs no place of rest. "Elegy, written on the Ruins of the Bastile." T.G.S.

Morning Post. PRIESTCRAFT avaunt! avaunt rebellion too. "Epilogue." Mr. Meyler.

Morning Post. Quo ruitis scelesti, Horace cried;. "A Political Ode." Peter Pindar.

Morning Post. Refulgent from his zenith'd height. "Ode on the Restoration of his Majesty." Mrs. Siddons.

Morning Post. Say Goddess of unblushing face. "To Impudence. An Ode." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. THIS night we celebrate a Hero's fame. "Prologue to the Island of St. Marguerite." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 1; Gentleman's Magazine; The European Magazine; Morning Chronicle; Universal Magazine; Exshaws, Gentleman's and London (Dublin); Morning Post. Thou, that where Freedom's sacred fountains play. "Sonnet to France on her present exertions." Anna Seward.

Morning Post. What's a valiant hero? "Battle of Hexham; or, Days of Old." Dr. Arnold(?).

Morning Post. While famine scowls o'er Gallia's fertile fields. Untitled. M.S.

The Scots Magazine, p. 2. Ye horrid tow'rs, th'abode of broken hearts!. "The Bastile." From Task, by W. Cowper.


Gentleman's Magazine, p. 2. Fiend of Destruction, savage War!. "Ode to War." James Moore.

The Poetry of the World, pp. 1, 2; Annual Review. Genius of France! thy misty shore. "Ode, On the Distant View of France from Dover Cliff in the year 1789." The Poor Minstrel.

Lady's Magazine, pp. 1, 2. Immortal STERNE! the matchless YORICK styl'd. "Yorick in the Shades; or, the French Revolution." Henry Lee.

The Poetry of the World, p. 3. In rich refulgence rob'd, the year. "Ode for the New Year." T. Wharton.

The Poetry of the World, p. 5. Lo! that dread PILE! which late triumphant flood. "The Bastile." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 3; The European Magazine, pp. 1, 2; Exshaws, Gentleman's and London (Dublin), p. 1. O Thou! the high exalted shade. "Ode to Liberty; Occasioned by the late Revolution in France." Faberio.

The Scots Magazine, p. 4; Gentleman's Magazine, p. 4. 'Twas at the tavern-feast for Gallia freed. "The Revolution Club; A Parody of Alexander's Feast." UNKNOWN.

Universal Magazine, p. 3. Veil'd by yon silver-skirted cloud, the moon,. "An Evening Walk." UNKNOWN.

Universal Magazine, p. 2. Was it but now among these Alps I. "Inscription, Written at La Grande Chartreuse." R. Merry.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 1. Whilst Britons bend in anguish o'er thy bier,. "On Seeing a Popular Admiral's Remains Lying in State." Ma. Elderton.


Exshaws, Gentleman's and London (Dublin), p. 2. As snug in my feat. "The Flight of the French King." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 10. Blest be the day in future years. "Eulogy; On the Demolition of the Bastille." James More (Moore).

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 11. By friend Howard instructed in virtue. "Epigram." UNKNOWN.

French Analytical Review. Champion of kings! to thy superior claim. "An Heroic Epistle to the Right Hon. Edmund Burke." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 8; The Scots Magazine, pp. 5,6,7. Come, good fellows all—Confusion's the toast. "Odes to Mr. Paine, Author of 'The Rights of Man,' on the intended Celebration of the Downfall of the French Empire, by a set of British Democrates, on the 14th of July." Peter Pindar.

Morning Post. FATHER of universal love. "The Patriot's Petition." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Great joy to our Minister, long may he live. "Under the Rose." Paddy.

Morning Post, p. 1F; Gentleman's Magazine, p. 6. Hail, chief of blessings here below!. "Ode to Liberty." J. Moore.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 9. Hold, impious ANARCHY, that lifted Hand! "Sonnet; On the Report of the intended legal MURDER of the French King, and of the Emperor's threatened RETRIBUTION." Joseph Weston.

Morning Post. In Britain blew the trump sublime. "Ode for the Birth-Day of his Royal Highness the Prince of Wales." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Is this the scene? "The Triumph of Freedom, an Ode." John Oswald.

Morning Post. Loud the whirlwind rag'd around. "Ode for his Majesty's Birth-Day." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post, p. 1A. Louis the Little, of large France the King. "An Heroic Tale." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post, p. 1D. O'er the vine-cover'd hills and gay regions of France. "Song/Liverpool." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 11. Religion, King, and Honours (Merit's Pay),. "The Present State of France." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. See upon the wings of peace. Untitled. UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Still as the source of heat and light. "Ode on the Anniversary of the Revolution." Charles Rozzell.

Morning Post. Thanks to thine own perfidious wiles. "La Liberta; or, Liberty." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. The modern French deem Monarchs much like fire. "Ode." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. War has still its melody: —. "Surrender of Calais." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 5; Morning Post. When from the bosom of the mine. "Ode for the New Year, 1791." Henry James Pye.

Exshaws, Gentleman's and London (Dublin), p. 3; Gentleman's Magazine, p. 12. While o'er the bleeding Corpse of France. "Church and King, A Song." John Morfitt.

Morning Post. While Revolutions fast as Comets roll. "Prologue." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 7. Whilst you, with merited distinction grac'd. "To Mr. Burke." Scribleros.


Gentleman's Magazine, p. 13. And art thou fall'n? Of long, long-hop'd relief. "On the King's Acceptance of the new Constitution." Joseph Weston.

Joel Barlow. Eternal Truth, thy trump undaunted lend. "The Conspiracy of Kings." Joel Barlow.

Exshaws, Gentleman's and London (Dublin), p. 4. Gallia burst her vile shackles on this glorious day. "Song In Commemoration of the French Revolution." Mr. Scott.

G. Dyer; Poems; published after 1792: Cambridge Intelligencer; The Tribune Thelwall; Lady's Magazine. Hail! more refulgent than the morning star. "Ode VII; On Liberty." G. Dyer.

Universal Magazine, pp. 6,7. How placid is the morning air! how soft!. "The British Muse." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine. Like huge BRIAREUS Gallia stands. "Epigram." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 5. MEEK Exile! when thy tender tones I hear,. "On Madame de Sisley, the Aristocratic Siren." A.B.

Universal Magazine, pp. 4, 5. Not for the promise of the labour'd. "Ode to the Poppy." Mrs. Smith.

Universal Magazine, pp. 7,8. Once, and domestic annals tell the time,. "A Tale." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 8. The mansion late of Kings, but say what now. "Lines; On Viewing the Ruins of a PALACE converted into a GAOL." W.J. Oddy.

French Analytical Review. "The Monkeys in Red Caps, An Old Story; newly inscribed to the Club of Jacob—." Timothy Thrum.

The Scots Magazine. The Muse, for once, shall all her powers in Prophecy. "An Ode for the New Year, 1792." Pindaricus.

The Scots Magazine, p. 9; The European Magazine, 6,7. While loyal honour warm'd a Frenchman's breast. "Epigram on the pusillanimous conduct of the French National Troops against the Austrians at Tournay." James Boswell.

Exshaws, Gentleman's and London, p. 4. While Tyranny marshals his minions around,. "A Song, Composed for the Anniversary of the French Revolution, July the 14th, 1792." UNKNOWN.


The European Magazine, p. 19. Adieu, fond maid! my lovely child farewell. "An Officer's Address to his Daughter, On Receiving orders to join his Regiment Abroad." Clio.

Morning Post. A Gunner am I, my boys. "A New Song." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 12. AH! pensive traveller, if thy tear. "Stanzas." Mrs. Robinson.

Morning Post. As great HOMER once of old, proud sung the wars of Ilion. "The Wonderful Wars of Brighton." Tony Lumpkin.

French Analytical Review, p. 28. As trusty members, first, we mention. "A Political Dialogue, between two illustrious friends. A Poem." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. BEHOLD! Britannia fortified. "The HEDGEHOG and the FOX, a Political Fable." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 10. Be hush, my soul! for heaven prepare;. "The Captive." Said to be written by Mary Antoinette.

Morning Post. Blow your trumpet — blow, etc. "Songs." UNKNOWN.

French Analytical Review, p. 19. But, O my britons, when the field is won. "Modern France: a Poem." George Richards.

Morning Post. Come on jolly lads, to the drum-head repair. "A New Song." Mr. Dibdin.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 24. Does faithful Clery waken me with tears? "Elegy." Mrs. West.

Morning Post. --- friends to Freedom come with me. "Songs." UNKNOWN.

Cambridge Intelligencer, p. 5; Morning Post. Genius of Britain! was it thou. "On Reading the Account of the Battle of St. Amand." Colonus.

Morning Post. GREAT God all People save. "Song." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 14. HARK! the trumpet sounds afar. "Song." Thomas Adney.

Morning Post. His words were haughty, lofty was his mein. "The Lion of Old England." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. If Frenchmen—Frenchmen chance to kill. "Definition of the Word Massacre." Clio.

The Star, p. 5. In the Character of a Poor Harmless French Cobler. "A Favourite Song, Founded on Facts." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Long in the British Army. "The Chelsea Pensioner." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 20. Long may your State, the wonder of the wise. "Address to the English Nation." Pere Seraphim, Capucin.

Morning Post. MARAT is dead! at length France breaths again;. "Epigramme." La Cordet.

French Analytical Review, p. 25. O happy isle! how bless'd Britannia thou!. "The Genius of France." UNKNOWN.

French Analytical Review, p. 22. Old ENGLAND is ill at her ease. "Topsy Turvy." By the editor of Salmagundi.

French Analytical Review, p. 20. Reader! you've seen perchance (for ev'ry fight. "The Goitre." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 12.  Rear'd midst the war-empurpled plain,. "Death Song of Ouabi." Mrs. Morton.

Morning Post. Retir'd unseen to indulge the sigh. "The Ode for the New Year 1794." UNKNOWN.

Cambridge Intelligencer, p. 6. Rise mighty nation! in thy strength. "To a Great Nation." By a lady.

Morning Post. Say, has not Man in this encumbent state. "Sonnet Addressed to the Authors of the Present War." Tony Lumpkin.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 18. Scots Magazine, p. 10. See, Austria's daughter, Gallia's Queen. Untitled. UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Snow warms them. "The Character of the Frenchmen of the Present Day." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. That Yankies skill'd in martial rule. "Battle of Lexington." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 20. The French their usual folly keep. "On the Appellation of Sleeping Places Give to the Burying Grounds by the French Republic." Libitina.

Morning Post. Though Pallas, clad in shining arms. "The Royal Soldier." Mr. Upton.

Morning Post. 'Tis the voice of John Bull. "Song." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 16. TREASON, your talk is o'er! -- in mourn. "Lines to the Memory of Louis the Sixteenth, Late King of France." UNKNOWN.

French Analytical Review. Tronchet, De Seze, and Malesherbes. "An Elegy, supposed to be written in the Place de la Revolution, after the Murder of Louis XVI." J. Clay.

The Star, pp. 1, 2; Analytical Review, p. 19. What fearful Spirit, far across the main,. "Modern France." G Richards.

French Analytical Review, p. 21. What? Shall a tyrant trample on the laws. "An Epistolary Poem." Lord William Russell(?).

Morning Post. WHAT Spirit stretching wide his ruthless hand. "Ode to Peace." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 19; Morning Post. When blind Ambition drives his car. "Ode for his Majesty's Birth-day." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post. When Frederick, son of England's King,. "A New Song." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 14. When on my bosom Evening's ruby light. "Marie Antoinette's Lamentation, in her prison of the temple." Mrs. Robinson.

Morning Post. While Europe resounds with the clangor of arms. "Songs." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. While round these towers the British colours wave. "The Surrender of Toulon." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. With you to chase the shades of Night. Untitled.
Librarius (?).

The European Magazine, p. 21. Ye monsters of Death, that now howl for. "Verses on the Last Sufferings of Maria Antoinette, Queen of France." UNKNOWN.


Morning Post. A king shall willingly himself unking. "Curious Predictions, or Prophecies, Applicable to the French Revolution." UNKNOWN.

French Analytical Review, p. 14. All order is lost, no distinctions remain. "The Present State of the Manners, Arts, and Politics, of France and Italy." J. Courtney.

Morning Post. Behold a Deserter, from starving new run. "The Ensuing Campaign." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 28. Behold where Britain's Fair triumphant meet. "Upon the Victory of June 1, 1794." Lord Mountmorres.

French Analytical Review. "Britannia; a poem in three Cantos, on the late Brilliant Naval Successes." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. First of all, my good fellow, let's look at the Head. "A Description of the Ad---Y B---D." By a TAR.

Morning Post. Give me the man whose dauntless foul. "Song." A Citizen Visitor.

Morning Post. HARK, hark, how the clamours of war. "Stanzas." Composed by a Lady of New-York.

Morning Post. Here lies retired from buty scenes. "Epitaph on a Marine Officer, buried in the course of the present War near Portsmouth." UNKNOWN.

French Analytical Review. Howe Triumphant! or, the Glorious First of June." Romaine Joseph Thorn.

French Analytical Review, p. 13. I have not a doubt but the storm will blow over. "The Annual Political Songster." J. Freeth.

Cambridge Intelligencer. If we fight and tax on—for a year or two more. "A Sure Way to Prevent The Threatened Invasion by the French." UNKNOWN.

French Analytical Review, p. 16. Illustrious chief! for thee did heav'n reserve. "The Hero." UNKNOWN.

Universal Magazine, p. 10. Immortal Power! to whom by Heaven. "On the Threats of a French Invasion: from Tasker's Ode to the Warlike Genius of Britain." Tasker (?).

Morning Post. KIDNAPPING of late hath been somewhat in vogue. "Serious Reflections in Rhime on some Late extraordinary Events." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Let starving Demagogues complain. "No Reform!" W.D.G.

The European Magazine, p. 22. Martial God of War appear! "War." Thomas Adney.

French Analytical Review. "Monody to the Memory of the late Queen of France." Mary Robinson.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 24A. Nurtur'd in storms, the infant. "Ode for the New Year." H. James Pye.

Universal Magazine, p. 11. Oh Peace! thou nymph of modest mien! "Ode to Peace." Mrs. Robinson.

The European Magazine, p. 25. Oh God of battles, cease thy rage! "The Captive's Return." Joseph Moser.

French Analytical Review. "The Captive Monarch. A Tragedy." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Undaunted Champion in thy Country's cause! "To the Truly Honourable Charles James Fox." Pacificus.

Exshaws, Gentleman's and London (Dublin), p. 5. Unfold, father Time, Thy long records unfold. "An Ode on the Restoration of Freedom to France." UNKNOWN.

French Analytical Review. "War. A Poem." Johnson.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 29. What breaks this solemn calm! what om'nous notes. "An Elegy on the late Queen of France." Eyles Irwin.

The Star, pp. 1, 2. What fearful Spirit, far across the main. "Modern France." G. Richards.

Morning Post. While in the misty-mantled spheres. "Ode for the New Year." Mrs. Robinson.


The Tomahawk!, p. 2. A stands for ALBERMARLE, a Patriot just fledg'd. "Opposition Alphabet." Lobby Hudson.

The Scots Magazine, p. 17. Does haughty Gaul invasion threat. "The Dumfries Volunteers." R. Burns.

