| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Ballad | Patrick astore, what news upon the town? | | 20 | 335 |
| 2: A Ballad On The Game Of Traffic | My Lord, to find out who must deal, | 1699 | 28 | 181 |
| 3: A Ballad To The Tune Of The Cut-Purse | Once on a time, as old stories rehearse, | 1702 | 33 | 203 |
| 4: A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed. | Corinna, pride of Drury-Lane, | 1731 | 74 | 270 |
| 5: A Character, Panegyric, And Description Of The Legion Club | As I stroll the city, oft I | 1736 | 244 | 195 |
| 6: A Conclusion, Drawn From The Epigrams, Epigram On The Busts, And Sent To The Drapier | Since Anna, whose bounty thy merits had fed, | | 6 | 213 |
| 7: A Conference, Between Sir Harry Pierce's Chariot, And Mrs. D. Stopford's Chair [1] | My pretty dear Cuz, tho' I've roved the town o'er, | | 56 | 169 |
| 8: A Description Of A City Shower | Careful observers may foretell the hour, | 1710 | 63 | 187 |
| 9: A Description Of The Morning | Now hardly here and there an hackney-coach | 1709 | 18 | 171 |
| 10: A Dialogue Between An Eminent Lawyer[1] And Dr. Jonathan Swift, D.S.P.D. In Allusion To Horace, Book II, Satire I | Since there are persons who complain | | 56 | 196 |
| 11: A Dialogue[1] Between Mad Mullinix And Timothy | I own, 'tis not my bread and butter, | 1728 | 276 | 153 |
| 12: A Fable Of The Lion And Other Beasts | One time a mighty plague did pester | | 74 | 221 |
| 13: A Friendly Apology For A Certain Justice Of Peace By Way Of Defence Of Hartley Hutcheson, Esq. By James Black-Well, Operator For The Feet | But he by bawling news about, | | 52 | 160 |
| 14: A Grub-Street Elegy | Well; 'tis as Bickerstaff has guest, | 1708 | 94 | 186 |
| 15: A Left-Handed Letter[1] | Delany reports it, and he has a shrewd tongue, | | 38 | 171 |
| 16: A Letter To Dr. Helsham | Pray discruciate what follows. | | 46 | 154 |
| 17: A Libel, On The Reverend Dr. Delany, And His Excellency John, Lord Carteret | Deluded mortals, whom the great | 1729 | 198 | 198 |
| 18: A Love Poem From A Physician To His Mistress | By poets we are well assured | | 34 | 182 |
| 19: A Love Song In The Modern Taste. 1733 | Fluttering spread thy purple pinions, | 1733 | 32 | 156 |
| 20: A Maypole. | Deprived of root, and branch and rind, | 1725 | 24 | 185 |
| 21: A Motto For Mr. Jason Hasard | Jason, the valiant prince of Greece, | | 8 | 194 |
| 22: A New Song On Wood's Halfpence | Ye people of Ireland, both country and city, | | 84 | 172 |
| 23: A New Year's Gift For Bec [1] | Returning Janus[2] now prepares, | | 26 | 184 |
| 24: A Panegyric On The Dean | Resolved my gratitude to show, | 1730 | 346 | 172 |
| 25: A Pastoral Dialogue | In spight of Pope, in spight of Gay, | 1727 | 104 | 204 |
| 26: A Pastoral Dialogue. | A Nymph and swain, Sheelah and Dermot hight; | 1728 | 52 | 275 |
| 27: A Poem On High Church | High Church is undone, | | 18 | 160 |
| 28: A Poem; Occasioned By The Hangings In The Castle Of Dublin, In Which The Story Of Phaethon Is Expressed | Not asking or expecting aught, | | 52 | 203 |
| 29: A Prologue, Billet To A Company Of Players Sent With The Prologue | Our set of strollers, wandering up and down, | | 58 | 164 |
| 30: A Quibbling Elegy On Judge Boat | To mournful ditties, Clio, change thy note, | 1723 | 44 | 179 |
| 31: A Quiet Life And A Good Name | NELL scolded in so loud a din, | | 58 | 151 |
| 32: A Rebus. By Vanessa | Cut the name of the man [1] who his mistress denied, | | 11 | 178 |
| 33: A Receipt To Restore Stella's Youth. 1724-5 | The Scottish hinds, too poor to house | | 56 | 155 |
| 34: A Reply, By Sheridan, To Delany | I like your collyrium, | | 24 | 293 |
| 35: A Riddle | I'm wealthy and poor, | | 16 | 202 |
| 36: A Satirical Elegy; On The Death Of A Late Famous General[1] | His Grace! impossible! what, dead! | | 32 | 167 |
| 37: A Satirical Elegy; On The Death Of A Late Famous General[1] | His Grace! impossible! what, dead! | | 32 | 154 |
| 38: A Serious Poem; Upon William Wood, Brazier, Tinker, Hard-Wareman, Coiner, Founder, And Esquire | When foes are o'ercome, we preserve them from slaughter, | | 122 | 156 |
| 39: A Simile; On Our Want Of Silver, And The Only Way To Remedy It. | As when of old some sorceress threw | 1725 | 32 | 180 |
| 40: A Tale Of A Nettle[1] | A man with expense and infinite toil, | | 54 | 133 |
| 41: A Town Eclogue. 1710 | Now the keen rigour of the winter's o'er, | 1710 | 67 | 174 |
| 42: A Vindication Of The Libel; Or, A New Ballad, Written By A Shoe-Boy, On An Attorney Who Was Formerly A Shoe-Boy | With singing of ballads, and crying of news, | | 38 | 161 |
