To A Lady Who Commanded Me To Send Her An Account In Verse (Mary Barber Poems)
How I succeed, you kindly ask;Yet set me on a grievous Task,When you oblige me to rehearse,The Censures past upon ...
How I succeed, you kindly ask;Yet set me on a grievous Task,When you oblige me to rehearse,The Censures past upon ...
Shall for the Man of Ross thy Lyre be strung,And sleeps illustrious Thanet yet unsung?Since to distinguish Merit is thy ...
Tho' Rhyme serves the Thoughts of great Poets to fetter,It sets off the Sense of small Poets the better.When I've ...
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 ...
Tho' great Longinus claims thy aiding Hand,And hopes, thro' thee, t'instruct a barb'rous Land,Where vile Conceits the Pow'r of Wit ...
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 ...
To the Right Hon. the Lady Carteret.Weary'd with long Attendance on the Court,You, Madam, are the Wretch's last Resort.Eternal King! ...
A wretch, in smoaky Dublin pent,Who rarely sees the Firmament,You graciously invite, to viewThe Sun's enliv'ning Rays with you;To change ...
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 ...
This mourning Mother can with Ease exploreThe Arts of Latium, and the Grecian Store:Was early learn'd, nay more, was early ...
All--bounteous Heav'n, Castalio cries,With bended Knees, and lifted Eyes,When shall I have the Pow'r to bless,And raise up Merit in ...
Let Others speak your Titles, and your Blood;Accept from Me the glorious Name of Good.This Honour only from fair Virtue ...
The Britons, in their Nature shy,View Strangers with a distant Eye:We think them partial and severe;And judge their Manners by ...
Say, my Hortensia, in this silent Hour,When the pale Queen of Night exerts her Pow'r,What Guardian--Angels on thy Slumbers wait,To ...
Your late kind Gift let me restore;For I must never wear it more.My Mother cries, ``What's here to do?``A Crimson ...
OUR master, in a fatal hour, Brought in this Rod, to shew his pow'r. O dreadful birch ! O baleful tree ! Thou ...
Tho' the Muse had deny'd me so often before,I ventur'd this Day to invoke her once more.She ask'd what I ...
I grieve to think that Waller's blam'd,Waller, so long, so justly, fam'd.Then own your Verses writ in Haste,Or I shall ...
I read in your delighted Face,The Nuptial Bands are ty'd:From me congratulate her Grace,Young Portland's lovely Bride.Tell her, an humble, ...
Whilst happily I pass my HoursIn Camberwell's delightful Bow'rs;From thence the beauteous Walks survey;Or thro' the fragrant Mazes stray;Or o'er ...
Start not, nor tremble at the Sight of this;It comes not written from the Realms of Bliss:'Tis true, you see, ...
See, in the Temple rais'd by Harley's Hand,His beauteous Off--spring at the Altar stand:There Mortimer resigns his darling Care;To happy ...
Ye gentle Beaux, and thoughtless Belles,Who gaily rove at Tunbridge--Wells,With Pockets full; and empty Looks,Raffling for ev'ry Toy--but Books:Should Addison's ...
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