French Analytical Review, p. 18. First to my song, majestic freedom, rise! "Odes on Peace and War." Various authors.

Morning Post. Frenchmen. Brothers! united now and free! "Free Translation of Reveil du Peuple." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Hail, Wilberforce! thy pious task pursue! "For the Morning Post." G.M. -T.C.C.

The Tomahawk!, p. 15. How pleas'd the prospect, in the less'ning year. "On the Prospect of a Peace. S.W.

The Tomahawk!, p. 1. It must be so! John Moore, thou reason'st well. "Little Cato's Soliloquy." C.

The Tomahawk!, p. 6. KING of the golden bow, by thy hot beam. "Sonnet, by Charlotte Smith." Parodied by Mister Thelwall.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 35. Let other streams employ poetic pens. "On Buxton." UNKNOWN.

The Tomahawk!, p. 10. Let me look back upon thee: O thou wall,. "Paris!" UNKNOWN.

J.G. Stedman, Journal, p. 5. No common object to your sight displays. "Ode written on the 8th day of March 1795, being the anniversary of the birth of His Serene Highness, William V, Prince of Orange and Nassau." Stedman.

Morning Post. Not like the Bills! — Hey — hey — hey! "Soliloquy." Hang 'em.

The Tribune Thelwall, pp. 1, 2, 3. Now Science, by thy genial beam,. "Ode on the Destruction of the Bastille." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 34. O BRITAIN! new commotions rife. "To My Country." X.

French Analytical Review, p. 30. "Ode for la Guerre." Par. B. Frere Cherensi.

Morning Post. Of having great good nature,. "Song, John Bull's unbounded Charity." UNKNOWN.

French Analytical Review, p. 35. Queen of the isles! be faithful to thy fame; . "A Call to the Country; inscribed to the Right Honourable William Wyndham, Secretary of War." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 33. Scourge of vindictive heav'n! we feel. "Ode On The War Written in the Beginning of the Year 1795." N.B.

The Tribune Thelwall, p. 5. Silence, men of Gotham all, in country, court and city. "News from Toulon; or, The Men of Gotham's Expedition." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Such the dread scenes on a benighted age. "Epilogue to the Secret Tribunal." By the author of the play.

Morning Post. Th' Indiginant MUSE, o'erwhelmed with horror, shews. "Portraits From Life." Nentoria.

The Scots Magazine, p. 16. THE Charmer of sweet Mona's. "The Fair Pilgrim." Translated from Dafydd ap Gwilym, A Welsh Bard.

Morning Post. The Shews and Woes of Ninety-five. "Shews and Woes, or 1795!!!" UNKNOWN.

The Tomahawk!, p. 11. This night, about three o'clock all in the morn. "Birth-Day Song of Mr. Fox." Capt. Morris.

The Tribune Thelwall, p. 8. THOU long — long year of Massacre — farewell!. "FAREWELL to the YEAR 1794." Whitechurch.

The Tomahawk!, p. 5. To keep TOM PAINE from off Hibernia's shore. "Prologue to the Mysteries of the Castle." UNKNOWN.

French Analytical Review, p. 33. Too long has man, ambitious in his aims. "A Poetical Epistle addressed to Miss Mary Wollstonecraft, occasioned by reading her celebrated Essay on the Rights of Woman and her historical and moral View of the French Revolution." John Henry Colls.

Morning Post. Tost by the bleak and rugged storm. "To the People of England Occasioned by the Present, and intended suspension of the Habeas Corpus Act." Horatio.

The Tribune Thelwall, p. 7. 'Twas in a lofty Gothic Hall. "The Invasion: or Credulous Spiders." A Looker-On.

French Analytical Review, pp. 32,17. What mean these showy and these sounding signs. "The Art of War." Joseph Fawcet.

The Tomahawk!, p. 9. When LUCIFER no longer could advance. "Jacobin Press Destructive." O.R.

French Analytical Review, p. 29. When vict'ry ends the fight. "Songs for the Year 1795, Sacred to Truth, Liberty, and Peace." By the author of Flowers from Sharon.

Morning Post. Where Evils are so thick ally'd. "Reflections on the Present War." W. W. Deacon.

Universal Magazine, p. 15. While heroes pant for glory's charms. "Ode to War." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 27. WHILE o'er yon sea-beat cliff Britannia. "Elegy on Captain Robert Faulknor." Dr. Trotter.

The Tomahawk!, p. 14. WHO KILL'D poor THELWALL?. "The Two Bills! or, The Death of the Jacobin Orator." UNKNOWN.


French Analytical Review, p. 39. And is, then, poor Liberty come to her last squeak? No, friend. "Liberty's Last Squeak." Peter Pindar.

French Analytical Review, pp. 41,42. As o'er the volumes of historic lore. "Revolutions: a Poem." P. Courtier.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 43. BRIGHT as The Star, that o'er the mountain's brow. "Sonnet, To Benevolence." N.Y.

The Tomahawk!, p. 18. From Frenchmen, and their horrid cause. "The Political Litany; or, the People of England." Parson Este.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 37. From trials dread, in Beauty's brilliant. "To the Princess Royal of France." E.I.

London Chronicle, p. 2. Here's health to honest JOHN BULL;. "For Electors." UNKNOWN.

Courier. How the slaves over-spirit cried out to be free; . "Ode, on the Insurrection of the Slaves at St. Domingo." (written in the year 1792). UNKNOWN.

Analytical Review, p. 36. "Joan of Arc, an Epic Poem." Robert Southey.

Courier, p. 1; Morning Chronicle. Let venal Laureats wake the festive lay. "Triumph of Liberty." Mrs. Robinson.

The Watchman, pp. 1, 2. Much on my early youth I love to dwell. "To a Young Lady, with a poet on the French Revolution." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, pp. 28,29; Lady's Magazine, p. 9; Courier, p. 3. Now the rage of Battle ended. "Poor Tom." Peter Pindar.

Courier. On glory of Liberty:. "Sonnet. From Mrs. Robinson's Admired Novel." Mrs. Robinson.

Courier. On king, country & peace. "Ode for the New Year, 1796." Henry James Pye.

Courier. On Kitty, widowed at war, with young son at breast; she longs for death;. "Thomas and Kitty." SCOTO-Britannus.

Morning Post. On Thanet's Rock, beneath whose steep. "Anna's Complaint, or, The Miseries of War." UNKNOWN.

Courier. Overwhelm'd with the flood of Despair. "Lamentation of Kosciusko." UNKNOWN.

Courier. "Peace." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 38. Still, still the trumpet sounds, to arms! "An Ode for the New Year 1796." S.P.

French Analytical Review, p. 36. "The Art of War." Joseph Fawcett.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 40. The trumpet far and wide. "To my Wife, on my Departure for the War." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. The Trumpet of Liberty sounds through the world. "Song." UNKNOWN.

French Analytical Review, p. 43. Thus, as the summer sun-beams round me play. "An Epistle in Verse to the Rev. Dr. Randolph." UNKNOWN.

The Watchman; STC, p. 3. —Thus the King exclaim'd:. [OR:] And first a landscape rose. "Joan of Arc." Robert Southey.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 36. 'Tis come: the fatal day of strife! "The Combat: An Irregular Ode." NERVA.

The Tomahawk!, p. 6. Upon old Ocean's bosom rowling. "The Glorious First of June." Written by a Naval Officer.

Morning Post. WAR! Nature-shocking, hideous form;. "War." T.I.

Morning Post. Where are the vows the Muses breath'd. "Ode on his Majesty's Birth-Day." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post. Wou'd you know, pretty Nan, how we pass our time. "All on Board of a Man of War." UNKNOWN.

The Watchman; STC, p. 8. Ye Gales, that of the Lark's repose. "A Morning Effusion." G.A.U.N.T.


The Scots Magazine, p. 20. ADIEU! my native place adieu! "Lines by a Frenchman." Gallicus.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 45. Albion, the child of Ocean, known for might. "Sonnet." C.Y.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 46. ARM, Warriors, arm! despair in flames. "The Trumpet Call—1794." De Sacrobosco.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 52. But now no mortal hand repels alarms. Fragment taken from unknown source. Nichil.

French Analytical Review, p. 44. —Cannibals that each other eat. "Peace, Ignominy, and Destruction: a Poem. Inscribed to the Honourable Charles James Fox." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 25. In London I never know what to be at —. "A Town and Country Life Contrasted." Capt. Morrice and Mr. Hewardine.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 57. In vain the Muse I woo: in vain the lyre. "On the Death of Daniel Southwell." B.

Morning Post. Loud let the threat'ning tempest roar. "Independence; An Ode." J---.

Morning Chronicle, p. 1. Louis, exiled now from France. "L'Epiphanie de 1797." UKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 44. O'er the vex'd bosom of the deep. "Ode for the New Year, 1797." Henry James Pye.

Courier, p. A. ---Of unrecorded name. "On the Death of a Common Soldier From Southey's Joan of Arc." Robert Southey.

Morning Post. Oh! my Crown-y's quite upside down-y! "Johnny Bull's Lamentation." Sung by Mr. Tooke.

Anti-Jacobin, p. 10. PARENT of countless Crimes, in headlong rage. Untitled. UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. QUEEN of the Lyre, Celestial Peace. "Invocation to Peace." A.

Monthly Magazine, p. 2. Sweet Peace! that hovered in a nation's fight. "To Peace." D.

Morning Post, p. 13. Too long has War's destructive rage. "To Peace." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, pp. 47,48. 'Twas infant morn—ere yet the sun. "The Death of GENERAL MANSEL." E.S.J., Author of William and Ellen.

Anti-Jacobin, p. 8. Weary Way-wanderer, languid and sick at heart. "The Soldier's Wife." UNKNOWN.

Courier, p. B. Weep, Gallia! weep! in sorrow hang thy head!. "On the Death of General Hoche." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. When GEORGE he was for England. "Impromptu." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, pp. 55,56. WHEN haughty Gallia vainly made her boast. "The British Volunteers." Juvenis.

The Scots Magazine, p. 22. When wild war's deadly blast was blawn. "The Soldier's Return." Robert Burns.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 47. While the frowning Lord of Arms. "Ode for his Majesty's Birth-Day, 1797." Henry James Pye.

Anti-Jacobin, p. 4. WHILST happy in our native land. "The Invasion; or, The British War Song." Foreign.

Morning Post, p. 21; Courier, p. A. Who lost his Life in the Defence of his Country. "Mutiny at Portsmouth." By the Widow of a Seaman.

The Scots Magazine, p. 24. Ye mighty bards with lofty soul inspir'd. "The Garb of New Gaul." E.S.J.


Morning Post. A GLORIOUS Vict'ry, Britons, we record. "News from the Nile." Mr. Cumberland.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 60. ALAS, VERSAILLES! with pain thy courts I tread,. "Versailles in Decay." T.F. Hill, 1791.

Anti-Jacobin, pp. 26, 27. All in the Town of Tunis. "Elegy; or Dirge." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. AMIDST our woe. "O Yez! O Yez! O Yez!" MUM.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 69. And now, sublime to all the winds. "Miss Seward's additional Stanzas to 'Rule, Britannia!' (After the Stanzas beginning 'Thee haughty Tyrants ne'er shall tame, etc.')." Anna Seward.

Morning Post. And wherefore do the poor complain? "The Complaints of the Poor." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Another conquest swells BRITANNIA'S fame! "Occasional Address on Admiral Nelson's Victory." Mr. Fisher (?).

London Chronicle, p. 7. AROUSE yourselves, my Countrymen, arouse. "An Address to Englishmen of all Ranks at this very alarming Period, when the Invasion of this Island by the French is so much expected." Clericus.

Anti-Jacobin, pp. 23, 24. As at the Shakespeare Tavern dining. "Brissot's Ghost." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Away, Republic guile! "Ode on the Birth-Day of his Royal Highness the Prince of Wales." Written by an Officer in the Windsor Camp.

Morning Post. Bless me, what a choice collection. "A New Song." Tutt.

Anti-Jacobin, pp. 28,29,30. BRITONS! hands and hearts prepare;. "Ode To My Country." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. CAPTAIN Rose is our Commander. "Pindaric Ode." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Clear shone the morn, the gale was fair. "Ode. The Spanish Armada." UNKNOWN.

Anti-Jacobin, pp. 20, 21. DAUGHTER of Hell, insatiate Power. "Ode to Jacobinism." An English Jacobin.

Morning Post. Explore the Dungeon's gloom, where, all alone. "The Dungeon. Poetical Pictures (In France and Italy)." UNKNOWN.

Anti-Jacobin, p. 34. FAIREST of Cities, which the Seine. "An Affectionate Effusion of Citizen Muskein, to Havre-de-Grace." UNKNOWN.

Anti-Jacobin, p. 36. From mental mists to purge a Nation's eyes;. "New Morality." UNKNOWN.

Anti-Jacobin, p. 17. Good Republicans all. "Translation of the New Song of the 'Army of England.'" Written by the Ci-Devant Bishop of Autun.

Morning Post. HARK! how the Church-hall's thund'ring harmony. "A War-Poem. (On the late Mr. Blythe, a Midshipman on board the Mars)." UNKNOWN.

Anti-Jacobin, p. 12. HAST thou not seen th'insulting FOE. "The Choice." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. He past unquestion'd thro' the camp. "King Henry and the Hermit —dreux." UNKNOWN.

Anti-Jacobin, p. 22. I am a hearty Jacobin. "The Jacobin." B.O.B.

Morning Post. I leave to Master PYE, the Laureat Bard. "An Ode to the Right Hon. C.J. Fox, on his Birth-Day." F.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 63. In vain are Belgia's haughty sons;. "On Admiral LORD DUNCAN'S VICTORY." De. Willowby.

Morning Post. It was a summer evening; . "The Battle of Blenheim." Robert Southey.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 63. Let Gallia threaten with contemptuous smile. "On the Victory of Lord Howe." UNKNOWN.

Lady's Magazine, p. 8. Lo! what unrivall'd trophies crown. "Ode on the late glorious Victory of the 1st of August 1798." W. Case.

Anti-Jacobin, p. 17. LOUD howls the storm along the neighbouring shore. "Lines Written at the Close of the Year, 1797." An Englishwoman.

Lady's Magazine, p. 3. LOUISA mourn'd her hapless state;. "LOVE and WAR." T. Lacey.

Morning Post. My Muse, ascend on Fancy's aerial wing. "The Battle of the Nile." Augustus.

Morning Post. Now ANARCHY roam'd wide, a monster fierce. "The Horrors of Anarchy." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Now by my life, a glorious day! "The Victory." UNKNOWN.

Anti-Jacobin, p. 25. O GENTLE GUN-BOATS, whom the Seine. "A Consolatory Address to his Gun-Boats." Citizen Muskein.

Anti-Jacobin, p. 16. "On a method we'll fall." Taken from fragment. Foreign.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 65. See, see, from the hills of fam'd Cotswold advance. "The Cotswold Volunteers." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 63. Shall France appal with threats and. "To the British Soldiers of the Present Year." James L. Moore.

Morning Post. Sisters! Sisters! who sent you here? "Fire, Famine, and Slaughter. A War Eclogue." Laberius.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 59. Sound the potent trump of Fame;. "The Hero's Reward." Morva.

Morning Post. SPREAD the flag, and strike up with the fife and the drum. "The Recruiting Serjeant's Song." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 57. The ceaseless rage of hostile arms. "Triumphant Ode on the Defeat of the Dutch Fleet." By Mr. Nicholas Bull.