| 43: A Wicked Treasonable Libel[1] | While the king and his ministers keep such a pother, | | 17 | 179 |
| 44: A Young Lady's Complaint For The Stay Of The Dean In England | Blow, ye zephyrs, gentle gales; | | 42 | 165 |
| 45: Advice To The Grub-Street Verse-Writers | Ye poets ragged and forlorn, | 1726 | 20 | 159 |
| 46: An Answer To A Friend's Question | The furniture that best doth please | | 16 | 145 |
| 47: An Answer, By Delany, To Thomas Sheridan | Dear Sherry, I'm sorry for your bloodsheded sore eye, | | 22 | 169 |
| 48: An Apology To Lady Carteret (Verses Written During Lord Carteret's Administration Of Ireland) | A lady, wise as well as fair, | | 166 | 180 |
| 49: An Echo | Never sleeping, still awake, | | 30 | 184 |
| 50: An Elegy[1] On The Death Of Demar, The Usurer; Who Died On The 6Th Of July, 1720 | Know all men by these presents, Death, the tamer, | | 40 | 141 |
| 51: An Epigram | The scriptures affirm (as I heard in my youth, | | 10 | 144 |
| 52: An Epigram Inscribed To The Honourable Sergeant Kite | In your indignation what mercy appears, | | 10 | 139 |
| 53: An Epistle To His Excellency John, Lord Carteret By Dr. Delany. | Thou wise and learned ruler of our isle, | 1729 | 94 | 144 |
| 54: An Epistle To Mr. Gay[1] | How could you, Gay, disgrace the Muse's train, | 1731 | 162 | 169 |
| 55: An Epistle Upon An Epistle | As Jove will not attend on less, | | 126 | 148 |
| 56: An Excellent New Ballad Or, The True English Dean[1] To Be Hanged For A Rape. 1730 | Our brethren of England, who love us so dear, | | 72 | 139 |
| 57: An Excellent New Song, Upon The Declarations Of The Several Corporations Of The City Of Dublin | O Dublin is a fine town | | 85 | 249 |
| 58: An Excellent New Song; Being The Intended Speech Of A Famous Orator Against Peace. | An orator dismal of Nottinghamshire, | 1711 | 56 | 179 |
| 59: An Excellent New Song; Upon His Grace Our Good Lord Archbishop Of Dublin | I sing not of the Drapier's praise, nor yet of William Wood, | | 48 | 156 |
| 60: An Excellent New Song[1] Upon The Late Grand Jury | Poor Monsieur his conscience preserved for a year, | | 40 | 142 |
| 61: An Excellent New Song[1]; On A Seditious Pamphlet. | Brocades, and damasks, and tabbies, and gauzes, | | 36 | 158 |
| 62: An Invitation, By Dr. Delany, In The Name Of Dr. Swift | Mighty Thomas, a solemn senatus[1] I call, | | 12 | 170 |
| 63: Another (Epigram On The Busts) | Louis the living learned fed, | | 4 | 180 |
| 64: Another (Epigrams On Windows) | By Satan taught, all conjurors know | | 6 | 148 |
| 65: Another (Epigrams On Windows) | That love is the devil, I'll prove when required; | | 4 | 148 |
| 66: Another Reply, By Sheridan | My pedagogue dear, I read with surprise | | 16 | 142 |
| 67: Another Written Upon A Window Where There Was No Writing Before (Epigrams On Windows) | Thanks to my stars, I once can see | | 6 | 162 |
| 68: Another, At Chester (Epigrams On Windows) | The church and clergy here, no doubt, | | 4 | 205 |
| 69: Another, At Chester (Epigrams On Windows) | My landlord is civil, | | 12 | 159 |
| 70: Another, At Chester (Epigrams On Windows) | The walls of this town | | 6 | 127 |
| 71: Another, At Holyhead [1] (Epigrams On Windows) | O Neptune! Neptune! must I still | | 10 | 263 |
| 72: Answer To Dr. Delany's Fable Of The Pheasant And Lark. | In ancient times, the wise were able | 1730 | 107 | 144 |
| 73: Answer To Dr. Sheridan's Prologue, And To Dr. Swift's Epilogue. In Behalf Of The Distressed Weavers. By Dr. Delany. | The Muses, whom the richest silks array, | | 51 | 155 |
| 74: Answer To Lines From May Fair[1] | In pity to the empty'ng Town, | | 20 | 164 |
| 75: Answered By Dr. Sheridan (To Lady Carteret) | Your house of hair, and lady's hand, | | 10 | 135 |
| 76: Answered By Dr. Swift (To Lady Carteret) | With half an eye your riddle I spy, | | 16 | 161 |
| 77: Answered Extempore By Dr. Swift | We both are mortal; but thou, frailer creature, | | 2 | 190 |
| 78: Apollo Outwitted | Phoebus, now short'ning every shade, | | 64 | 149 |
| 79: Apollo To The Dean.[1] 1720 | Right Trusty, and so forth - we let you know | 1720 | 108 | 163 |
| 80: Apollo's Edict Occasioned By "News From Parnassus" | Ireland is now our royal care, | | 75 | 165 |
| 81: Apollo; Or, A Problem Solved | Apollo, god of light and wit, | 1731 | 32 | 151 |
| 82: At An Inn In England (Epigrams On Windows) | The glass, by lovers' nonsense blurr'd, | | 4 | 163 |
| 83: Atlas; Or, The Minister Of State[1] | Atlas, we read in ancient song, | 1710 | 22 | 149 |
| 84: Ay And No; A Tale From Dublin.[1] | At Dublin's high feast sat Primate and Dean, | 1737 | 18 | 138 |
| 85: Ballad | A wonderful age | | 78 | 171 |
| 86: Baucis And Philemon[1] | | | 230 | 134 |
