Mary Barber Poems on Art (21 Poems)

To Mrs. Ward. By The Same. (Mary Barber Poems)

O thou, my beauteous, ever tender Friend,Thou, on whom all my worldly Joys depend,Accept these Numbers; and with Pleasure hearUnstudy’d Truth, which few, alas! can bear;While conscious Virtue takes the Muse’s Part,Glows on thy Cheek, and warms thy gen’rous Heart. … Continue reading →

To Mrs. Strangeways Horner, With A Letter From My Son; (Mary Barber Poems)

O thou, with ev’ry Virtue grac’d,Adorn’d with Wit, and Sense, and Taste;Who, with a Goodness unconfin’d,Delight’st in blessing human Kind,Whose Woes so oft thy Peace destroy;‘Tis just, thou shouldst partake their Joy:Then in my Transport deign to share;Behold this Letter … Continue reading →

A Letter Sent To Mrs. Barber (Mary Barber Poems)

Thou glorious Ruler of the beauteous Day!Have sev’nteen Years so swiftly roll’d away?Hast thou so oft the heav’nly Circle run,When scarce I thought thy radiant Course begun?Never shall I my fleeting Time renew?Must it all perish in one transient View?I … Continue reading →

On Seeing The Captives, Lately Redeem’d From Barbary By His Majesty. (Mary Barber Poems)

A sight like this, who can unmov’d survey?Impartial Muse, can’st thou with–hold thy Lay?See the freed Captives hail their native Shore,And tread the Land of Liberty once more:See, as they pass, the crouding People press,Joy in their Joy, and their … Continue reading →

Occasion’d By Seeing Some Verses Written By Mrs. Constantia Grierson, Upon The Death Of Her Son. (Mary Barber Poems)

This mourning Mother can with Ease exploreThe Arts of Latium, and the Grecian Store:Was early learn’d, nay more, was early wise;And knew the Pride of Science to despife;Left Men to take assuming Airs from thence;And seem’d unconscious of superior Sense.Yet, … Continue reading →

To The Right Honourable The Earl Of Orrery In Dublin (Mary Barber Poems)

Let Others speak your Titles, and your Blood;Accept from Me the glorious Name of Good.This Honour only from fair Virtue springs,Ennobles Slaves, adds Dignity to Kings. O Born to shew Nobility design’dNot to insult, but to protect Mankind!Well you discern … Continue reading →

NewsFfrom St. James’s. (Mary Barber Poems)

A courtier, summon’d hence of late,Was call’d to Minos’ Judgment Seat. The Cretan Sage began the Charge,Recounted all his Crimes at large;His Insincerity, and Pride,His Hundred evil Arts beside;Arts, thinly veil’d with Virtue’s Guise,The modern Statesmens Scheme to rise. He, … Continue reading →

An Apology Written For My Son To The Reverend Mr. Sampson, (Mary Barber Poems)

With Joy your Summons we obey,And come to celebrate this Day.Yet I, alas! despair to please;For you require exalted Lays:And, let me write whate’er I will,You’ll think my Verse deficient still;Altho’ the Task I now decline,Asks no Assistance from the … Continue reading →

To The Right Honble. The Lady Dowager Torrington, (Mary Barber Poems)

When you command, the Muse obeys,Proud to present her humble Lays.Of writing I’ll no more repent,Nor think my Time unwisely spent;If Verse the Happiness procuresOf pleasing such a Soul as yours. Endless Anxiety, I find,Hath dire Effects upon the Mind:A … Continue reading →

To His Excellency The Lord Carteret. (Mary Barber Poems)

The Picture strikes–’tis drawn with won d’rous Art;Well has the Poet play’d the Painter’s Part.Tho’ ’tis your Glory, yet, my Lord, I own,I grieve the Features fit yourself alone.But know, tho’ All agree the Picture’s yours,‘Tis Steadiness alone your Claim … Continue reading →