Morning Post. The Durham shall in battle stand. "On Lady Haggerston Presenting the Colours to the Durham Yeomanry Cavalry." UNKNOWN.

Lady's Magazine, p. 6; Morning Post. The hour-bell sounds, and I must go:. "Verses from the French." Written by a French prisoner, as he was preparing to go to the Guillotine. Mortimer. Foreign.

Morning Post. The Traitor's fate, the Traitor's name. "Ode. The Delivery of Holland." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 26. 'Tis not the oak whose hardy branches wave. "Character of a British Seaman." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 62. 'Tis true, our age surpasses antient days;. "Imitated from Martial; from a Gentleman Lamenting the Want of Poetic Merit to Celebrate the Late Great Victories." B.I.B.

Anti-Jacobin, p. 35. UNCHRISTIAN Jacobin, whoever. "Ode to a Jacobin." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 66. WAFTED on many a favoring breeze. "Ode on the Glorious Victory Gained by Rear-Admiral Nelson, August 1, 1798." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. We Soldiers of Erin, so proud of the name. "The Soldier's Delight; or, Croppies Lie Down." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Welcome, my friend, in each revolving year. "Lines, addressed to a friend." Philoxenus.

Morning Post. What news—what news—O Traveller! "The Battle of Bosworth, an Eclogue." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. When for battle first we prepare. "Song." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 66. When Gallia's Cheif, with standards dy'd in gore. "The Glorious First of Augusts! or The Battle of the Nile!." W.T. Fitzgerald.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 61. When late return'd our valiant Fleet. "Verses on the Late Royal Visits to the Nore and St. Paul's." W. Hutton.

London Chronicle, p. 3. When Regicide Rulers of France. "Neptune Enraged." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. When the Great Charles had quell'd the Gallic pride. "Sonnet on the Abdication of Charles V of Spain." From the Spanish.

Morning Post. When with the Hero who astounds. "Lines, on seeing certain gentlemen at Brighton with young mustachios, in imitation of a captive French general." Delia.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 63. When this tumultuous noise. "Verses occasioned by the Report of Invasion." Westmonasteriensis.

The Scots Magazine, p. 27. While deeds of Hell deface the world. "On the Threatened Invasion." Capt. Morrice.

Anti-Jacobin, p. 32. Who now from NAPLES, ROME, or BERLIN. "Ode to the Director Merlin." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 36. Ye brave Sons of Britain, whose glory hath long supplied. "A Loyal Song." Captain Morrice.

Morning Post. Ye clouds, that far above me float and pause. "The Recantation, an Ode." S.T. Coleridge.


French Analytical Review, p. 62. Again let the horn. "Britannia triumphant over the French Fleet, by Admiral Lord Nelson, off the Mouth of the Nile." W. King.

French Analytical Review, p. 56. Awful genius of the land! "Song of the Battle of the Nile." Rev. W.L. Bowles.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 77. Behold the day of retribution rife! "Another Translation." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. BROTHER! thou wert strong in youth! "The Huron's Address to the Dead." UNKNOWN.

French Analytical Review, p. 56. Come, then, array'd in all thy wonted charms;. "Ode to Lord Nelson on his Conquest in Egypt." Harmodius.

The Scots Magazine, p. 32. DOVE-EYED Peace, with silver wing. "Ode to Peace." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 73. Ere now 'tis fix'd—and see! with placid air. "Sonnet in the Character of the Queen of France." Jane West.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 78. ERIN! let thy harp resound!. "Erin; or, The Blessings of Union to Ireland." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Fight, fight, ye men. "The Good Old Customs, and the Cause of Religion and Order." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 72. From the billows of the main. "The Battle of the Nile." J. Wood.

The Scots Magazine, p. 30. HARD is the heart that does not sigh for peace. "Thoughts on War and Peace." Mrs. Moodie.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 77. HARK! Vengeance calls! come, instant arm. "Another Translation." T.D.

French Analytical Review, p. 57. Her hope was cherished of his safe return. "The Patriot, a Poem." By a Citizen of the World.

The Meteors, pp. 6, 7, 8, 9. Hush, ye rude winds! be still ye gales; . "To the Corps de Ballet Proceeding to Grand Cairo, By Order of the Egyptian Counsel." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 78. HUZZA, brave boys! the fans culottes. "Impromptu on the Defeat of the French Army under Jourdain, by the Archduke Charles." Admiral Sir Richard Hughes.

The Monthly Mirror. I am the bed of rest, and couch of ease. "Peace." Musaeus.

Morning Post. In the famous, famous days of old. "Naval Triumphs." Clio Rickman.

Morning Post. O grant me, Heav'n! some huge balloon. "The Secret Expedition." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. O PITY! if thy holy tear. "The Old Soldier." From Mrs. Robinson's new novel, The Natural Daughter.

Morning Post. O think not us, who here intrude. "Soldier." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. On Vorska's glitt'ring waves. "Ode. The Battle of Pultowa." UNKNOWN.

Universal Magazine, p. 19. RETURN, sweet Peace, and shed thy glories round. "Peace." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Still shall the brazon tongue of War. "Ode for his Majesty's Birth-Day, 1799." Henry James Pye.

The Scots Magazine, p. 33. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. "Verses to the Memory of the Soldiers who perished at the taking of the Helder." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. The storm cloud grows deeper above. "Song of the Araucans During a Thunderstorm." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 75. This guest of winter. "Parodies of Shakespeare No. XXXIII." Master Shallow.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 72; Morning Post. Tho' the dun mist and driving rack. "Ode for the New Year, 1799." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post. To the gallant arm'd train. "The Grant Expedition." Dr. Houlton.

Morning Post. TOULON! No longer must the foreign flag. Untitled. The circumstances related to the following lines happened at the evacuation of Toulon. UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 77. TREMBLE, assassins! tho' the Belgians fled. "Another Translation." Wintoniensis.

Morning Post. 'Twas left we should grow discontented. "Cortez. History is Philosophy, Teaching by Example." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 32. 'Twas when a Victor of Brittania's Isle. "Ode, on Lord Nelson's Victory." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 34; The European Magazine, p. 38. When Gallia's haughty rulers sent. "The Fate of France." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 80. Where Nilus pours his hallow'd flood. "Song. On the Naval Victory gained by Lord Nelson, August 1, 1798." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 76. Where yon tall spare salutes the sky. "The First Edition of the Tasker's Ode to the Warlike Genius of Great Britain." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 74. Ye landsmen so simple, and landsmen so wise. "Lines written by a Sailor of His Majesty's Ship Vanguard, Off the Nile, Dec. 4, 1798." P.C.C.H.

Morning Post. Yes, noble old Warrior! this heart has beat high. "The British Stripling's War Song." UNKNOWN.


Morning Post. Again the circling course of TIME. "Ode for the New Year." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. And shall the soul of WASHINGTON depart?—. "Eulogy, On the Death of Gen. George Washington." Edward Everard.

The European Magazine, p. 44. At evening's close, as, wand'ring forth alone. "The Voice of Dora's Muse, on the threatened invasion of Great Britain." Rusticus.

The European Magazine, p. 42. Estrang'd from home—from ev'ry joy remov'd. "The Alien." Thomas Adney.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 81. Heard you the strain from yonder sky. "The Dirge of Belgium." Gentleman who holds the place of Mr. Gray.

Hull Packet. Hence megrims, hip, and melancholy. "L'Allegro." Agricola.

Morning Post. O THOU, whose wounds from PITY'S eye. "To General Kosciusco." Peter Pindar.

The European Magazine, pp. 39,40. See! see! our warlike troops advance. "The Battle of Bergen." S.W.

The Scots Magazine, p. 35. SOLDIERS! who, our call obeying. "The Royalist Song." Translated from the Chevalier T.I. D'Ordre's "Marches des Royalistes."

Hull Packet, p. 2. Still the expecting Muse in vain. "Ode for the Majesty's Birth-Day." Henry James Pye.

Universal Magazine, p. 21. Still thro' devoted realms afar. "Ode on War." Juvenis.

Morning Post. To catch the manners living as they rise,. "The Soldiers." Clio Rickman.

The Meteors, p. 10. To trace the reliques of ancestral power. "Verses Written at Domington Castle, near Newbury, in Berkshire, in 1799." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 43. What was the cause that fired Britannia's zeal? "The Emigrants. An Elegy." Rusticus.

Morning Post. When Republican Doctrines are ev'ry where found, Sir. "Song." UNKNOWN.


Gentleman's Magazine, p. 92. A COURIER from th' Egyptian coast. "On the Death of General Abercromby." T. Stott.

Hull Packet, p. 6. Again triumphant Harps resound. "Stanzas on the Victory of Admiral Sir James Saumarez." C.J.

Morning Post. Ah! why resign yon splendid chair. "An Expostulatory and Panegyrical Ode." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, pp. 1,2,3. Aid me, ye Muses, to recount the Strains. "Virgil's Eighth Eclogue Imitated." L.L.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 93. BRIGHT is the morn, the solar ray. "The British Soldiers' Song at the Beginning of the Nineteenth Century." James L. Moore.

Morning Chronicle. Britannia greets her conquering foes once more;. "On the Defeat of the Danes." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 40; The European Magazine, p. 48,49. Come then, sweet Peace! celestial offspring come! "Sonnets on a Prospect of Peace: Sonnet 2." Dr. Trotter.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 88. FAR from the scenes where rural pleasures reign. "On the Death of Capt. Hood, Late Commander of the Mars." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. From delug'd Earth's usurp'd domain;. "Ode for the New Year, 1801." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post. Full many an anxious year destructive War. "New Occasional Address." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. GENIUS of Albion, still 'tis thine. "Ode on our Late Naval Achievement at Copenhagen." T.S.

Morning Post. HAIL! pacific Spirit, hail! "Lines on Peace." Ambrose Charles.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 89. Hark! how the church bells with a sudden peal. "Naval Poetry. No. II." Nauticus.

Morning Post. Hark! the loud clarion's brazen throat. "Hymn to Peace." Charles Smith.

The Scots Magazine, p. 40; The European Magazine, p. 48,49. HUSH'D is the sullen tempest's angry roar. "Sonnets on a Prospect of Peace: Sonnet 1." Dr. Trotter.

Morning Post. In general war we Generals find. "On Generals." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Let France her vain Republic boast. "Britannia's Triumph." Tickell.

Morning Post. Long shall the joyous world remember. "Lord Major's Shew; or, The Rival Knights." Bardd Cloff.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 95. Nor let the sons of letter'd pride despise. "Naval Poetry. No. V." Nauticus.

Morning Post. Oh why, BRITANNIA, while thy heart beats high. "Written on the Death of General Abercrombie." Harriet Walker.

Morning Post. On earth, at last, fair Peace appears. "Ode, occasioned by the late peace." J.P. Hackett.

Morning Post. On his pillow, deep repining. "Consular Indemnity. An Ode." T.S.

The European Magazine, p. 50. PARENT of bliss! whose tranquil eye. "Lines to Peace." Mr. Thomas Adney.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 97. PEACE, long from Europe driv'n, at length returns. "Verses on the Peace." Thomas Robinson, a Boy of Eight Years of Age, Nov. 1801.

Hull Packet, p. 4. PLUNG'D in the gloomy cavern of despair. "Conclusion of the Letter from Russia." Mercator.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 95. Praise to the God of Love, of Joy, and PEACE. "On the Illumination on account of the Peace between Great Britain and France." Mrs. Uvedale.

Morning Post. Still, still must War's discordant note. "Ode for his Majesty's Birth-Day, 1801." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post. Strike the harp, and sound the lyre! "Ode." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. The Muse has heard the wondrous story. "Ode on the Late Naval Engagement in the Bay of Algesiras, in which the French Navy was Covered with Glory!!!" J. Melling.

Morning Post. To battle let Despots compel the poor slave. "The Devoted and Victorious British Soldier." UNKNOWN.

Spirit of the Public Journals; The Scots Magazine, p. 36. To teach Johnny Bull a la mode de Paris. "The Briton's Song." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 91. Upon Britannia's princely brow. "Impromptu, on hearing the News of the Death of the gallant Sir Ralph Abercromby." T.S.

The European Magazine, p. 46. When GALLIA'S frantic sons unfurl'd. "Nelson's Victory; or, The Wooden Walls of Old England." Ambrose Pitman.

Hull Packet, p. 8. When wild War's deadly blast was blawn. "The Soldier's Return." Robert Burns.

Morning Post. Where sport the recreative throng. "On the Wounded Midshipman of Margate." W.H. Hitchener.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 92. Whilst wreaths victorious crown Britannia's arms. "On the Death of Sir Ralph Abercromby." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Ye little Gun-boats now so gay. "An Old British Hulk's Advice to the French Gun-Boats." T.S.

The Scots Magazine, p. 38; The European Magazine, p. 47. Ye soldiers and sailors deplore!. "The Death of General Abercromby." William Swords.


Gentleman's Magazine, p. 101. Auspicious aera! Dire contentions cease,. "Lines on the Happy Event of Peace." A.B.

Morning Chronicle, p. 9. BLOOMFIELD, I come from Modan's holy Spring. "The Earl of Buchan to Bloomfield." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. BLUSH! Britons, blush! blush to be sure. "Extempore Exclamation, on reading the paragraph in the Moniteur which asserts, that the new French constitution is more firmly established than the British." Quippe.

Morning Post. "Britannia's Pilot, who weather'd the Storm," "Verses, on a Great Man in Distress." A Staunch Pittite.

Dinmore; Select & Fugitive Poetry, p. 6. Chill blows the blast, and Twilight's dewy hand. "Elegy, Written on the Plain of Fontenoy." Robert Merry.

Morning Post. ---clouds! that far above me float or pause. "An Ode." S.T. Coleridge.

The European Magazine, p. 51. Deep murky midnight, o'er the sleeping world. "Ode on the Peace." M.H.

Morning Post. Father and God! O spare us yet awhile! "Extracts from a poem written in April, 1798, during the Alarm respecting the threatened Invasion." S.T. Coleridge.

Dinmore; Select & Fugitive Poetry, pp. 6,7,8. Fill high the animating glass. "Stanzas for the 14th of July." Robert Merry.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 103. I HATE the trumpet's brazen noise. "War and Peace." I, of Durdham-Down.

Morning Post. Lo! from the ling'ring LAUREATE'S throat. "Half an Ode, on the Ode for the New Year." Semibreve.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 100; Morning Post. No more the thunders of the plain. "Ode for his Majesty's Birth-Day, 1802." Henry James Pye.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 98. Nor let the sons of letter'd pride despise. "Naval Poetry, No. VI." Pye's Nauer.

Morning Post. Now, gentle Muse, suppose we prance. "Bonaparte's Levee." Bardd Cloff.

Morning Post. Of BONAPARTE much is said. "Impromptu, on the character of Bonaparte." Clio.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 99. Our Pray'r is heard, and white-. "Lines, on Occasion of the General Thanksgiving for Peace." M. Chamberlin.

Poetical Register & Repository, p. 3. Rise ye Croats fierce and strong. "Loudhon's Attack: A Hungarian War Song." UNKNOWN.