| 87: Baucis And Philemon[1] | In ancient times, as story tells, | | 188 | 150 |
| 88: Bec's[1] Birth-Day; Nov. 8, 1726 | This day, dear Bec, is thy nativity; | | 60 | 161 |
| 89: Bettesworth's Exultation | Well! now, since the heat of my passion's abated, | | 30 | 172 |
| 90: Bouts Rimez[1] | Our schoolmaster may roar i' th' fit, | | 36 | 191 |
| 91: Cadenus And Vanessa[1] | The shepherds and the nymphs were seen | 1713 | 889 | 169 |
| 92: Carberiae Rupes | Ecce ingens fragmen scopuli, quod vertice summo | | 32 | 631 |
| 93: Carbery Rocks | Lo! from the top of yonder cliff, that shrouds | | 45 | 184 |
| 94: Carthy Knocked Out Some Teeth From His News-Boy (Epigram Against Carthy) | I must confess that I was somewhat warm, | | 4 | 147 |
| 95: Cassinus And Peter; A Tragical Elegy | Two college sophs of Cambridge growth, | 1731 | 118 | 156 |
| 96: Catullus De Lesbia[1] | Lesbia for ever on me rails, | | 8 | 196 |
| 97: Clad All In Brown | Foulest brute that stinks below, | | 30 | 144 |
| 98: Clever Tom Clinch Going To Be Hanged. | As clever Tom Clinch, while the rabble was bawling, | 1727 | 24 | 158 |
| 99: Copy Of The Birth-Day Verses | Come, be content, since out it must, | | 114 | 156 |
| 100: Corinna,[1] A Ballad | This day (the year I dare not tell) | | 32 | 148 |
| 101: Daphne | Daphne knows, with equal ease, | | 52 | 202 |
| 102: Dean Smedley's Petition To The Duke Of Grafton[1] | It was, my lord, the dexterous shift | | 101 | 172 |
| 103: Dean Swift At Sir Arthur Acheson's In The North Of Ireland | The Dean would visit Market-Hill, | | 44 | 156 |
| 104: Death And Daphne | Death went upon a solemn day | | 100 | 167 |
| 105: Dennis’ Invitation To Steele; Horace, Book I, Ep. V | If thou canst lay aside a spendthrift's air, | 1714 | 164 | 149 |
| 106: Desire And Possession 1727 | Tis strange what different thoughts inspire | 1727 | 58 | 162 |
| 107: Dick's Variety | Dull uniformity in fools | | 38 | 135 |
| 108: Dick, A Maggot | As when, from rooting in a bin, | | 14 | 206 |
| 109: Dingley And Brent[1], A Song | Dingley and Brent, | | 18 | 171 |
| 110: Directions For Making A Birth-Day Song. | To form a just and finish'd piece, | 1729 | 282 | 151 |
| 111: Dr. Delany's Villa[1] | WOULD you that Delville I describe? | | 48 | 158 |
| 112: Dr. Sheridan To Dr. Swift | Dear Dean, since in cruxes and puns you and I deal, | | 37 | 173 |
| 113: Dr. Sheridan Wrote Underneath The Following Lines | Thus spoke great Bedel[1] from his tomb: | | 10 | 149 |
| 114: Dr. Sheridan's Reply To The Dean | Don't think these few lines which I send, a reproach, | | 30 | 154 |
| 115: Dr. Swift To Himself On St. Cecilia's Day | Grave Dean of St. Patrick's, how comes it to pass, | | 12 | 148 |
| 116: Dr. Swift To Mr. Pope, While He Was Writing The "Dunciad" | POPE has the talent well to speak, | 1727 | 28 | 169 |
| 117: Dr. Swift Wrote The Following Epigram (Epigram Against Carthy) | Carthy, you say, writes well - his genius true, | | 4 | 177 |
| 118: Dr. Swift's Answer (Epigram On The Busts) | Her majesty never shall be my exalter; | | 2 | 175 |
| 119: Drapier'S-Hill.[1] | We give the world to understand, | 1730 | 20 | 141 |
| 120: Epigram | Friend Rundle fell, with grievous bump, | | 6 | 234 |
| 121: Epigram | Great folks are of a finer mould; | | 4 | 185 |
| 122: Epigram Added By Stella[1] | When Margery chastises Ned, | | 14 | 154 |
| 123: Epigram Against Carthy | This I may boast, which few e'er could, | | 34 | 143 |
| 124: Epigram By Mr. Bowyer | Musarum antistes, Phoebi numerosus alumnus, | | 6 | 204 |
| 125: Epigram By Mr. Bowyer Intended To Be Placed Under The Head Of Gulliver. 1733 | Here learn from moral truth and wit refined, | 1733 | 6 | 145 |
| 126: Epigram From The French[1] | Who can believe with common sense, | | 6 | 134 |
| 127: Epigram On Josiah Hort[1] | Lord Pam[3] in the church (you'd you think it) kneel'd down; | | 6 | 175 |
| 128: Epigram On The Busts[1] In Richmond Hermitage. 1732 | With honour thus by Carolina placed, | 1732 | 8 | 149 |
| 129: Epigram On Wood'S Brass Money | Carteret was welcomed to the shore | | 8 | 154 |
| 130: Epigram; In Answer To The Dean's Verses On His Own Deafness [1] | What though the Dean hears not the knell | | 6 | 147 |
| 131: Epigram[1] | As Thomas was cudgell'd one day by his wife, | | 10 | 167 |
| 132: Epigram[1] | Behold! a proof of Irish sense; | | 4 | 168 |
| 133: Epilogue To A Benefit Play, Given In Behalf Of The Distressed Weavers. | Who dares affirm this is no pious age, | | 46 | 142 |
| 134: Epilogue[1], To Mr. Hoppy's Benefit-Night, At Smock-Alley | HOLD! hold, my good friends; for one moment, pray stop ye, | | 56 | 148 |
