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1931. Tis done he's crowned and one bright martyr more

First Line:
Tis done he's crowned and one bright martyr more
Last Line:
But heaven his death in thunder groaned aloud
DMI number:
29905

1932. Tis fit the English reader should be told

First Line:
Tis fit the English reader should be told
Last Line:
He's seldom old that will not be a child
Author:
Edmund Waller (Absolute)
DMI number:
23923

1933. Tis good in youth to serve the lord

First Line:
Tis good in youth to serve the lord
Last Line:
Until the body's full of pain
DMI number:
26499

1934. Thy pains are ended and thy sorrows over

First Line:
Thy pains are ended and thy sorrows over
Last Line:
But joy shall visit my sad heart no more
DMI number:
34158

1935. Thy parents have desired me

First Line:
Thy parents have desired me
Last Line:
Tell what thou wert and what thou art
DMI number:
38056

1936. Thy relics Rowe to this fair shrine we trust

First Line:
Thy relics Rowe to this fair shrine we trust
Last Line:
What a whole thankless land to his denied
Author:
Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:
7407

1937. Thy relics Rowe to this fair urn we trust

First Line:
Thy relics Rowe to this fair urn we trust
Last Line:
What a whole thankless land to his denies
Author:
Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:
23941

1938. Thy relics Rowe to this sad shrine we trust

First Line:
Thy relics Rowe to this sad shrine we trust
Last Line:
That holds their ashes and expects her own
Author:
Alexander Pope (Confident)
DMI number:
25296

1939. Thy relics Rowe to this sad shrine we trust

First Line:
Thy relics Rowe to this sad shrine we trust
Last Line:
Thy soul enjoys the liberty it loved
Author:
Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:
32438

1940. Thy relics Rowe to this sad shrine we trust

First Line:
Thy relics Rowe to this sad shrine we trust
Last Line:
What a whole thankless land to his denies
Author:
Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:
26038