Annual Review, p. 2. Say, ancient Nile! thou tutelary stream. "Egypt: a Poem; descriptive of that Country and its Inhabitants; Written during the late campaign." M.M. Clifford.

Morning Post. SURE, had our Author, whom in vain we seek. "Epilogue to the Fashionable Friends." Hon. William Lamb.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 101. The clarion's loud note of Contention is o'er. "Song.—Peace." Major Birch.

Morning Post. The Heathen Bards sang, that in days of yore. "Bonaparte's Visit to the Sea Coast." Bardd Cloff.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 98. THEE, gallant Burgess! thee Britannia rank'd. "To the Memory of Captain Burgess." Nauticus.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 99. WELCOME! O welcome! sweetly-smiling Peace!. "Ode on the Present Peace Proclaimed April 24, 1802." Angelina.

Morning Post. When a poor EXILE, doom'd for life, to roam. "The Exile, inscribed to an Illustrious Emigrant." F.

Morning Post. Ye blind Mountaineers! "Bonaparte to the Swiss." Z.Z.

Morning Post. Ye Britons, venerate this tree. Untitled. The following lines were placed on the branch of a venerable oak near the house. UNKNOWN.


Gentleman's Magazine, p. 108. Again, on Time's encircling wing. "Song for his Majesty's Birth-Day." S.A.

Annual Review, p. 9. "Alas! how fair the dawn to thousands rose. "The Defense of Order." Josiah Walker.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 108. And must so soon the cherish'd Olive fade? "On the Early Re-commencement of Hostilities." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 115. And shall the grinning tiger roar. "The Monkey-Tiger." Anglo-Scotus.

The Scots Magazine, p. 44; Morning Post. Ardent spirit of the brave! "Invocation to British Valour." Hafiz.

Morning Post. ARRAH, Monsieur Amie. "Pat's Hint to Bonaparte." Mulloch O'Rory.

Morning Post. As when tempestuous winds the main deform. "Invasion." G. Butler.

Morning Chronicle, p. 23. At length the hour is come!—The storm no more. "Original Poetry. From the Loyalist."

Morning Post. AWAKE! awake! my warlike sons. "Britannia to her Sons." UNKNOWN.

Edinburgh Review. "Bonaparte." An Heroid Ballad. By the Editor of Salmagundi.

Edinburgh Review. "Bonaparte's Soliloquy on the Invasion of England." An Essay in Blank Verse.

Morning Post. BRITAIN, alas! has woo'd in vain. "Ode for his Majesty's Birth-Day, 1803." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post. BRITAIN! as erst thy Druids have foretold. "The Invasion." Allen.

Morning Post. BRITAIN! thou nurse of heroes and of sages. "Occasional Address." James Fisher.

The European Magazine, p. 61. BRITONS, attend! from yonder ear. "On the Threatened Invasion." Rev. Richard Hennah.

Morning Chronicle, p. 15. BRITONS who for Freedom bled;. Untitled. Britannicus.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 121. Come, Buonaparte, hither come;. "England, single-handed, to Buonaparte and all his Allies." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 121; Morning Post. Come forth from your coverts, ye vaunted flotilla! "The British Bomb-ketch's Challenge to the French Flotilla." Hafiz.

Morning Post. ENGLAND not equal, single hand, to France!. "Inscribed to R.B. Sheridan. Written at the Quebec Tavern, Portsmouth, June 4, 1803, on hearing the men of war, at Spithead, fire a royal salute, in honour of his Majesty's birth-day." John Bull.

Morning Chronicle, p. 21. FAREWELL, farewell, my native land. "The Swiss Emigrant." L.A.

Morning Post. FESTIVALS have I seen that were not names. "Sonnet. No. V." W.L.D.

Morning Post. FRENCH Soldiers! whose business is bloodshed and battle. "Poetical Abridgement of the address to the warriors of the army of England, inserted in the Mercure de France." Hafiz.

The European Magazine, p. 62. FRENCHMEN advance! attempt old Albion's shore. Title unknown. Britannus (?).

Hull Packet, p. 9. FRIENDS, Britons, countrymen, whose subet (?) sense. "Address to Britons." Publicola Minor.

The European Magazine, p. 62. From thy plains, fertile Gallia, I fly;. "The Usurper in the Desart of Siberia; or, Buonaparte's Last Soliloquy." Music by Calcott, M.B.

Morning Post. HARK! hark! the martial trumpets sound. "The Volunteer." Rev. Weedon Butler.

Morning Chronicle, pp. 12,13. Haste, bring the Pipe—the Tabor bring;. "Ode. On the Ratification of Peace." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 121. Hear Britannia's thunder roar,. "Song for the Holmesdale Volunteers." W.B.

Hull Packet, p. 12. High where yon rock aspiring towers. "Ode." G.S.

Morning Post. I GRIEV'D for BONAPARTE with a vain. "Sonnet. No. 1." W.L.D.

Hull Packet, p. 13. If the French have a notion. Untitled — An imitation of "The Tight Little Island." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 105. I LOVE the dulcet charms of Peace. "On hearing of the Hostile Preparations in a Neighboring Country." XL.

Morning Post. In wild confusion's lawless reign,. "The British Medley." UNKNOWN.

Edinburgh Review. "Invasion." A Poem in Blank Verse. Addressed to the Military of Great Britain.

Morning Post. Ladies and Gentlemen, to-day. "Harlequin's Invasion." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Let France her vain Republic boast;. "Britannia's Triumphs, Written During the Late War." Mr. Courteney.

The Scots Magazine, p. 44. MARK! on the brink of Gallia's coast. "Patriotic Valour." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 120. Men of Kent, renown'd in story,. Untitled. A private of the Squerries Yeomanry.

Morning Post. My dear Johnny Bull, the last mail. "Bonaparte's Answer to John Bull's card, inviting him to England." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Now I've shipp'd my soldiers all. "Bonaparte's Soliloquy." Philo-Hafiz.

Morning Post. NURSE of heroes, Freedom, hear;. "Ode to Freedom." An Officer on Half-Pay.

Morning Post. O BONAPARTE, what I hear. "John Bull's Invitation." UNKNOWN.

Annual Review, p. 10. O for the death of those. "Ode to the Volunteers of Britain, on the Prospect of Invasion." Alcaeus.

The Scots Magazine, p. 44. O wha will bleed for our King's richt. "Loyalty." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Of all the strange projects that ever were bred. "O! What a farce is Invasion!" C.F.

The Scots Magazine, p. 42. Oh! welcome to glens where blows. "Verses on the forty-second regiment returning to Scotland, from Egypt." S.F. Hohenlinden." Thomas Campbell.

Morning Chronicle, p. 20; The Scots Magazine, p. 45. Our bosoms we'll bare for the glorious strife. Untitled. UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Our Englishmen they stood. "Englishmen and Frenchmen." By a Lady: M.B.

Edinburgh Review. "Patriot Effusions resulting from recent Events, and from the circumstances of the Times." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Presumptuous man, fell tyrant of the age. "Britannia." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Rash Man!—Whither would wild Ambition's impulse. "The Spirit of Abercrombie." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. ROUSE, Volunteers, your warlike souls to arms. "Amor Patriae. An Address to Old England's Volunteers." Regulus.

Hull Packet, p. 15. Saw ye BRITANNIA from hill to hill bounding. "The Defiance." F.R.S.

Morning Chronicle, p. 14. Since the Gallic Ambassador's taken French leave. "A Hundred to One or, The Odds Against Bonaparte." W.C. Empson.

Morning Post. SOUND, sound aloud the trumpet of alarm! "To My Fellow Countrymen." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 114. SOUND the trumpet, beat the drum. "Liberty and Loyalty." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 26. That fam'd upstart. "How to Pay a Bill at Sight." I.O.U.

Edinburgh Review. "The Crisis of Britain." A Poem on the manaced Invasion. Rev. Thomas Maurice.

Morning Post. The die is cast, and war the game. "Freedom's Call." Hafiz.

Morning Post. The Seaman claims his country's praise. "French Invasion." Leon.

Edinburgh Review. "The War-Offering." A small collection of songs, dedicated to Bonaparte. J. Amphlett.

Morning Post. Tho' dark and drear yon wintry cloud. "Ode for the New Year, 1803." T. Stott.

Morning Post. Though the tempestuous winds no more. "Ode for the New Year, 1803." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post. 'Tis done—and England dares me to the field!-. "Bonaparte." UNKNOWN.

Hull Packet, pp. 10,11. To Arms! let Patriot-Britons fly;. "The Patriot-Briton; or, England's Invasion." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. To battle let despots compel the poor slave. "The Devoted, and Victorious British Soldier." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. To charm, instruct, and dignify the age. "National Address." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 46. To horse! to horse! the standard flies. "War Song." Walter Scott.

Morning Post. To rear the Tree of Liberty. "A Garland for Bonaparte." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. TYRTAEUS struck the war-strung lyre;. "Advice." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. What, shall this little stubborn isle. "Bonaparte." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 24. When Tyre's proud daughter, fam'd in days of yore. "On General Toussaint and the French Expedition to St. Domingo." W.J. Deneson.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 133. Accept, fair mourner, from a hand unknown,. "On the death of Capt. John Dixon lost off the coast of Portugal in the Apollo Frigate, April 2 1804. Addressed to his Widow." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 121. WHILST Buonaparte would invade. "Old England and Buonaparte." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 113. WHILST the rough main th'unwary Consul tried. "To Bonaparte, Threatening the Shores of the British Empire." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. "Whither will ambition lead thee Corsican!—. "The Druid to Bonaparte." Hafiz.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 108. With hateful haste to Scotia's land,. "To Those Whom it may Concern, Upon Being Ordered to Join my Regiment in Scotland." Sica.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 120. Who has late been at Paris must. "Fierce Looks." J.H.

Morning Post. Ye Gallic gasconaders! "The Challenge." Hafiz.

Morning Chronicle, pp. 16,17,18,19; The Warning Drum; The Anti-Gallican, p. 12. Ye gen'rous Youths, who boast a Briton's name. "Address to the People of England." W.J. Denison.

Morning Post. Ye guardians of Britain, ye Sons of waves. "John Bull's Call to the Sailors." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Ye Volunteers, hark to my song. "To Arms; or, A Call to the Volunteers." Mr. Courteney.


Gentleman's Magazine, p. 114. While BRITAIN'S Thunder on the Ocean Roars,. "Unite and Conquer." A. Highmore.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 128. Again the hours revolving bring along. "Lines." Henry James Pye.

Hull Packet, p. 19. AH, think'st though vain Chief, that Britannia. "The Volunteer." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 73. And yield submissive to a tyrant's threats; —. FRAGMENT.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 135; Spirit of the Public Journals. As Fame, the fair goddess, whose clarion so shrill. "The Conqueror of Linois." Mr. Hayley.

Morning Post. Behold the BRITANNIA! how stately and brave. "Air. The Britannia." Mr. Braham.

Morning Chronicle, p. 39. BONAPARTE, o'er the sea. "A Patriotic Song." John Mayne.

Edinburgh Review. "Britannicus to Bonaparte, an heroic epistle." Henry Tresham.

Hull Packet, p. 23. BRITONS, why with towering might. "The Cause of Britons." Tyrtaeus Anglicus.

Morning Post. CIT CONSUL say, what need have you. "To Bonaparte." H.

Morning Chronicle, p. 38. Come lift! young and old. Untitled. A Volunteer.

Morning Post. Dear brother Joe, as I'm to be. "Bonaparte to Brother Joseph." H.

The Anti-Gallican, p. 39. Does haughty Gaul invasion threat? "Dumfries Volunteers." Burns.

Morning Post. DOOM'D before the flames to prove. "Bonaparte in Despair." Hafiz.

Hull Packet, p. 17. Farewell, Old Year! for I do not regret thee. "Farewell to the Old Year." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. For these ten months, or more. "To our Backward Invaders." An Old Sailor.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 139. Frenchmen, advance! attempt old Albion's shore. "Translation." Francis Johnson.

Morning Chronicle, p. 32. Frenchmen! since you're fond of dancing. "The English Country Dance." X.

Morning Post. From the white Cliffs of ALBION the rays. "The British Army's Invitation." Dr. Houlton.

Hull Packet, p. 25. GENIUS of Britain! strike the lyre. "Ode to England." I.H.T.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 124. Hail thou! who liest so snug in this old box; . "Modern Sonnet, to an Old Wig." Hafiz.

The European Magazine, p. 75. HARK! the muffled drum proclaims. "Henry's Fate." J.M.L.

Hull Packet, p. 16. How blasted now, how changed my state. "The Tears of Switzerland." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 140. How blythe was I each morn to see. "Mad Song the First." H.B.

The Scots Magazine, p. 53. How many seamen! Britain it is well. FRAGMENT. UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. I am told, Master JERRY, you've taken a wife. "Epistle from Emperor Napoleon to Brother Jerome." Napoleon.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 136. I tell you I will speak, so stand aside. "An Address to Their Majesties." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 129. In early times, when Freedom fled. "Ode to Liberty." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. In that stern season, when descending storm. "The Palace of St. Cloud." Hafiz.

Edinburgh Review. "Invasion; a descriptive and satirical Poem." J. Amphlett.

Morning Post. LO! France by mad ambition fir'd. "A New Loyal Song Addressed to the Volunteers throughout the Empire." Mr. Nicks.

Morning Chronicle, p. 42. LO! in order of battle the Legions of France. "The Day of Invasion." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 126. Nigh draws the threat'ned awful hour. "Anthem." Written by a Lady, E.W.

The European Magazine, p. 70. Now invasion is menac'd, and Mars. "The Deification of Buonaparte; or, The Union of Mars and Tisiphone." By a Lady.

The Scots Magazine, p. 52. Now Scotia's bold heroes, that bathe in her fountains,. "Song for the Tweedale Volunteers." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. O'er fair EUROPA'S richly cultur'd plains. "Britain Arm'd." J.J.S.

The European Magazine, p. 71. O THOU! whatever title please thine ear. "The Substance of Several Addresses to the Gallic Idol." By a lady.

Morning Chronicle, p. 36; The Poetry of the World. O Thou, whose eloquence divine. "Horace — Ode XIV — Imitated." Rusticus.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 127. Once more to the field! let the drum beat to arms. Untitled. W.H.O.

Edinburgh Review. "Our Country! Dedicated to the Volunteers who have come forward in its Defence." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Paris! Oh thou! so late the seat of arts refin'd. "Lines written in the year 1792, on the Commotions in Paris." Yriarte.

The European Magazine, p. 74. SAYS Dance to Linois, when he met him at sea. "Impromptu." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Sing—Sing! "A Coronation Ode." Bardd Cloff.

Morning Chronicle, p. 30 (French version on p. 27). Soldiers, the ball will open soon. "La Danse Francoise." G.B (?).

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 123; Morning Post. The blast that howls round yonder steep. "Ode for the New Year." Hafiz.

Spirit of Public Journals. The Heathen Bards fangs that, in days of yore,. "Bonaparte's visit to the Sea-Coast." Baard Cloff.

Edinburgh Review. "The Crisis; or, the Progress of Revolutionary Principles." William Pebbles.

Edinburgh Review. "The Invasion." Joseph Reade, M.D.

Edinburgh Review. "The Patriot; addressed to the Right Hon. Henry Addington." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. There gaz'd tow'rds the sea a poor stranger from Britain;. "The Captive in France." Sappho.