| 135: Epitaph | Hoc tumulata jacet proles Lenaea sepulchro, | | 4 | 215 |
| 136: Epitaph In Berkeley Church-Yard, Gloucestershire | Here lies the Earl of Suffolk's fool, | | 8 | 148 |
| 137: Epitaph Inscribed On A Marble Tablet, In Berkeley Church, Gloucestershire | CAROLUS Comes de BERKELEY, Vicecomes DURSLEY, | | 32 | 497 |
| 138: Epitaph On Frederick, Duke Of Schomberg[1] | Hic infra situm est corpus | | 15 | 207 |
| 139: Epitaph On General Gorges,[1] And Lady Meath[2] | Under this stone lies Dick and Dolly. | | 21 | 158 |
| 140: Epitaph On The Same (On The Death Of Demar, The Usurer) | Beneath this verdant hillock lies | | 10 | 156 |
| 141: Fabula Canis Et Umbrae | ORE cibum portans catulus dum spectat in undis, | | 7 | 265 |
| 142: Fontinella[1] To Florinda | When on my bosom thy bright eyes, | | 24 | 143 |
| 143: Helter Skelter; Or, The Hue And Cry After The Attorneys | Now the active young attorneys | | 56 | 182 |
| 144: Horace, Book I, Ode Xiv Paraphrased And Inscribed To Ireland | Poor floating isle, tost on ill fortune's waves, | 1726 | 64 | 143 |
| 145: Horace, Book II, Ode I, Paraphrased; Addressed To Richard Steele, Esq. | Dick, thou'rt resolved, as I am told, | 1714 | 116 | 149 |
| 146: Horace, Book III, Ode II; To The Earl Of Oxford, Late Lord Treasurer | How blest is he who for his country dies, | 1716 | 22 | 159 |
| 147: Horace, Book IV, Ode IX, Addressed To Archbishop King,[1] 1718 | Virtue conceal'd within our breast | 1718 | 24 | 163 |
| 148: Horace, Book IV, Ode IX; Addressed To Humphry French, Esq.[1] Late Lord Mayor Of Dublin | Patron of the tuneful throng, | | 80 | 127 |
| 149: Horace, Epist. I, VII; Imitation Of Horace To Lord Oxford, A.D. [1] | Harley, the nation's great support, | 1713 | 138 | 136 |
| 150: Imitation Of Part Of The Sixth Satire Of The Second Book Of Horace.[1] | I often wish'd that I had clear, | 1714 | 114 | 159 |
| 151: In Sickness | Tis true - then why should I repine | 1714 | 28 | 159 |
| 152: Jack Frenchman's Lamentation[1] | Ye Commons and Peers, | | 78 | 144 |
| 153: Joan Cudgels Ned | Joan cudgels Ned, yet Ned's a bully; | | 6 | 149 |
| 154: Judas. | By the just vengeance of incensed skies, | 1731 | 27 | 179 |
| 155: Lines Written Extempore On Mr. Harley's Being Stabbed, And Addressed To His Physician, 1710-11 [1] | On Britain Europe's safety lies, | | 4 | 143 |
| 156: Lines Written On A Window[1] In The Episcopal Palace At Kilmore | Resolve me this, ye happy dead, | | 6 | 165 |
| 157: Louisa[1] To Strephon. 1724 | Ah! Strephon, how can you despise | | 44 | 149 |
| 158: Mr. William Crowe's Address To Her Majesty, Turned Into Metre | From a town that consists of a church and a steeple, | | 42 | 183 |
| 159: Mrs. Frances Harris's Petition, 1699 | To their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ireland, | | 76 | 171 |
| 160: Musa Clonshoghiana | That Downpatrick's Dean, or Patrick's down went, | | 16 | 180 |
| 161: My Lady's[1] Lamentation And Complaint Against The Dean | Sure never did man see | 1728 | 237 | 151 |
| 162: News From Parnassus By Dr. Delany | Parnassus, February the twenty-seventh. | | 74 | 148 |
| 163: Occasioned By Sir William Temple'S Late Illness And Recovery | Strange to conceive, how the same objects strike | 1693 | 154 | 131 |
| 164: Ode On Science | O, heavenly born! in deepest dells | | 48 | 170 |
| 165: Ode To Doctor William Sancroft[1] Late Lord Bishop Of Canterbury | Truth is eternal, and the Son of Heaven, | | 264 | 146 |
| 166: Ode To King William | To purchase kingdoms and to buy renown, | | 48 | 141 |
| 167: Ode To The Athenian Society[1] | As when the deluge first began to fall, | | 315 | 174 |
| 168: Ode To The Hon. Sir William Temple | Virtue, the greatest of all monarchies! | | 212 | 146 |
| 169: On A Candle | Of all inhabitants on earth, | | 54 | 173 |
| 170: On A Cannon | Begotten, and born, and dying with noise, | | 12 | 164 |
| 171: On A Circle | I'm up and down, and round about, | | 8 | 193 |
| 172: On A Corkscrew | Though I, alas! a prisoner be, | | 38 | 159 |
| 173: On A Curate's Complaint Of Hard Duty | I marched three miles through scorching sand, | | 17 | 159 |
| 174: On A Horn | The joy of man, the pride of brutes, | | 34 | 164 |
| 175: On A Pair Of Dice | We are little brethren twain, | | 8 | 159 |
| 176: On A Pen. | In youth exalted high in air, | 1724 | 42 | 156 |
| 177: On A Printer's[1] Being Sent To Newgate | Better we all were in our graves, | | 14 | 175 |
| 178: On A Shadow In A Glass | By something form'd, I nothing am, | | 49 | 154 |
| 179: On A Very Old Glass At Market-Hill | Frail glass! thou mortal art as well as I; | | 4 | 153 |
