| DATE | LOCATION | CITATION | TEXT INDEX ENTRY | 1753.01.04 | New York | CITATION | Z & B, author of lyric [beg] Their weak unknowing hand | 1769.01.07 | Providence | CITATION | Z, A, author of lyric [beg] Afflictions are by providence design'd | 1782.01.12 | Providence | CITATION | Z, A, author of lyric [beg] Hark! whence that charming sound! that joyful | 1763.05.02 | Newport | CITATION | Z, A, author of lyric [beg] It must be so--Milton, thou reason'd well | 1769.10.23 | Newport | CITATION | Z, A, author of lyric [beg] Kisses, the subject of debate | 1769.01.07 | Providence | CITATION | Z, A, author of lyric [beg] O! in each state--prosperity or grief | 1737.02.08 | Boston | CITATION | Z, A, author of lyric [beg] Oh! lapsed nature's fixt, but righteous laws | 1768.10.22 | Providence | CITATION | Z, A, author of lyric [beg] On riding through the woods in autumn | 1779.03.18 | Providence | CITATION | Z, A, author of lyric [beg] Soon as the lark observes the morning's grey | 1773.02.15 | Boston | CITATION | Z, A, author of lyric [beg] Studious for ease, with anxious care | 1763.04.28 | Savannah | CITATION | Z, A, author of lyric [beg] Whence, Britons, these desponding cares | 1768.07.25 | Boston | CITATION | Z, A, author of lyric [beg] Where passion rules, and reason flees | 1768.10.08 | Providence | CITATION | Z, A, author of lyric [beg] Why rage the heathen, and conspire in vain? | 1771.08.29 | Annapolis | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] Beneath yon poplar's verdant shade | 1775.02.02 | London | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] By art and surprise, my Lord swears he'll succeed | 1769.09.28 | New York | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] Descending from the heights of heaven, he came | 1769.07.18 | Salem | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] Hark! the loud thunders onward roll! | 1774.08.08 | Philadelphia | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] His Royal majesty | 1780.11.09 | New York | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] How little I dreamt, when I wrote last my sister | 1780.11.15 | New York | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] How little I dreamt when I wrote last, my sister | 1728.04.01 | Boston | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] Let grov'ling rhymers court an awkward muse | 1781.11.22 | Boston | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] She taught us how to live--and O! too high | 1773.03.09 | Hartford | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] So have I seen on some bright summer's day | 1774.05.20 | Portsmouth | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] Such is the world's great harmony that springs | 1727.11.06 | Boston | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] Thy dreadful pow'r almighty God | 1780.09.07 | New York | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] We've almost, sweet sister, been frighted to death | 1780.09.09 | New York | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] We've almost, sweet sister, been frighten'd | 1780.09.25 | Chatham | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] We've almost, sweet sister, been frighten'd to | 1775.06.10 | Philadelphia | CITATION | Z, author of lyric [beg] When, with a voice that fills the skies | 1746.01.28 | Annapolis | CITATION | Z, Q, author of lyric [beg] She's gone, ah! gone, for evermore secure | 1768.06.02 | Williamsburg | CITATION | Z, Stephen, author of lyric [beg] Fair nymph, whose nod each trembling swain | 1732.04.03 | New York | CITATION | Z, T, author of lyric [beg] Begin, just Satyr, lash those who pretend | 1731.04.08 | Philadelphia | CITATION | Z, T, author of lyric [beg] No more a willing muse her aid bestows | 1736.11.12 | Williamsburg | CITATION | Z, W, author of lyric [beg] Since first I beheld thy bright eyes | 1779.09.11 | Philadelphia | CITATION | Z, X Y, author of lyric [beg] When our master, God bless him, ascended the | 1765.12.16 | Boston | CITATION | Z, Y, author of lyric [beg] Then shall appear, at large, the feats of fools | 1765.12.23 | Boston | CITATION | Z, Y, author of lyric [beg] Until th' important day, the day when truth | 1760.04.12 | Charleston | CITATION | Z, Z, author of lyric [beg] Be still, nor anxious thoughts employ | 1768.04.09 | Providence | CITATION | Z, Z, author of lyric [beg] Father of all! Eternal mind! | 1783.12.18 | London | CITATION | Z, Z, author of lyric [beg] Mother England was sick and just ready to die | 1760.04.26 | Charleston | CITATION | Z, Z, author of lyric [beg] Mount, mount, aspiring soul! | 1766.11.21 | Portsmouth | CITATION | Z, Z, author of lyric [beg] What then remains? Are we depriv'd of will |