Morning Post. Though, "my dear belov'd Son," "The Pope's Last Address to Bonaparte Epitomised." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. To the "Bois de Boulonge"—t'other day. "Bonaparte and the Hunted Stag." Dr. Houlton.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 128. 'Twas at a feast, triumphant in the. "Feast of the Thuilleries." UNKNOWN.

The Star, p. 8. Unhappy Switzerland! "Recapitulation of the Affairs of Switzerland and the French Empire." H.W.W. of Loughborough.

The European Magazine, p. 65. UPROSE the Fiend of Gaul with speed. "The Witch of Lapland." Henry Boyd.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 124. Wake! Briton, wake! to Arms!. "Scorn, Britannia, Scorn the Slaves, Briton Shall Rule the Waves." UNKNOWN.

Edinburgh Review. "War! War! an Address to the British Nation." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, pp. 28,29; Morning Post; Gentleman's Magazine, p. 123. When, at the Despot's dread command. "Ode For the New Year, 1804." Henry James Pye.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 123. When GALLIA'S Tyrant, breathing war,. "Lines Addressed To Mrs. Percy, on her liberal present of flannel waistcoats to the Droomore Corps of 106 Yeoman." A Yeoman.

Morning Chronicle, p. 33. When sink the brave on Honour's glorious bed. "To the Memory of George, Marquis of Tweddale." A. B. Turnbull.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 138. When wilt thou break this settled gloom. "Address to Frost." UNKNOWN.

Hull Packet, p. 21. While glory animates each mortal nerve. From the play "The Soldier's Daughter." Mr. Cherry.

The Anti-Gallican, p. 47; Poetical Register & Repository, p. 22,23,24. Would you hear what deeds of wonder. "A Pitiful Ballad, of English Defeats and French Victories." Rev. R. Mant.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 133; Morning Post. Wrapt in the sanguine shroud of guilt and fear. "The Ghost of Robespierre." Hafiz.

The Anti-Gallican, p. 39. Ye British Sons awake to glory,. "The Genius of Britain." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 126; Morning Post. Ye ladies and gentlemen, hither advance. "The Raree Show, or A Peep at the French Coast." Hafiz.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 125. Ye whose forefathers bled. "The Song of England." UNKNOWN.


Gentleman's Magazine, p. 155. A little Cock-Robin was bred up in France. "The History of Cock Robin; or, The Boulogne Bulletin." Hafiz.

Morning Post. And thou, O Gaul, with gaudy trophies plumed. "Following extract is not inapplicable to the present times." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 81. Around Trafalgar's rocky shores. "On the Glorious Victory off Trafalgar, Oct. 21, 1805." Rev. Richard Hennah.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 146. As the fond mother, who has long caress'd. "Anniversary Poems for the Literary Fund, 1805, I." William Boscawen.

Morning Post. As the Genius of Britain, at treachery fired. "Stanzas on the late glorious victory, and the lamented death of the gallant Nelson." Yriarte.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 144. Be busy, boy! Uncase my breast,. "The Warrior to His Boy." UNKNOWN.

Edinburgh Review. "Bonaparte, a satire; His Coronation." UNKNOWN.

The Anti-Gallican, pp. 79,80; English Caricature & Satire, Ashton, p. 2; Spirit of the Public Journals. Bonaparte, the bully, resolv'd to come over. "A New Song of Old Sayings." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 81; Hull Packet, p. 30; Morning Post. Britons! you heard Trafalgar's story;. "Nelson and Collingwood." Rev. Weeden Butler.

The European Magazine, p. 79. BUONAPARTE on the shore. "A Song." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Come, balmy Sleep, my heavy eyelids close. "Verses, written at the fortress of Joux, in France, by the unfortunate Mr. Girod, who miraculously escaped from thence in the month of January last, after a captivity of four years and sixteen days." Mr. Girod.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 150. DEMONS of discord! smilt upon this day. "Pour etre affiche au dessus de la Couronne de Buonaparte pendant la grande Ceremonie — Translation." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 76. FAIREST of Spirits! whose blest art. "To Hope." J.M.L.

Edinburgh Review. "Fugitive Poems." Mrs. Bayfield.

Hull Packet, p. 27. FRIEND Jerome, it is plain, thy brother Nap. "To Jerome Bonaparte." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 47. Hark! 'tis the valiant Sailor's cheer! "On the Much Lamented Death of the Gallant Lord Nelson." P.

The European Magazine, p. 80. Heard ye that shout! these wild acclaims of joy!. "A Tribute of Unfeigned Respect to the Memory of the gallant and much lamented NELSON." J.M.L.

Annual Review, p. 15. Here dwells Religion, rational and mild. "The Anti-Corsican, a Poem." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. High on the winding shores sublime. "Ode for his Majesty's Birth-Day, 1805." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post. In Death's terrific icy arms. "On the Death of Lord Nelson." Mr. Fox.

Morning Chronicle, p. 51. In times of Anarchy, when fearful change. "The Tears of Britannia." Pyrocles.

Morning Chronicle, p. 43. Is there a man, who this great thriumph hears. Untitled. Mr. Cumberland.

Morning Post. Let Albion, and her isles rejoice. "An Ode, on the glorious victory of the 21st October, 1805, and the lamented death of Lord Nelson." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 141. Long in inglorious sleep I've slumber'd on. "Lines Written at the Commencement of the New Year, Revised and Corrected Jan. 1805." Lavinia.

Morning Post. Long may these talents in concealment lie. "The Pleasures of Composition." Oceanus.

Morning Chronicle, p. 52. My Lord and Gentleman — alas! off Cadiz. "Occasional Prologue Spoken on Board his Majesty's Ship Britannia, off Cadiz." Britannicus.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 153. Napoleon, by Flatt'ry's base minions surrounded,. "The Corsican Star." Hafiz.

Morning Post. Now let the voice of Joy arise. "On Lord Nelson's Victory and Death." D.P.

The European Magazine, p. 77; Morning Post. Of our Island we've sung, 'till the welkin has rung. "Interlude." T. Dibdin.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 141. PORTENTIOUS 'mid the stormy sky. "Ode for the New Year, 1805." Henry James Pye.

Morning Chronicle, p. 46. Rest, rest in peace, bright honour's Son. Untitled. UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Say—by what luring art, or fashion. "To Madame Bonaparte." Punctum Saliens.

Morning Post. Sons of Britannia! wield the lance. "Lines on the Expected Invasion of Jamaica." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Still be each ruder strain! let sound of woe. "Elegiac Stanzas, to the memory of Henry the First, Emperor of Garratt, surnamed Dimsdale the Muffinman." Hudibras.

Hull Packet, p. 29. The combat frowns—the rival powers. "The Battle of Trafalgar—An Ode." F.W.C.

Morning Post. The vulture scream'd o'er CALPE'S height. "The Battle of Trafalgar." Hafiz.

Morning Chronicle, p. 45. Though Grief yet fondly hands o'er NELSON'S bier. "Impromptu on the Death of Lord Nelson." J.P. Smith.

Annual Review, p. 15. Wafted across the billowy flood. "Hispaniola, a Poem." Samual Whitchurch.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 148. What awful changes wait. "On the Death of the Late Rev. Miles Cooper, Wateringbury." K.

Morning Post. When Gallia's fiend infus'd ambition's rage. "The Death of Admiral Lord Nelson." Richd. Cort.

Morning Post. When sickness dire, with sable cloth, o'erspread. "Ode for the New Year 1805." J.J.S.

Morning Post. While Bonny whisper'd to our Court. "Bonaparte and the Prince of Peace." Punctum Saliens.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 146. When Sun-born flow'rs no vivid tints disclose,. "Anniversary poems for the Literary Fund, II." William Thomas Fitzgerald.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 147. When the brave warrior in his Country's right. "Anniversary Poem for the Literary Fund, III." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post. While England beams one universal blaze. "An Address to England, on her Nelson's Death!" William Thomas Fitzgerald.

Morning Chronicle, p. 46. While generous transport in each bosom glows. "A Tribute to the Memory of Lord Nelson." Mr. Arnold.

Morning Chronicle, p. 48. While o'er the hostile Navies wrapt in flame. "On Lord Nelson's Victory and Death." UNKNOWN. 

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 145. Ye sons of Columbia, unite in the cause. "Ode." Thomas Green.


Morning Chronicle, p. 57. Alone, once more, BRITANNIA see,. "On this Country Being Again Under the Necessity of Fighting Bonaparte Single-handed." P.

Morning Post. And dost thou call thyself a King? "Lines, Extempore." The Earl of C---Y.

Morning Post. ARM, arm, ye Britons, to a man. "The Present Moment. An Impromptu." V.

The Meteors, pp. 25,26. Arm, Britons, arm! Your Country's cause. "On the Threatened Invasion." Dr. Charles Burney.

Morning Post. Brave spirits of Albion, who dar'd to expire. "Song,—Edward." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. BRITANNIA, mourns, whilst I relate. "Verses on the Death of Nelson." LLEDIRB.

Morning Chronicle, p. 66. Brother Freemen, now let us be "wise and be merry,". "Sherry for Ever!" UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. BROTHER Soldiers, the DUKE is the toast. "Brave York, and the Army for ever." Major Thomas.

Morning Post. But hark!—the cannon's sound! the gen'ral tear! "Nelson's Tomb." T. W. Fitzgerald.

Morning Post. Ere yet this day, to Britain sacred made. "Ode to the Memory of Lord Nelson." Mr. Pierce.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 157. FIRM on a rock, whose awful brow. "An Ode on the glorious Victory over the French and Spanish Fleets, on the 21st of October, 1805, and the Death of Lord Nelson." Elizabeth Bentley.

Morning Chronicle, p. 54. Hark! how the Clarions languish. "Guglielmi's Funeral March, Composed for the Royal Regiment at Palermo, and the Great Favourite of our Lamented Hero Lord Nelson." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Here lowly laid, illustrious NELSON lies! "Inscription for the Monument of the British Hero." Mentor.

Morning Chronicle, p. 60. High on the lofty pinnacle of fame. "Verses Written on a Journey, upon reading in several of the Morning Chronicles, the various occurrences at the funeral of the late Lord Viscount Nelson." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 54. HUNG be the heav'ns with black! ye Spirits come—. "Verses on the Death of Admiral Lord Nelson." Dr. Robert Couper.

Morning Chronicle, p. 55. Let meaner mortals seek, from breathing stone. Untitled. Mr. Tresham.

The European Magazine, p. 83. Loud in the volumes of recording Fame. "Battle of Trafalgar." Carola.

Edinburgh Review. "Monody on Admiral Lord Nelson." G. Richards.

Edinburgh Review. "Nelson's Tomb, a Poem." W.T. Fitzgerald.

Morning Post. O for a lay, loud as the surge. "The Blockader Blockaded." Hafiz.

The European Magazine, p. 85. OCEAN, thro' her caverns deep. "The Return of the Avenger" from "Buonaparte; or, The Prophecy." William Carey.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 158. Say, O my sisters, shall the world be told. "A picture might be drawn to represent the Nine Muses weeping over the Corpse of our immortal Nelson." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 86. Softly, my soul! and stop—to pause awhile. "Lines, Written in St. Paul's Cathedral, on Viewing the Statues erected to the several deceased Heroes, February 16, 1806." J.S.

The European Magazine, p. 87. SPEAK—awhile our labours cease:. "The Avenger's Reply" from "Buonaparte; or, The Prophecy." William Carey.

Morning Chronicle, p. 63. Take your night-cap again, my good Lord, I desire. "Lines to Lord Nelson." Peter Pindar.

Morning Post. The clang of arms floats in the northern wind! "Ode for 1806." G.C.

The European Magazine, p. 83. The clock had told his longest tale;. "Lines, Occasioned by the premature Death of some of the Author's Acquaintances." M. P—.E.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 159. The fight is o'er; and Victory again. "To the Memory of LORD NELSON." Edward Stewart.

Morning Chronicle, p. 57. The God-like Theban heard the Victor's cries. "Nelson and Epaminondas." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 55. The hour of peace sat cheery on thy eye;. "Verses on the Death of Admiral Lord Nelson." Dr. Robert Couper.

Edinburgh Review. "The Tears of Britain, an Elegy on the Death of Lord Nelson." D. Lawler.

Morning Post. The war-fiend yell'd, with horrid note. "The Battle of Auerstadt." Hafiz.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 159. Though envied and hated by tyrants and slaves. "Song To the Memory of Lord Nelson." Jonathan Odell.

Morning Chronicle, p. 56. To the calm river haul your boats again. "Trafalgar." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine. View Napoleon's flag advance. "Recitative." W. Austin.

Edinburgh Review. "Victory in Tears; or the Shade of Nelson, a Tribute to the Memory of that immortal Hero." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. What! quit the post my country's cause assign'd! "Remonstrance of a Volunteer Colonel, to a brother officer, inclined to retire from the service in resentment, and urging him to pursue a similar conduct." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 58; Morning Post. When ardent zeal for virtuous fame. "Ode for the New Year, 1806." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post. When diff'ring nations break the peace. "Lines on the Late Naval Victories." Carolus.

Morning Post. When late to England's cliffs, with loud acclaim. "Nelson's Victory." Anon.

The European Magazine, p. 83. When united in one, the harp, thistle, and rose. "The Islander's Song of Defiance." Dr. Gilchrist.

The Scots Magazine, p. 56. When war's dread trumpet sounds aloud. "A Soldier's Farewell." C.

Morning Post. Why weeps BRITANNIA? Why that clouded brow? "The Sorrows of Britain." Mr. Fox Cooper.


Morning Post. AH! why COLUMBIA! why so cross. "An Expostulatory Ode to America." Hafiz.

Morning Post. Hail, Muse, with me, that honour'd, sacred time. "Meditations of Arcas on my country." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 57. Have you heard of the Poacher, that's gone to the north, Sir?. "The Hunting of the Bear; Or, Buonaparte's Garland." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 67. If Denmark's Crown Prince had but studied Crown Law. "The Ship-Stealers." Polonius.

Morning Post. "No Morning Post!" is all the cry. "A Talent to the Wise Ones! or, the Revolutionist's New Song." Doodle Doo.

Morning Post. Now, Tyrant! triumph o'er the stifled press. "The Ghost of Palm to Bonaparte." Hafiz.

Morning Chronicle, p. 68. Our foe, like some avenging God. "Question." Ovid.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 161. Poor WILLIAM was landed at bonny Dumbarton. "Mary Marton." John Mayne.

Morning Post. PRINCELY offspring of BRAGANZA! "Extemporaneous Verses, the expulsion of the Prince Regent from Portugal by Gallic Tyranny." Hafiz.

Morning Post. SEDITION'S course the Apostate Parson ran. "The Will." A Tried Patriot.

Morning Post. Still does the trumpet's brazen throat. "Ode for his Majesty's Birth-Day, 1807." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post. STRIKE, strike the harp! to glory lift the strain! "The Battle of Maida." Sir George Dallas.

Morning Post. THO' Greece all the arts once display'd on her coast. "The English Man of War." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 97; Morning Post. Though Russia yield the well-contested day. "An Appeal to the Spirit of the Land." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. To TALLEYRAND spoke BONAPARTE—. "Lines." Earl of C---Y.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 169. Unrival'd o'er the boundless wave. "England's Pre-Eminence in Arms." Mr. Courtenay.