| 180: On A Window At An Inn (Epigrams On Windows) | We fly from luxury and wealth, | | 12 | 153 |
| 181: On A Window At The Four Crosses In The Watling-Street Road, Warwickshire (Epigrams On Windows) | Fool, to put up four crosses at your door, | | 2 | 157 |
| 182: On Another Window[1] | A bard, on whom Phoebus his spirit bestow'd, | | 12 | 250 |
| 183: On Burning A Dull Poem | An ass's hoof alone can hold | 1729 | 16 | 172 |
| 184: On Carthy's Publishing Several Lampoons, Under The Names Of Infamous Poetasters (Epigram Against Carthy) | So witches bent on bad pursuits, | | 2 | 137 |
| 185: On Carthy'S Translation Of Longinus (Epigram Against Carthy) | High as Longinus to the stars ascends, | | 6 | 146 |
| 186: On Censure | Ye wise, instruct me to endure | 1727 | 30 | 156 |
| 187: On Cutting Down The Thorn At Market-Hill.[1] | At Market-Hill, as well appears | 1727 | 88 | 157 |
| 188: On Dr. Rundle, Bishop Of Derry | Make Rundle bishop! fie for shame! | | 66 | 146 |
| 189: On Dreams, An Imitation Of Petronius | THOSE dreams, that on the silent night intrude, | | 48 | 145 |
| 190: On Gaulstown House | Tis so old and so ugly, and yet so convenient, | | 18 | 160 |
| 191: On Gold | All-ruling tyrant of the earth, | | 32 | 180 |
| 192: On Ink | I am jet black, as you may see, | | 28 | 165 |
| 193: On Mr. Pulteney's[1] Being Put Out Of The Council. | Sir Robert, wearied by Will Pulteney's teasings, | 1731 | 44 | 147 |
| 194: On Mrs. Biddy Floyd; Or, The Receipt To Form A Beauty. 1707 | When Cupid did his grandsire Jove entreat | 1707 | 11 | 162 |
| 195: On Noisy Tom; Horace, Part Of Book I, Sat. VI, Paraphrased | If Noisy Tom should in the senate prate, | 1733 | 20 | 138 |
| 196: On One Of The Windows At Delville | A bard, grown desirous of saving his pelf, | | 10 | 274 |
| 197: On Paddy's Character Of The "Intelligencer."[1] 1729 (Verses Written During Lord Carteret's Administration Of Ireland) | As a thorn bush, or oaken bough, | | 34 | 154 |
| 198: On Poetry; A Rhapsody. | All human race would fain be wits, | 1733 | 545 | 177 |
| 199: On Psyche[1] | At two afternoon for our Psyche inquire, | | 14 | 185 |
| 200: On Reading Dr. Young's Satire, Called The Universal Passion | If there be truth in what you sing, | 1726 | 48 | 169 |
| 201: On Rover, A Lady's Spaniel | Happiest of the spaniel race, | | 54 | 158 |
| 202: On Seeing Verses Written Upon Windows At Inns (Epigrams On Windows) | The sage, who said he should be proud | | 8 | 195 |
| 203: On Snow | From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin, | | 10 | 176 |
| 204: On Stephen Duck The Thresher, And Favourite Poet; A Quibbling Epigram. | The thresher Duck[1] could o'er the queen prevail, | 1730 | 8 | 195 |
| 205: On The Archbishop Of Cashel,[1] And Bettesworth | Dear Dick, pr'ythee tell by what passion you move? | | 16 | 136 |
| 206: On The Arms Of The Town Of Waterford[1] | A thistle is the Scottish arms, | | 4 | 129 |
| 207: On The Church's Danger | Good Halifax and pious Wharton cry, | | 8 | 155 |
| 208: On The Collar Of Tiger, Mrs. Dingley's Lap-Dog | Pray steal me not; I'm Mrs. Dingley's, | | 2 | 173 |
| 209: On The Death Of Dr. Swift | As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew | 1731 | 545 | 161 |
| 210: On The Five Senses | All of us in one you'll find, | | 28 | 164 |
| 211: On The Gallows | There is a gate, we know full well, | | 20 | 159 |
| 212: On The Great Buried Bottle | Amphora, quae moestum linquis, laetumque revises | | 4 | 177 |
| 213: On The Irish Bishops.[1] | Old Latimer preaching did fairly describe | 1731 | 64 | 130 |
| 214: On The Irish Club. [1] | Ye paltry underlings of state, | 1733 | 30 | 142 |
| 215: On The Little House By The Churchyard Of Castlenock | Whoever pleases to inquire | 1710 | 64 | 143 |
| 216: On The Moon | I with borrow'd silver shine | | 18 | 165 |
| 217: On The Posteriors | Because I am by nature blind, | | 44 | 168 |
| 218: On The Same (On The Upright Judge, Who Condemned The Drapier's Printer) | In church your grandsire cut his throat; | | 4 | 151 |
| 219: On The Same (On The Upright Judge, Who Condemned The Drapier's Printer) The Judge Speaks | I'm not the grandson of that ass Quin;[1] | | 8 | 153 |
| 220: On The Union | The queen has lately lost a part | | 22 | 280 |
| 221: On The Vowels | We are little airy creatures, | | 8 | 154 |
| 222: On The Words Brother Protestants And Fellow Christians, So Familiarly Used By The Advocates For The Repeal Of The Test-Act In Ireland | An inundation, says the fable, | 1733 | 64 | 120 |
| 223: On Time | Ever eating, never cloying, | | 4 | 195 |
| 224: On Wood The Ironmonger. | Salmoneus,[1] as the Grecian tale is, | 1725 | 38 | 142 |
