Mary Barber Poems on Youth (13 Poems)

To The Reverend Mr. Mabell, Of Cambridge (Mary Barber Poems)

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 confound,And true Sublimity is lost in Sound;Where Folly, dress’d ten thousand various Ways,The Bar, the Play–house, and the Pulpit sways;Yet … 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 →

Written For A Gentlewoman In Distress, To Her Grace Adelida, Dutchess Of Shrewsbury. (Mary Barber Poems)

Might I inquire the Reasons of my Fate,Or with my Maker dare expostulate;Did I, in prosp’rous Days, despise the Poor,Or drive the friendless Stranger from my Door?Was not my Soul pour’d out for the Distress’d?Did I not vindicate the Poor … 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 →

An Unanswerable Apology For The Rich. (Mary Barber Poems)

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 Distress? How do our Hearts deceive us here!He gets ten thousand Pounds a Year.With this the pious Youth is ableTo … 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 →

To His Grace The Duke Of Buckingham And Normanby, At The Camp Before Philipsburgh. (Mary Barber Poems)

Return, brave Youth! suspend thy Martial Fire,Nor, like great Berwick, in the Field expire. Illustrious Exile! thou art gone at last;Thy Toils, and various Dangers now are past:The royal Blood, which flow’d in Berwick’s Veins,Is now pour’d out on hostile … Continue reading →

To The Right Honourable The Lady Elizabeth Boyle On Her Birth-Day (Mary Barber Poems)

May each new Year some new Perfection give,Till all the Mother in the Daughter live!May’st Thou her Virtues to the World restore!And be what Henrietta was before!And when revolving Years mature thy Charms,When Pride of Conquest thy fair Bosom warms,May … Continue reading →

To The Honourable Mrs. Spencer, On Her Removing From Windsor To Rookly In Hampshire. (Mary Barber Poems)

Where–e’er you go, some Actions still we hear,Which make the Goodness of your Mind appear.Hibernia early saw those Seeds of Worth,In your fair Breast, which now shoot nobly forth;Foresaw the Hopes you gave, matur’d by Time,And griev’d to yield you … Continue reading →

To Mrs. Mary Caesar (Mary Barber Poems)

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, artless MuseWould hail the happy Pair;But that, like Flow’rs by deadly Dews,Her Strains are damp’d by Care. Those whom … Continue reading →