Morning Post. When loud and drear the tempests roar. "Ode for the New Year, 1807." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post. When lour'd the dark cloud o'er England's domain. "Lines on some Late Political Events." A Hants Freeholder.

The European Magazine, p. 94. WHILE conquest seats YOU on the throne of fame. "The Horrors of War." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 100. Who let the French escape? Was't you, Sir, or you! "Catch, now singing by the People, the Ministers, and the Three Great Commanders!!!" UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 69. Who says that MELVILLE CASTLEREAGH and CANNING; . "Unexampled Foresight!" Nous Verrons.

Morning Post. Ye Sons of Britain, fam'd in honour's cause. "Lines, occasioned by Bonaparte's remarking that the united efforts of England and France might conquer the whole world." X. T.


Morning Chronicle, p. 96. After orders receiv'd to this spot to repair. "Dispatch from Portugal." H. D.

Hull Packet, p. 34. And thou, rever'd and sympathizing land. "To Albion, on her Generous Support to the Spanish Patriots." UNKNOWN.

The Satirist, or Monthly Meteor, p. 3. ARISE, satiric Muse! Lo! Faction's band. "The Host of Faction." Britannicus.

Morning Chronicle, p. 90. As DICK and TOM, one tedious afternoon. "The Riddle Explained." Lingo.

Morning Post. As rolling Time awakes another Year. "Ode for the New Year." Hafiz.

Morning Post. Beyond the TYRANT'S grasp of power. "Ode. From the Tragedy of 'The Fall of Portugal, or the Royal Exiles'." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 84. BONEY. Why, zounds! Brother Joe! "Part of the Finale in the Tragi-Comic Farce Lately Acted in Bayonne." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. BRITON, approach with awe this hallowed shrine;. "Epitaph on General Wolfe." From Sim's edition of Mickle's poems.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 165. COCK of the North! at bottom truly game. "Sonnet to the King of Sweden." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 95. Curse on that hand, which from thy comrades tore. "Sir Arthur Wellesley." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Defenders of Liberty, brave Sons of Spain. "To the Patriots of Spain." Fingal.

The European Magazine, p. 101; Morning Post. DEGRADED Europe, in these awful times. "An Address to the Patriots of Spain." William Thomas Fitzgerald.

The Satirist, or Monthly Meteor, p. 7. "DESTRUCTION to the fell ferocious bands. "The Dawn of Spanish Liberty." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, pp. 86,87. Every movement (casuists sing). "Bonaparte in Love." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 101. Fate's hour is full. Within a narrow span. "The Pause of Expectation." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 170. From the white cliffs of Albion, dearest. "Song." By a Spanish Prisoner, set at Liberty and returned to his Native Country by the Generosity of Great-Britain.

Morning Chronicle, p. 75. "Had I been Dane," says Patriot YORKE. "Epigram." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 88. Hark! heard ye not won dismal roar—. "Ode for St. James's Day." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Her sons beneath the ruthless blade. "The Deliverance of Spain. Written for the Museodean Society, and read by the author at their first meeting at Freemasons' Hall." By the author at their first meeting at Freemasons' Hall (?).

Morning Post. How dare the foe advance th'assertion—. "Defense of the Talents." Punctum Saliens.

Morning Post. I EMPEROR NAP, Europe's grand Autocrat. "A Decree, de novo, By Emperor Nap Against John Bull." Dunicola.

Morning Chronicle, p. 89. If gen'rous Fox were living now. "The Immortal Memory and the Glorious Cause." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 81. It dawns! it dawns! the new spring day. "A Pindaric Effusion to the Cause of Spain and Europe." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. IS there one spark of generous feeling left. "Stanzas, occasioned by reading the King of Sweden's Declaration Against Russia." Hafiz.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 168. Mourn, Tyrant of Europe, for now sets thy star. "A War-Song, for the Spaniards." R. Rylance.

Morning Chronicle, p. 73. My LORDS and GENTLEMEN. "Draft of the Speech in Verse." UNKNOWN.

The Satirist, or Monthly Meteor, p. 5. No longer let us talk about the treasons hatch'd of old. "W---'s Intire, or All But Patriotism." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 168. Now with patriot ardour glowing. "Song for the Spanish Patriots." A modern.

Morning Chronicle, p. 98. Oblivion! soother of despair. "Ode to Oblivion." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. OH! let thy dark pages be unfurl'd! "The Sybil of Albion." Rosa Matilda.

Morning Post. Pale, pale, was her face and heart-piercing her cry. "The Maid of Portugal." Mr. Upton.

Morning Post. PURE Gem of Freedom that no bribes ---. "Sonnet to Sweden." Hafiz.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 169. Raise the Song to the Warriors of Spain. "The Spanish Patriots." Mr. Courtenay.

The Poetry of the World, p. 99. Resound, my lyre!—again resound!—. "The following lyrick in imitation of Erisna, The Lesbian, was written immdiately after the battle of thee Nile, on the victory of Lord Nelson." By Mrs. Bayley.

Morning Chronicle, p. 92. Roll, roll thy white waves, and enveloped in foam. "To the British Channel." R. Bloomfield.

The Satirist, or Monthly Meteor, p. 1. ROUSE! ye British brave to arms! "National Ode." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 164. SAD Lusitania, by false friends betray'd. "Verses occasioned by the Report that the Prince of Brazil, with the Royal Family of PORTUGAL, had determined, rather than submit to the Demands of the FRENCH, to embark for their Possessions in SOUTH AMERICA." A.Z.

Morning Chronicle, p. 90. Says one, at Paris, at NAPOLEON'S crew,. "Epigram." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. SCEPTICS! read, and feel conviction—. "Stanzas, occasioned by reading his Majesty's Declaration Against Russia." Hafiz.

Morning Post. Seize! seize! Castilians, seize the spear. "Address of a Spanish Chief, to his brave companions in arms." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Shout, warriors, shout, that Spain is free. "Ode." Mr. H. Fletcher.

Hull Packet, p. 33; Morning Post. SORELY rueing faith mistaken. "Ode to Spain." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 102. SPANIARDS, arouse! Let freedom's fire. "The Genius of Spain to the Patriots." Richard Hennah.

Morning Chronicle, p. 87. Spirit of Spain! I ask thy aid—. "The Spanish Patriot's Invocation on the Eve of Battle." T.G. Ingall.

Morning Post. SUCCESS, success unto the glorious cause of Liberty! "The Epoch of Glory. To the Champions of Liberty in Spain." Rosa Matilda.

Morning Post. THANKS, thanks, cher ami! for your efforts so kind. "A Metrical Letter, from Bonaparte's Invalids to the Bark-ing Orator." Punctum Saliens.

Morning Chronicle, p. 85. The foe pollutes our native land. "The Spanish War Song." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. The Patriot's Pray'r, and what doth this imply? "The Patriot's Prayer." Mr. Upton.

Morning Chronicle, p. 94. There was a time, when England's name. Untitled. UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. THUS Nations to their Ornaments unjust. "After Describing in Beautiful Verse the sad fate of many of our best poets, Mr. Fitzgerald proceeds:" Mr. Fitzgerald (?).

Morning Chronicle, p. 80. 'Tis true, my Lord, the plundered Danes. "On Lord C.'s Boasting of His Superior Dexterity in Stealing the Danish Ships." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 99. 'Twas eve, and o'er the billowy deep. "Valor's Requiem." Trafalgarius.

Morning Chronicle. We heed you not a feather;. "People." A.

Morning Chronicle, p. 104. What are funereal honours and decrees?. "Lines Made During the Procession to St. Paul's, for the Interment of Lord Nelson's Remains." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 79. When Freedom sunk into a dead repose. "Written on the Door of a House of Public Amusement in Paris." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. When plundering armies --- the field. "The Patriot's Dying Hour." By the author of "The Crisis."

Morning Post. When will your Honors' give us rest? "The Paper Mania. Address of Official Clerks to 'The Talents'." X.Y.Z.

Morning Post. Which is BONAPART'S road to Heaven. "Epigram." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. While to an ever-glorious grave. "Funeral Song for the Spanish Patriots." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 103. Ye friends of the valiant, attend to my lay. "The Blind Veteran." Trafalgarius.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 164. Yon Fleet so majestic adown Tagus steering. "On the Expatriation of the Court and Royal Family of Lisbon, in December, 1807." UNKNOWN.


Morning Post. A moment, com'rades, halt the bloody-stain'd bier. "Tribute to the memory of Lieutenant-Colonel Gordon, who fell in the Battle of Talavera." UNKNOWN.

Universal Magazine, p. 1. ADVANCE to the combat! brave patriots, advance! "The Spaniard's War-Song." William Tucker.

Morning Chronicle, p. 106. All met the festive board around. "Ministerial Triumphs." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Bellona's car again rolls o'er the plain;. "The Present State of Europe." Leopold.

Poetical Magazine, p. 2. BEWAIL no more, ye patriot Dons. "To the Spaniards, in 1809." J.H.

Morning Chronicle, p. 124. "Britons, who have humbled a Prince, will not be conquered by a Manager." "Placards." UNKNOWN.

Poetical Magazine, p. 9. CEASE, fruitless tears! Why, Britain, dost thou mourn? "A Poetical Effusion on the Death of Lord Nelson." J. Faulkner.

Morning Post. Cries the Corsican Tyrant, some SHIPS I must have. "Ships, Colonies, and Commerce. Or, Napoleon's Wishes on the Eve of being Accomplished." Teutha.

Morning Chronicle, p. 129; Morning Post. 'Ere this auspicious morn to Britain dear. "A Tribute to the Memory of the Illustrious Nelson." Trafalgarius.

Morning Post. FULL-ORB'D in equinoctial skies. "Ode for the New Year 1809." Henry James Pye.

The European Magazine, p. 103. HARK! the loud trumpet, from Iberia's shore. "On the Death of Sir John Moore." John Drinkwater.

Poetical Magazine, p. 10. HARK! 'tis the signal of retreat they sound—. "Descriptive Sketch of the Field of Battle." Samuel Elsdale.

Morning Post. ---Hark! 'Tis the voice of merriment—. "The New Year—1809. A Fragment in imitation of the style of Thompson." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 123. Here's the word with which thy Sire. "The Spanish Soldier's Widow's Address to her Son, Transmitted by an Officer in the Army Commanded by Gen. Craufurd." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 171. How are the mighty fall'n! how sunk the brave! "On the Death of Lieut-Gen. Sir John Moore." S. Elsdale.

Universal Magazine, p. 1. If manhood saw the flourish as in youth. "Lines on seeing in the Papers the Death of Captain CHARLES RAND, of the the 25th Regiment of Native Infantry, and Town Major of Seringapatam, who died at Bangalore in September 1808." Clio Rickman.

Poetical Magazine, p. 1. INFLAM'D with fierce fury, the Leader of France. "On the Successes of the Spaniards in 1808." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 109. Intrepid, firm, and void of fear,. "A Dirge Over the Hero who Fell at Corunna." RA. Rylance.

Morning Chronicle, p. 117. Men of Talavera! come—. "To the Memory of General Mackenzie, who fell in the Battle of Talavera." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 119. NAPOLEON sends his armies out. "The Contrast." W.B. (?)

The European Magazine, p. 107. No more shall BRITAIN boast her fleets alone. "Impromptu." Eyles Irwin.

Morning Post. O'er burning sands, from Acre's guarded wall. "Bonaparte's Egyptian Expedition." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Oft have you seen, upon the silver tide. "Address." Mr. Eyre.

Morning Post. Pillow'd on his arms he lies. "The Warrior." Rosa Matilda.

Morning Chronicle, p. 111. Pledge to the much-lov'd land that gave us birth. Untitled. Mr. Campbell.

Morning Post. Promiscuous death around they send. "The Battle of Talavera. Further extract from this admiral poem." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 20. Raise, Britain! raise thy sea-encircled head! Untitled. UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Sanguine and dubious was the fight. "Aspern." UNKNOWN.

Universal Magazine. So of mud, of Sluys, and Scheld. Untitled. UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Spain and Britain, fam'd in story. "Song, sung at an entertainment lately given by the Admiral of the Spanish army at Cadiz to the officers of the British squadron: translated from the Spanish." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 104; Morning Post. SPAIN, justly fam'd in gallant story. "Song, commemorative of the death of Sir John Moore." Major Topham.

Morning Chronicle, p. 124. Still let us arm 'gainst England's foe,. "On a Late Duel." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 126. Strike the Lyre in lofty strains. "Ode." P--R.

Morning Chronicle, p. 125. Sure we've made a nice pretty campaign on't. "Perceval's Proclamation." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 128. The anchor's weigh'd, the ship's unmoor'd. "Fort Lillo; or, The Dream." O. W. B.

Morning Chronicle, p. 115. The day had dawn'd, the sun was low. "Talavera." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. The French stole out. "Song, on Lord Cochrane's late glorious achievement in Basque roads." Hafiz.

Morning Post. The good man reposes by fears untormented. "The Moonstruck Warrior. (Written after reading one of Bonaparte's late bulletins.) B.

Morning Chronicle, p. 121. "The King of France, with forty thousand men. "On the Grand Expedition and its Ulterior Object." E. G.

Morning Chronicle, p. 118. Toll for the brave! "For the Morning Chronicle." Cowper.

Poetical Magazine, p. 5. 'Twas on the Boetis flow'ry side. "Ode. A scene near Seville." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 110. Unchecked by regards of duration or distance. Untitled. C.

Morning Post. Warriors and Chieftains famed—this noble zeal. "Speech of Bernardo Del Cartio to his army. From Mr. Belfour's poem of 'Spanish Heroism; or the Batttle of Roncesvalles'." Mr. Belfour.

Morning Chronicle, p. 114. What a pompous parade? what a wonderful rout? "On a Late Ministerial Expedition, alias Boating Party that came back in a hurry." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 177. When first stern Mars, with pestilential breath. "Reflections occasioned by the present state of Europe." Oscar.

The European Magazine, p. 106. When Gallia's tyrant on Hispania's land. "The Fall of Saragossa." Johannes.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 171. When is it fit that Albion's Isle. "Stanzas upon the death of Lieut-gen. Sir John Moore, who fell in the Arms of Victory in the Battle of Corunna." Demonsthenes (?).

Morning Chronicle, p. 107. When lightnings flash athwart th'aerial gloom. "Spain Reviving." Rev. J. Brown.

Morning Chronicle, p. 116. When Spaniards, roused by Heav'n's command. Untitled. Rev. Doctor Collins.

Morning Chronicle, p. 122. When the Hero of Flushing to England shall come. Untitled. UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 174. While Europe with dejected eye. "Ode for his Majesty's Birth-Day." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post. While Tyrants who Countries have deluged in blood. "Song." By a member of the Light House Volunteers Corps.

Morning Post. WHOE'ER asserts JOHN BULL is sinking. "John Bull Afloat." Paddy Bull.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 36. YEARS and their offspring o'er my fancy roll. "Britain." Scio.

Hull Packet, p. 35. Ye Preceptors, no longer perplex pupil's senses. "The New French Grammar Analyzed." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 174. Yes, Freedom! yes, thy voice I hear. "Invocation to Freedom." Joseph Blacket.

Morning Chronicle, p. 112. You say, my friend, that every day. "To the Editor of the Morning Chronicle." By the author of the New Bath Guide.