| 225: Oranges | Come buy my fine oranges, sauce for your veal, | | 4 | 211 |
| 226: Parody On A Character Of Dean Smedley, Written In Latin By Himself[1] | The very reverend Dean Smedley, | | 50 | 162 |
| 227: Parody On The Recorder Of Blessington's Address To Queen Anne | Mr. William Crowe, Recorder of Blessington's Address to her Majesty, | | 7 | 174 |
| 228: Parody On The Recorder's Speech | An ancient metropolis, famous of late | | 41 | 167 |
| 229: Parody On The Speech Of Dr. Benjamin Pratt,[1] Provost Of Trinity College To The Prince Of Wales | Illustrious prince, we're come before ye, | | 84 | 152 |
| 230: Paulus: An Epigram | A SLAVE to crowds, scorch'd with the summer's heats, | | 10 | 173 |
| 231: Peace And Dunkirk | Spite of Dutch friends and English foes, | 1712 | 40 | 251 |
| 232: Pethox The Great. | From Venus born, thy beauty shows; | 1723 | 98 | 177 |
| 233: Phyllis; Or, The Progress Of Love, 1716 | Desponding Phyllis was endu'd | 1716 | 100 | 280 |
| 234: Poetical Epistle To Dr. Sheridan | Some ancient authors wisely write, | | 49 | 236 |
| 235: Probatur Aliter | A long-ear'd beast, and a field-house for cattle, | | 52 | 145 |
| 236: Prologue, To A Play For The Benefit Of The Distressed Weavers. By Dr. Sheridan. Spoken By Mr. Elrington. 1721 | Great cry, and little wool - is now become | | 37 | 147 |
| 237: Prometheus[1]; On Wood The Patentee's Irish Halfpence[2] | When first the squire and tinker Wood | 1724 | 86 | 163 |
| 238: Punch's Petition To The Ladies | Fair ones who do all hearts command, | | 90 | 159 |
| 239: Robin And Harry.[1] | Robin to beggars with a curse, | 1730 | 54 | 165 |
| 240: Sent By Dr. Delany To Dr. Swift, In Order To Be Admitted To Speak To Him When He Was Deaf. 1724 | Dear Sir, I think, 'tis doubly hard, | | 14 | 146 |
| 241: Sid Hamet's Rod | Poor Hall, renown'd for comely hair, | | 14 | 156 |
| 242: Stella At Wood Park, A House Of Charles Ford, Esq., Near Dublin | Don Carlos, in a merry spight, | 1723 | 92 | 166 |
| 243: Stella To Dr. Swift On His Birth-Day, Nov. 30, 1721 | St. Patrick's Dean, your country's pride, | | 108 | 156 |
| 244: Stella's Birth-Day March 13, 1718-19 | Stella this day is thirty-four, | | 18 | 140 |
| 245: Stella's Birth-Day March 13, 1726-7 | This day, whate'er the Fates decree, | | 88 | 143 |
| 246: Stella's Birth-Day. 1724-5 | As when a beauteous nymph decays, | | 54 | 243 |
| 247: Stella's Birth-Day.[1] 1719-20 | All travellers at first incline | | 58 | 166 |
| 248: Stella's Birth-Day: | Resolv'd my annual verse to pay, | | 80 | 170 |
| 249: Strephon And Chloe | Of Chloe all the town has rung, | 1731 | 314 | 191 |
| 250: The Answer (Sent By Dr. Delany To Dr. Swift, In Order To Be Admitted To Speak To Him When He Was Deaf. 1724) | The wise pretend to make it clear, | | 54 | 163 |
| 251: The Answer, By Dr. Sheridan | I thank you for your comedies. | | 26 | 166 |
| 252: The Answer. By Dr. Swift | Lindsay mistakes the matter quite, | | 145 | 188 |
| 253: The Author Upon Himself | By an old - - pursued, | 1713 | 74 | 162 |
| 254: The Beasts' Confession To The Priest, On Observing How Most Men Mistake Their Own Talents. 1732 | When beasts could speak, (the learned say | 1732 | 221 | 161 |
| 255: The Birth Of Manly Virtue | Once on a time, a righteous sage, | 1724 | 132 | 157 |
| 256: The Country Life | Thalia, tell, in sober lays, | | 130 | 160 |
| 257: The Day Of Judgment[1] | With a whirl of thought oppress'd, | | 22 | 189 |
| 258: The Dean And Duke | James Brydges[1]and the Dean had long been friends; | 1734 | 16 | 158 |
| 259: The Dean Of St. Patrick's | I cannot but think that we live in a bad age, | | 48 | 155 |
| 260: The Dean's Answer (A Rebus by Vanessa) | The nymph who wrote this in an amorous fit, | | 28 | 176 |
| 261: The Dean's Complaint, Translated And Answered | Deaf, giddy, helpless, left alone. | | 18 | 193 |
| 262: The Dean's Manner Of Living | On rainy days alone I dine | | 10 | 141 |
| 263: The Dean's Reasons For Not Building At Drapier's-Hill | I will not build on yonder mount; | | 114 | 140 |
| 264: The Description Of A Salamander, 1705 | As mastiff dogs, in modern phrase, are | | 70 | 204 |
| 265: The Description Of An Irish Feast | O'ROURKE'S noble fare | | 88 | 152 |
| 266: The Discovery | When wise Lord Berkeley first came here, | | 48 | 321 |
| 267: The Dog And Thief. | Quoth the thief to the dog, let me into your door | 1726 | 20 | 184 |
| 268: The Duke's Answer | Dear Smed, I read thy brilliant lines, | | 54 | 189 |
| 269: The Elephant; Or, The Parliament Man | Ere bribes convince you whom to choose, | | 44 | 147 |
| 270: The Epitaph | Here, five feet deep, lies on his back | | 14 | 166 |