Morning Post; Morning Chronicle, p. 144. Again the slow revolving year. "The Minstrel's Dirge." Trafalgarius.

Morning Post. AH! wretched spot by Nature's hand unblest. "Walcheren." Rosa Matilda.

Morning Chronicle, p. 140. And now appear'd the bridal Queen. Untitled. UNKNOWN.

Poetical Magazine, p. 16. Bless'd be the day, when, bright on Danube's shore. "On the Late Battles on the Danube." Liberus.

Morning Post. Blest were the days when vict'ry smil'd. "Massena's Soliloquy previous to commencing his late retreat." A.B.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 179. BRENNAW, couch thy mountain spear. "Hoffer's Address to his Countrymen." J.W.L.B.

Poetical Magazine, p. 19. Britons! another laurel-leaf. "Talavera." J. King.

Morning Post. BROTHERS BULL, pray, take care. "A Few Words of Advice from Mr. John Bull, of the crown and sceptre, in old palace-yard, to his neighbours and fellow-citizens." John Bull (?).

Morning Post. Ere yet, mid Ithedecyna's bowers. "Ode for the New Year 1810." Henry James Pye.

Morning Post. Fancy returns on timorous wing again. "Pictures of War. The House after the Battle." Hafiz.

Morning Post. Frenchmen! high acts, said BONAPARTE, invite. "The Siege of Acre." Mrs. Cowley.

Morning Post. Hark! the mighty cannon's roar. "The King of Sweden." D.T.

Morning Chronicle, p. 142. Hid 'midst the folds of Victory's laurel wreath. "Lines to the Memory of Lieut. --- --- Townley, of his Majesty's Ship L'Armide, who fell victorious on the 4th May, 1810." A.I.M.

The European Magazine, p. 110. How! cast, 'like Remus, naked on the world,'. "Eulogy." Catharine Bayley.

Morning Post. If nations e'er bestow the grateful tear. "Tribute of Loyalty." Oxoniensis.

Poetical Magazine, p. 21. Long have I sung, in mournful strain. "An Irregular Ode." W.C.

Morning Post. Noble IBERIA! could a poet's zeal. "Sonnet, to the Spanish Patriots." Hafiz.

Morning Chronicle, p. 132. O'er the Rulers of State. "The Administration." By a sea-faring politician.

The European Magazine, p. 108. Oh, glorious day! yet cannot Britons hear. "On the Death of Lord Nelson, and the Battle of Trafalgar." R.S.W.

Morning Chronicle, p. 139. Peace to the mem'ry of the valiant dead—. "Britannia's Tears." Trafalgarius.

Morning Post. Pity the sorrows of a Patriot brave. "The Patriot's Petition. A New Year's gift for a disappointed Colonel." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Raise the song of British glory. "Ode, performed at the last meeting of the Beef-Steak Club, in Dublin." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, pp. 180, 181. Spent with want, fatigue, and anguish. "On a Late Noble Action." An Orphan.

Morning Post. The Muse, on Fancy's eagle pinion borne. "Pictures of War. The Hour Before the Battle." Hafiz.

Poetical Magazine, p. 15. The sea-mew wakes his wildest cry. "The Conquerors of Walcheron—A Dirge." W. Holloway.

Morning Post, p. 25. 'The Talents' are beat;. "The Talents' Consistency." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Though FACTION, with her hideous band. "Ode, on the Anniversary of the Birth-Day of Mr. Pitt." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 182. WARRIOR! for thee I twine this votive wreath;. "Sonnet to Lord Wellington." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 135. We now are met, in grave deliberation. "Extracts from the Grand Romantic Tragic Drama." UNKNOWN.

Poetical Magazine, p. 11. What ills attend the ruthless reign of WAR! "On War." J.P.T.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 183. When the proud Tyrant, pausing from his toil. "Extemporaneous Lines, written immediately on reading of Lord Wellington's Defeat of Massena's Army." Mr. Pratt.

Morning Post. Who has not heard of HANNIBAL'S great name? "The Warrior's Fate." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. With all a mother's grief and heart-felt pain. "On the Death of Lord Collingwood." F.W.


Morning Chronicle, p. 161. Bards tells us, in the realms below. "On the Victory of Marmont." C.

Morning Post. Britons united may the World withstand! Extract from: "An Address to the Literary Fund, Anno 1808." W.T. Fitzgerald.

Morning Post. Britons, another laurel leaf. "Ode on the Battle of Talavera, written in 1809." David Todd, private in the Poems; Mary Russell Mitfordst regiment.

Morning Chronicle, p. 165. Clio, awake, and sweep the lyre. "Ode to the Marquis of Wellington." T.T.

Morning Chronicle, p. 146. Come on brother Soldier! the field is now ended(?);. "Chanson de Corps." Capt. Morrice.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 187. Could Birth or Talents, or ev'n Virtue save. "The Triumvirate of Worthies." Anth. Fothergill.

Morning Chronicle, p. 166. Could we those happy days restore. "Lines, written after reading the article on peace in the Edinburgh Review." F.M.(?)

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 188. England weeps for thee, Portugal! "Portugal. An Ode." Mary Russell Mitford.

Morning Post. From Lusitania's fields renown'd. "Marshal Beresford's Return." J.R.B.

Morning Post. "Go," said the Tyrant swell'd with pride. "The Flight of Massena! or, The Prophet Mistaken." Hafiz.

Morning Post. Good Gentlemen Deputies, as yon besought me. "Bonaparte's Late Speech, to the Legislative Body." Camillus.

Morning Chronicle, pp. 157,158,159. Great News from Portugal!—Great News!—Great News!. "Broad Hints: A Political Satire." Leopold Lash'em.

Morning Chronicle, p. 150. Hard of heart, and proud of mind. "On Napoleon's "Peal of Thunder"." R.A.(?)

Morning Post. His aid is murder in disguise; . "Bonaparte. From a poem just published, entitled "The Consolations of Erin." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 148. Let Ireland exult in her heroes victorious. "Graham of Balgowan." John Mayne.

Morning Chronicle, p. 151. —Liberty, when fierce vindictive foes. "Extracts from Robinson's Tyrolese Villagers." UNKNOWN.

Poetical Magazine, p. 28. Nurs'd by the band of factious Liberty. "The Parting of Louis XVI from his Family." J. C.

Morning Post. O yield my lyre! one ditty more. "The Battle of Barrosa. From a volume of poems, entitled 'The Battles of Danube, &c.'" J.G.

Morning Chronicle, p. 155. O'er dauntless NELSON'S cold, sepultral urn. "Anniversary of the Victory of Trafalgar." Trafalgarius.

Morning Post. Oh, Erin! could I touch the chord. "The Conflict of Albuera. The following lines are extracted from a Poem entitled 'The Conflict of Albuera,' which will be published in the course of the present month." By the author of "The Battles of the Danube and Barrosa." J.G.

Morning Post. Oh thou best good by Virtue sought. "To Liberty." J.R.B.

Morning Post. O'KEEFE! accept the tribute of a tear. "On the Lamented Death of Major O'Keefe, of the 12th (Late of the Royal) regiment, who was killed at the attack of the isle of France." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 113; Morning Post. On rush'd THE FOE, at break of day. "The Battle of Albuera; or Beresford and Victory!" William Thomas Fitzgerald.

Morning Chronicle, p. 153; Morning Post. On the proud heights which look o'er Tagus flood. "On the Retreat of the French from the Heights of Santarem, in Portugal." UNKNOWN.

Poetical Register & Repository, p. 48. Roll, roll thy white waves, and envelop'd in foam. "Address to the British Channel." Robert Bloomfield.

Monthly Magazine, p. 10c. Still must fierce Mars pervade the main. "Ode to Peace." E. Duncannon.

Morning Chronicle, p. 147; Morning Post. The blow is struck!—the awful conflict's o'er. "Wellington's Triumph and Portugal Relieved." William Thomas Fitzgerald.

Morning Post. The dark clouds had begun to low'r. "The following lines are extracted from a poem, intitled, 'The Conflict of Albuera,' which will shortly be published by the author of 'The Battles of the Danube and Barrosa.'" UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. The REAL PATRIOT is a man of soul! "The Patriot." Rosa Matilda.

The European Magazine, pp. 115,116. The lyrist now her blooming chaplets brings. "Elogy." Catharine Bayley.

Morning Post. "The vultures of war on the forest trees brood. "Lines on reading the letter of an officer's wife to her husband at Elvas." J.R.B.

Morning Post. The woes of a Spaniard whose heart true to glory. "The Spaniard's Complaint." T.

Morning Chronicle, p. 154. Thy patriot bands by British science taught. Untitled. UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 186. 'Tis sweet to chaunt the joys of early Spring. "The Battle of Barrosa." John Gordon.

Morning Post. When Britain's Heroes wage with Gallic foes. "Lines on General Graham's splendid victory over the French on the heights of Barrosa." M.

Morning Post. When Dr. Last the tooth-ache was to cure. "The Radical Reformers; or, A Way to Cure the British Constitution." UNKNOWN.

Poetical Magazine, p. 23. When first stern Mars with pestilential breath. "Lines Occassioned by the State of Europe." W.C.**E.

Morning Post. When shall the reign of crime be o'er. "From a volume of unpublished poems." By the author of "The Battles of the Danube and Barrosa." J.G.

Morning Post. When the Monarch of Britain benignantly sail'd. "The Retreat; or, The Brave Child of Liberty." By an Old Naval Officer.

Morning Post. When the Sons of a FREDERICK at France were dismay'd. "The Isle of the Ocean is Tyranny's Foe." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 149; Morning Post. While ling'ring o'er the couch of pale disease. "On the Death of Colonel Barclay." Amicus.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 186; Morning Post. While ruin'd Nations heave the inward groan. "The Battle of Barrosa, and Massena's Retreat." William Thomas Fitzgerald.

Morning Chronicle, p. 152. While the SAILORS of ENGLAND command on the main. "Liberty's Coast." William Thomas Fitzgerald.

Morning Post. Whilst threatening round appears the lowering storm. "Our Country's Glory." Smallshot.

Morning Post. Who shall awake the Spartan fife. "The Expediency of Employing Bodies of Pikemen in the War of Spain. A fragment." Encrispalus.

Morning Post. Wise, has the REGENT form'd his plan. "Cursory Thoughts on the Present Moment." V.


The European Magazine, p. 120. Angels of glory! who attend the brave. "Dirge, on the forth thousand Russians who perished in the Battle of Borodino, 7th September, 1812." Eyles Irwin.

Morning Chronicle, p. 168. "Bless every man possessed of aught to give; . "A Loyal Effusion." William Thomas Fitzgerald.

Morning Chronicle, p. 163. But think not, France, we wish to see restor'd. "Napoleon." Rev. C. Cotton.

London Chronicle, p. 9. Cries Buonaparte, if it's fine. "Buonaparte's Council of War at Wilna." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 170. Ere borne by Time with years beyond the flood. "Anniversary of the Victory of Trafalgar." Trafalgarius.

Hull Packet, p. 39. From the war-wasted scene where Oppression bears away. "Song." M.A. Shee (?).

Hull Packet, p. 38. Hail, gallant chief! impervious shield of Spain! Untitled. UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 167. "Hail glorious Edifice, stupendous work! Untitled. William Thomas Fitzgerald.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 189. Hark! the deep mouth'd Cannon's sound. "The Battle of Salamanca." William Thomas Fitzgerald.

The European Magazine, p. 121.  In dread and doubt we saw Ambition's slave. "On the Retreat of the French in Russia." Adolescens.

Morning Post; Gentleman's Magazine, p. 195. In the visions of the night, when fancy was dreaming. "Liberty; a Dream." Anna.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 192. INSATIATE fiend! whom slaughter never tires. "To Buonaparte." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 191. O THOU! who thro' the darksome way. "Evening." W.C.L.

Morning Chronicle, p. 171. Our Regent has been pleased of late. "Epigram. The Earl and the Marquis." UNKNOWN.

London Chronicle, p. 10. Senor, can a Spanish lady. "The Spanish Lady." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 119. SHORES! where Atlantic billows lave. "Lines." W.S. Watson.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 193. Though sick with toil, yet bold of heart. "On the Death of Lieut-Col. Squire; who fell a victim to fatigue, whilst on his duty in Spain." Miles (?).

The European Magazine, p. 118. WEAVE yet another wreath for Valour's son;. "Badajoz." S.W.X.Z.

Morning Chronicle, p. 169. When BRITAIN out of ocean sprang. "Freedom—Independence—Truth." UNKNOWN.

London Chronicle, p. 11. While feuds and contentions continue to rage. "The Marquis of Wellington." Philanthropist.


Champion, p. 6. Again Bellona's blood-stain'd ear. "Probationary Ode." By a Candidate for the Laureatship.

Morning Post. Ah! dull and feeble burn'd awhile. "The Triumph of Freedom." Hafiz.

Morning Post. As MARIA LOUISA lay pond'ring in bed. "Bonaparte's Return to Paris, Incog." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 187. As recruits, in these times, are not easily got. "Reinforcements for Lord Wellington." UNKNOWN.

Monthly Magazine, p. 13. Blest is the man who dares, unaw'd by fear. "Freedom." M. Prendergast.

Morning Post. BONAPARTE flew off in a pet. "The Flight." H.

London Chronicle, p. 14. Brave son of Erin! whilst thy fail. "A Tribute to the Memory of Captain Dubourdieu." Hafiz.

London Chronicle, p. 14. By no mean pride, no prejudice confin'd. "Address, intended to have been spoken by Mr. Young, at the King's Theatre, on the 15th ult."  UNKNOWN.

Dinmore; Select & Fugitive Poetry. Cadogan, wounded in the fight. "Vittoria." J. Mayne.

Morning Post. Chief of the Isle! whose dauntless might. "Song." By the author of the "Rival Roses; or Wars of York and Lancaster." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 125. Children of Albion give The Starting tear; . "On the Death of Lord Tyrconnell." S.W.X.Z.

Morning Post. Could'st thou not, Tyrant! had some other means. "Apostrophe to Bonaparte." Dr. H.

The European Magazine, p. 129. Despair has seiz'd th' intrusive king;. "The Bard of the Pyrenees." UNKNOWN.

Champion, p. 10. Dim thro' the wild Atlantic storm. "On the Death of General Moreau." UNKNOWN.

The Scots Magazine, p. 62. Farewell, gentle youth, modest stranger, farewell. "Lines addressed to a French Officer, on his being allowed, from indisposition, to return to France." Matilda.

Morning Post. Full thirteen days the Hero ran. "Epigram on Napoleon's Flight from the Field of Battle." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Hail well united Friends! a band more sacred. "To the Allies." John Gorton.

Morning Post. Hail! WELLINGTON! the great, the wise, the good. "England's Glory." Anna.

Morning Post. Hark! hark! ------. "The Triumph of Russia." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 122. He falls! He falls! No more to rise:. "Invasion Repelled." Britannicus.

Morning Post. Heroes in Arms! pursue your glorious plan. Untitled. William Thomas Fitzgerald.

London Chronicle, p. 15. High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you! "A Prophecy." W. Wordsworth.

The European Magazine, p. 130; Dinmore; Select & Fugitive Poetry. High mounts The Star of Spain!—o'er southern skies. "Vittoria." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 132. ---'His sword the brave man draws. "The Soldier's Farewell." W.J. Watson.

London Chronicle, p. 13. --- King Joseph sat scratching his pate. "The Last Cannon." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Lo! at their despot's potent call advance. "From the Shades. Works of the dead revised by themselves. The Campaign in Russia." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Napoleon long has rul'd the roast. "Napoleon Nonplust." Hafiz.

The European Magazine, p. 142. Not long shall war disturb the world—. "The Prospect of Peace." Eyles Irwin.

The Meteor 1813-1814, p. 2. No! tyrant, no; thou cans't not, dar'st not, brave. "Acrostic." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 122. Now sunk the sun, the gentle zephyrs play. "The Patriot's Prayer." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Oh! when shall war's protracted horrors cease. "Stanzas, sugested by a review of the present eventful period." Hafiz.

Morning Post. Of Russian youths how proud his lot. "Orloff, the Russian Patriot." Lord Trimblestown.

The European Magazine, p. 127. Our age has seen the western world advance. "Lines." John Grenfell.

Thomas Moore. So gently in peace Alcibiades smiled. "Lord Wellington and the Ministers." Thomas Moore.

The European Magazine, p. 133. Soul of the Chief! whose glory-crested name. "Lines on the Death of General Moreau." John Ambrose Williams.

Morning Post; Dinmore; Select & Fugitive Poetry. Strike, British Bards, the patriot lyre. "The Battle of Vittoria." William Thomas Fitzgerald.

Morning Post. The British soldier nerves his arm. "The British Soldier." Mr. Upton.

Morning Chronicle, pp. 178,179; Champion. The Duke to the Emperor offer'd his fist. "To the Editors of the Morning Chronicle." F.S.N.D.

Dinmore; Select & Fugitive Poetry. The love of country, glowing in the mind. "Let Russia's Triumph Rouse the World to Arms!" William Thomas Fitzgerald.

Champion, p. 1. The praise of courts, and pride of kings. Untitled. Arthur O'Connor.

Morning Post. The Warrior leaves his native home. "The Warrior's Fame." Mr. Upton.

English Caricature & Satire, Ashton, p. 1. This little Boney says he'll come. "New Bellman's Verses for Christmas 1803!" UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. To Russia BONEY went. "A New Droll Song." J. Thompson.

Morning Post. Turn thou, that heard the Tyrant's mighty boast. "On the Retreat of Bonaparte." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. 'Twas eve—and over Moskwa's stream. "Napoleon in Moscow." George Frederic Busby.

The European Magazine, p. 131. Well singed with fire, with ice chains bound. "The Eagle's Fate." H. W.

Morning Post. What Briton's heart so dead and cold. "Lines on the Present Cheering Prospects of Europe." Owen Ap Hoel.

The European Magazine, p. 137. What splendor marks the Hyperborean field. "Napoleon Ex Moscova Incensa Fugiens, Anno 1812." J. Grenfell.

Morning Post. When England her head in the ocean first reared. "Tyranny's Knell." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. When ere Corunna's bloody day. "On General Hope Taking the Command of an Army in France." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. When thousands fell upon th'embattled plain. "Bonaparte." Helen.

Morning Post. When we behold each action fam'd and bright. "Lines on the glorious events by a young lady in her fourteenth year." Helen.

Monthly Magazine, p. 16. Why dost thou linger thus, O morning sun? "A Song of Freedom." UNKNOWN.

Monthly Magazine, p. 15. Yes, let the thoughtless crowd rejoice. "Lines, Written During an Illumination for a Victory." S. Dacre.


London Chronicle, p. 16. A momentary trance comes over me. Untitled. Mr. Wordsworth.

Morning Post. Amid confusion and dismay's wild reign. "Epistle, from the Emperor Napoleon to Frederick, King of Soxony." Owen Ap Hoel.

Champion, p. 28. At length, War's desolating banner furl'd. Untitled. J . Arnold.

Morning Post. An Emp'ror no more, I am glad your intention. "Bonaparte's Petition." N. Bonaparte.

Morning Post. An unfortunate Exile, grief-worn and lost. "Humble Petition of Napoleon Bonaparte to H.R.H. the British Prince Regent." Napoleon Bonaparte.

Morning Post. At length enough! oh retributive Fate! "Letter from Napoleon to Maria Louisa." Rosa Matilda.

The Scots Magazine, p. 66. At length th' Almighty to our prayers. "On the Return of the Peace." William Wight.

Morning Post; Champion, p. 28. At length, War's desolating banner furl'd. "Occasional Address." S.J. Arnold.

Morning Post. Attention I crave while I venture to state. "Wellington For Ever!—Huzza!" UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 216. Blind as I am, methinks a camp I view—. "The Soliloquy of a Sailor." All My Eye.

The Scots Magazine, p. 64. BONAPARTE'S gat a fa,' "Auld Times Back Again." B.

Morning Post. Do I dream! or do I wake! "Irregular Lines on Napoleon Bonaparte." Rosa Matilda.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 202. Brave Sons of France, you once could keenly feel. "The White Cockade." William Thomas Fitzgerald.

London Chronicle, p. 18. Emblem of England's ancient faith. "To an Oak Tree." Walter Scott.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 203. FOIL'D at each point,—his noblest schemes undone. Taken from a Military Poem, intitled "The Campaign." John Gwilliam.

Monthly Magazine, p. 19. Full twenty years hath havock-breathing WAR. "Appeal Against War." By a Member of the Academy of the Arcadians.

The New Monthly Magazine, p. 5. Go, fiend accurst! to Elba's shore. "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte." J. M. Bartlett.

Champion, p. 207. Had prudence mark'd his reign. "The Exile of Elba: A Poem on the Downfall of Buonaparte and his Dynasty." John Gwilliam.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 209. HAIL! glorious Aera of returning joys! "Lines on occasion of the proposed Thanksgiving for the Conclusion of Peace with FRANCE." Mason Chamberlin.

Morning Post. Hero, hail! thy task of glory. "Wellington's Welcome." Hafiz.

Morning Post. His scatter'd numbers the pale Despot calls. "Bonaparte." Glanville.

The European Magazine, p. 139. How has the mighty Troubler ceas'd!. "Anticipation of the Epicedium, or Funeral Song, in Commemoration of Napoleon Buonaparte." Britannicus.

The Meteor 1813-1814; The Scots Magazine; Examiner, p. 5. Huzza, my boys! our friends the Dutch have risen. "Orange Boven." UNKNOWN.

London Chronicle, p. 23. Iberia! once 'mid scepter'd nations high. "Iberia." W.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 206. Ill-minded man! why scourge thy kind. Anonymous Poem that has been attributed to Lord Byron.

Champion, p. 13; Gentleman's Magazine, p. 201; Morning Post. In happy hour doth he receive. "Carmen Triumphale." Robert Southey.

Morning Post. In vain, oh Bards! great BLUCHER's feats ye praise; —. "The Battle of Laon." J.O.P--RR--H.

Morning Post. In war, the Bard in lofty strains. "England and her Brave Allies." Mr. Parry.

The New Monthly Magazine, p. 3. INSPIRING Muse of History;. "Ode on occasion of the late Visit of the PRINCE REGENT, the EMPEROR OF RUSSIA, and KING OF PRUSSIA, to the University of Oxford." John Hughes.

Morning Post. Is Victory's trumpet then to silence hush'd? "On the Death of General Ross." P.V. Le Noir.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 205. Little Nap Horner. "Impromptu." J.M.E.

Monthly Magazine, p. 22. ---Look'd, and saw dark towers of rugged stone. "The Taking of the Bastille." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Maid of every calls delight. "Ode to Peace" Glanville.

Morning Post. Nothing he was;. "Answer to 'Nihil Fuit.'; Acrostic." Marc Anthony.

Champion, p. 23. Ne'er till that awful time had Europe seen. "Ode to the King of Prussia." Robert Southey.

Morning Post. Now hush'd is the blood-streaming tempest of war. "Ode to the British Navy, on the restoration of peace to Europe." W.E.

The European Magazine, p. 140. Now hush'd the rude tumult that darken'd the sky. "Wellington. A National Ode." F.C.S.

Morning Post. Of a Peace which Old England has brought to disgrace. "The Thirteen Stripes; Being an excellent new song on the present peace." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 200. Oh, for a son of bright-eyed glory. "Ode recited in the Theatre, Oxford, June 15, 1814." John Taylor Coleridge.

London Chronicle, p. 22. Oh! there's not in the wide world a Nation or State. "The British Isles." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Perverse, ungrateful, odious France, farewell! "Napoleon's Farewell to France." Hafiz.

Champion, p. 23. Rightly may'st thou rejoice. "Ode to the Prince Regent." Robert Southey.

Champion, p. 24. Roused as thou wert with insult and with wrong. "Ode to the Emperor Alexander." Robert Southey.

The European Magazine, p. 136. See Boney the tyrant all shaven and shorn. "On Buonaparte." J.B.

The New Monthly Magazine, p. 6. See! the mad spirit of the storm. "The Bourbons." An Anti-Corsican.

London Chronicle, p. 20. Sing the song of Roncesvalles. "Roncesvalles." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Still fearless, as the tempest rav'd. "Europe Sav'd—A Song." J.W. Lake.

Morning Post. Stop, Passenger! nor pass this spot. "Epitaph on Napoleon Bonaparte, erected on a dunghill in the island of Edba, 1815." M.G.Y.

The European Magazine, p. 141. The downfall of Boney has made a great noise,. "Song. A.B.C." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle, p. 206. The gunpowder dealers began to complain. "Squib." UNKNOWN.

Champion, p. 207. "The hour of blood is past. "Ode on the Deliverance of Europe." J.H. Merivale.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 208. The Tyrant's downfall is the world's release. "The Tyrant's Downfall." William-Thomas Fitzgerald.

Monthly Magazine, p. 18. The victor's brows with laurel crown'd. "Written in St. Paul's Cathedral, on seeing the Monuments raised by Parliament to the Memory ofour Naval and Military Heroes." Jas. Jennings.

London Chronicle, p. 21. There is a tear for all that die. "On the Death of Sir Peter Parker." Lord Byron.

Monthly Magazine, p. 19. Tir'd of the din of WAR, and troubled cries. "The Voice of Europe in 1814." Abraham Kyna (?).

Monthly Magazine, p. 21. 'Tis done!—Britannia's glories fade. "On Hearing that Great Britain had sent a force to blockade the ports of Norway." P.T.O.

Champion, p. 19. 'Tis done—but yesterday a king!. "Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte." Lord Byron (is generally understood to be the author of the following ode).

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 206. Well has thy course the high intent  fulfill'd! "Buonaparte." UNKNOWN.

Champion, p. 25. When England, old England, undaunted and free. "Jonathan and the Lion." UNKNOWN.

The European Magazine, p. 138. When Neptune saw Britannia rise. "A Sequel to 'Rule Britannia'." H.W.

The New Monthly Magazine, p. 2. Where shall the meek-eyed nymph be found. "Peace; an Ode." C. Gray.

Morning Post. While Europe, redeem'd from fierce Tyranny's sway. "Song." The Author of the Public Joy, and the Disturbers of Domestic Tranquility.

The New Monthly Magazine, p. 4. Who would not be in love with Britain and good order?. "The Happy Contrast, between November 30, 1792, and April 30, 1814." UNKNOWN.

The New Monthly Magazine, p. 4. Who would not be in love with Britain and good order? Whose energy hath pav'd the way of peace. "The following intended for the Spring Meeting, 30th April, 1814, eight days after Louis XVIII left this Metropolis to restore happiness to France." UNKNOWN.

London Chronicle, p. 24. Whose beauteous form is this, whose heav'nly visage. "To Approaching Peace." John Gorton.

Champion, p. 12. --- wretched that I am. "A Hint for the Laureat." Robert Southey.

Champion, p. 26. Yes, Boney, you might still have hurl'd. "Patent Snuffers Exploded, or a Hint to the Commisioners at Elba." UNKNOWN.


Gentleman's Magazine, p. 217. A trembling hand had arm'd her son,. "Addressed to a mourning Mother, six weeks after the Battle of Waterloo." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Adieu, lonely Elba, thou eye-sore to me. "Bonaparte's Adieu to Elba." J.M.

The European Magazine, p. 144. ...And should DEGRADED FRANCE his cause maintain. UNKNOWN. (FRAGMENT)

The New Monthly Magazine, p. 22. At Malmaison, the Corsican of bloody deeds. "Waterloo; or, Pat's Peep at the Field of Battle." J. Lee Lewes.

Champion, p. 33. Britannia's Son thy headstrong fury braves. "Ode." UNKNOWN.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 210. Fain would my timid Muse rehearse. "Historical Parallel: Henry the Eighth and Buonaparte." T. Ramsnes.

Champion, p. 34. Fair Bussels, thou art far behind. "Field of Waterloo." Walter Scott.

Champion, p. 37. France at last breathes. "Parisiana. No. 5." UNKNOWN.

Morning Chronicle. Gone is the mighty soldier's power,. "Napoleon." P. Cornwall.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 215. GREAT God of Armies! God of Heaven! "Victory." William Collins.

Morning Post. Hush'd was the din of arms and fierce debate;. "Lines on Bonaparte's Return to Paris." S.M.B.

Morning Post. Lives there to France no gallant soul. "On Bonaparte and War Returning to France." Murray.

Morning Post. NAPOLEON the GREAT, you and JEROME and JOE. "To Bonaparte." UNKNOWN.

Monthly Magazine, p. 25. O THAT thy vengeance wou'd thy foes o'ertake. "To Freedom." M. Prendergast.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 216. O'er the vale of thy birth the calm. "Lines addressed to Major-Gen. Sir Hussey Vivian, K.C.B. on his Return to Truto, July 27, 1815." Mr. Polwhele.

The European Magazine, p. 143. OH! For that 'Muse of Fire!' Whose burning pen,. "Address in honour of the Immortal Wellington." S.J. Arnold.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 212. RENEW the strain of gratulation loud. "On the Victories of the Duke of Wellington." M. Chamberlin.

Morning Chronicle, p. 235. Soft-blowing zephyrs, slow-descending. "Air, to be Sung this Evening in the 'Liberation of Germany,' at Drury-Lane." Hon. Douglas Kinnaird.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 215. SWEET Nurse of Hope, thou healing power. "Ode to Liberty." Charles Abbot.

The New Monthly Magazine, p. 23. ...The bubble broke; 'twas past a joke; for. UNKNOWN. (FRAGMENT)

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 217. There are who sigh from martial fame. "A Wish." UNKNOWN.

Morning Post. Thy plains, Oh Fontainbleau, beheld a sight. "On the Recent Events." Walter Clark.

Morning Post. "Tyrant! wake! and Tyrant, rise. "Bonaparte and the Wierd Sisters." Rosa Matilda.

Morning Chronicle, p. 254. Whene'er contending Princes fight. "Extempore on the Late War." W.H.H.

Morning Post. Who did his sacred oath advance. "Lines." G--S.

Gentleman's Magazine, p. 215. Ye brave who fell in Flanders' land. "A Dirge, to the Memory of the Dead at Waterloo." By a lady. E.


Monthly Magazine, p. 26. Such was the man, who, fir'd with patriot zeal. "Inscription for a Statue of the Late Don Juan Diaz Porlier, General of the Spanish Armies." Frederick Thornhill.