| 271: The Fable Of Midas.[1] | Midas, we are in story told,[2] | 1711-12 | 82 | 190 |
| 272: The Fable Of The Bitches[1] | A bitch, that was full pregnant grown | 1715 | 45 | 309 |
| 273: The Fagot[1] | Observe the dying father speak: | 1713 | 52 | 262 |
| 274: The Famous Speech-Maker Of England | From London to Exon, | 1710 | 244 | 160 |
| 275: The Furniture Of A Woman's Mind | A set of phrases learn'd by rote; | 1727 | 64 | 167 |
| 276: The Garden Plot | When Naboth's vineyard[1] look'd so fine, | 1709 | 14 | 170 |
| 277: The Grand Question Debated: | Thus spoke to my lady the knight full of care, | 1729 | 190 | 158 |
| 278: The Gulf Of All Human Possessions | Come hither, and behold the fruits, | 1724 | 96 | 167 |
| 279: The Hardship Upon The Ladies | Poor ladies! though their business be to play, | 1733 | 8 | 154 |
| 280: The History Of Vanbrugh's House | When Mother Cludd[1] had rose from play, | | 48 | 160 |
| 281: The Journal Of A Modern Lady | | 1728 | 296 | 149 |
| 282: The Lady's Dressing-Room. 1730 | Five hours (and who can do it less in?) | | 144 | 153 |
| 283: The Logicians Refuted | Logicians have but ill defined | | 58 | 154 |
| 284: The Parson's Case | That you, friend Marcus, like a stoic, | | 36 | 155 |
| 285: The Pheasant And The Lark; A Fable By Dr. Delany | In ancient times, as bards indite, | 1730 | 154 | 172 |
| 286: The Place Of The Damned | All folks who pretend to religion and grace, | 1731 | 18 | 197 |
| 287: The Power Of Time. | If neither brass nor marble can withstand | 1730 | 6 | 135 |
| 288: The Problem, "That My Lord Berkeley Stinks When He Is In Love" | Did ever problem thus perplex, | | 60 | 152 |
| 289: The Progress Of Beauty. 1719[1] | When first Diana leaves her bed, | 1719 | 120 | 160 |
| 290: The Progress Of Marriage[1] | AETATIS SUAE fifty-two, | | 170 | 155 |
| 291: The Progress Of Poetry | The farmer's goose, who in the stubble | | 46 | 145 |
| 292: The Puppet-Show | The life of man to represent, | | 72 | 173 |
| 293: The Reverse (To Swift's Verses On Biddy Floyd); Or, Mrs. Cludd | Venus one day, as story goes, | | 40 | 164 |
| 294: The Revolution At Market-Hill | From distant regions Fortune sends | 1730 | 110 | 160 |
| 295: The Run Upon The Bankers[1] | The bold encroachers on the deep | | 64 | 156 |
| 296: The South-Sea Project. 1721 | Ye wise philosophers, explain | 1721 | 228 | 162 |
| 297: The Storm; Minerva's Petition | Pallas, a goddess chaste and wise | | 80 | 171 |
| 298: The Upstart | The rascal! that's too mild a name; | | 30 | 213 |
| 299: The Virtues Of Sid Hamet[1] The Magician's Rod. 1710[2] | The rod was but a harmless wand, | 1710 | 86 | 171 |
| 300: The Windsor Prophecy[1] | When a holy black Swede, the son of Bob,[2] | | 26 | 174 |
| 301: The Yahoo's Overthrow, Or, The Kevan Bayl's New Ballad, Upon Sergeant Kite's Insulting The Dean [1] | Jolly boys of St. Kevan's, St. Patrick's, Donore | | 75 | 141 |
| 302: Tim And The Fables | My meaning will be best unravell'd, | | 34 | 147 |
| 303: To A Friend Who Had Been Much Abused In Many Inveterate Libels | The greatest monarch may be stabb'd by night | | 12 | 150 |
| 304: To A Lady Who Desired The Author To Write Some Verses Upon Her In The Heroic Style | After venting all my spite, | | 286 | 144 |
| 305: To Betty, The Grisette | Queen of wit and beauty, Betty, | | 36 | 180 |
| 306: To Carthy (Epigram Against Carthy) | Thus vagrant beggars, to extort | | 6 | 166 |
| 307: To Carthy (Epigram Against Carthy) | Thy labours, Carthy, long conceal'd from light, | | 6 | 127 |
| 308: To Carthy, Attributing Some Performances To Mr. Dunkin (Epigram Against Carthy) | My lines to him you give; to speak your due, | | 8 | 148 |
| 309: To Charles Mordaunt, Earl Of Peterborough[1] | Mordanto fills the trump of fame, | | 36 | 162 |
| 310: To Dean Swift | Good cause have I to sing and vapour, | 1728 | 34 | 159 |
| 311: To Dr. Delany, On The Libels Written Against Him. | As some raw youth in country bred, | 1729 | 172 | 173 |
| 312: To Dr. Sheridan. | Whate'er your predecessors taught us, | 1718 | 33 | 145 |
| 313: To His Grace The Archbishop Of Dublin; A Poem | Great, good, and just, was once applied | | 38 | 155 |
| 314: To Janus, On New Year's Day, 1726 | Two-faced Janus,[1] god of Time! | 1726 | 30 | 182 |
| 315: To Lady Carteret | I reach all things near me, and far off to boot, | | 20 | 150 |
| 316: To Lady Carteret | FROM India's burning clime I'm brought, | | 14 | 164 |
| 317: To Lord Harley, On His Marriage[1], October 31, 1713 | Among the numbers who employ | 1713 | 90 | 145 |
| 318: To Love[1] | In all I wish, how happy should I be, | | 36 | 179 |
| 319: To Mr. Congreve | Thrice, with a prophet's voice, and prophet's power, | 1693 | 234 | 315 |
| 320: To Mr. Delany,[1] | To you whose virtues, I must own | 1718 | 112 | 180 |
| 321: To Mr. Thomas Sheridan | Delicić, Sheridan, Musarum, dulcis amice, | | 100 | 460 |
| 322: To Mrs. Houghton Of Bourmont, On Praising Her Husband To Dr. Swift | You always are making a god of your spouse; | | 6 | 175 |
| 323: To Stella | Tormented with incessant pains, | | 38 | 170 |
| 324: To Stella On Her Birth-Day, 1721-2 | While, Stella, to your lasting praise | | 20 | 179 |
| 325: To Stella Visiting Me In My Sickness | Pallas, observing Stella's wit | 1720 | 124 | 155 |
| 326: To Stella, Who Collected And Transcribed His Poems | As, when a lofty pile is raised, | 1720 | 144 | 154 |
| 327: To The Citizens[1] | And shall the Patriot who maintain'd your cause, | | 36 | 182 |
| 328: To The Dean Of St. Patrick's | Dear Sir, Since you in humble wise | | 28 | 136 |
| 329: To The Dean Of St. Patrick's | Dear Dean, I'm in a sad condition, | | 20 | 163 |
| 330: To The Dean Of St. Patrick'S | Your Billingsgate Muse methinks does begin | | 38 | 153 |
| 331: To The Dean Of St. Patrick's In Answer To His Left-Handed Letter | Since your poetic prancer is turn'd into Cancer, | | 62 | 128 |
| 332: To The Reverend Dr. Swift | To thee, dear Swift, these spotless leaves I send; | | 28 | 157 |
| 333: To The Same. By Dr. Sheridan | Perhaps you may wonder, I send you so soon | | 18 | 183 |
| 334: To Thomas Sheridan | Dear Tom, I'm surprised that your verse did not jingle; | | 72 | 447 |
| 335: Toland's Invitation To Dismal[1] To Dine With The Calves’ Head Club | If, dearest Dismal, you for once can dine | 1712 | 46 | 161 |
| 336: Tom And Dick[1] | Tim and Dick had equal fame, | | 40 | 145 |
| 337: Traulus. Part I | Say, Robin, what can Traulus mean | 1730 | 102 | 137 |
| 338: Traulus. Part II | Traulus, of amphibious breed, | | 56 | 145 |
| 339: Twelve Articles[1] | Lest it may more quarrels breed, | | 64 | 148 |
| 340: Upon Carthy's Threatening To Translate Pindar (Epigram Against Carthy) | You have undone Horace, - what should hinder | | 8 | 132 |
| 341: Upon The Horrid Plot | I ask'd a Whig the other night, | | 76 | 142 |
| 342: Vanbrugh's House,[1] Built From The Ruins Of Whitehall That Was Burnt, 1703 | In times of old, when Time was young, | 1703 | 134 | 156 |
| 343: Vanbrugh's House[1] Built From The Ruins Of Whitehall That Was Burnt, 1703 | In times of old, when Time was young, | 1703 | 92 | 165 |
| 344: Verses By Stella | If it be true, celestial powers, | | 8 | 126 |
| 345: Verses Left With A Silver Standish On The Dean Of St. Patrick's Desk, On His Birth-Day. By Dr. Delany | Hither from Mexico I came, | | 22 | 164 |
| 346: Verses Made For Fruit-Women | Come buy my fine wares, | | 56 | 162 |
| 347: Verses Occasioned By The Foregoing Presents (Verses Left With A Silver Standish On The Dean Of St. Patrick's Desk, On His Birth-Day. By Dr. Delany) | A paper book is sent by Boyle, | | 12 | 175 |
| 348: Verses Occasioned By Whitshed's [1] Motto On His Coach. | Libertas et natale solum: [2] | 1724 | 26 | 152 |
| 349: Verses On Blenheim[1] | See, here's the grand approach, | | 16 | 134 |
| 350: Verses On I Know Not What | My latest tribute here I send, | | 8 | 164 |
| 351: Verses On The Revival Of The Order Of The Bath,[1] | Quoth King Robin, our ribbons I see are too few | 1725 | 14 | 166 |
| 352: Verses On The Sudden Drying Up Of St. Patrick's Well Near Trinity College, Dublin. | By holy zeal inspired, and led by fame, | 1726 | 102 | 138 |
| 353: Verses On The Upright Judge, Who Condemned The Drapier's Printer | The church I hate, and have good reason, | | 4 | 171 |
| 354: Verses On Two Celebrated Modern Poets | Behold, those monarch oaks, that rise | | 20 | 175 |
| 355: Verses Sent To The Dean On His Birth-Day, With Pine's Horace, Finely Bound. By Dr. J. Sican[1] | You've read, sir, in poetic strain, | | 66 | 140 |
| 356: Verses Sent To The Dean With An Eagle Quill, On Hearing Of The Presents By The Earl Of Orrery And Dr. Delany. By Mrs. Pilkington | Shall then my kindred all my glory claim, | | 16 | 169 |
| 357: Verses Written On A Window, At The Deanery House, St. Patrick's | Are the guests of this house still doom'd to be cheated? | | 10 | 140 |
| 358: Will Wood's Petition To The People Of Ireland | My dear Irish folks, | 1725 | 48 | 127 |
| 359: Wood An Insect. | By long observation I have understood, | 1725 | 40 | 160 |
| 360: Written By Dr. Swift On His Own Deafness, In September, 1734 | Vertiginosus, inops, surdus, male gratus amicis; | 1734 | 4 | 165 |
| 361: Written In A Lady's Ivory Table-Book, 1698 | Peruse my leaves thro' ev'ry part, | 1698 | 30 | 131 |
