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 ...
Two Yankee maids of simple mien, And earnest, high endeavour, Come sailing to the land of France, To escape the winter weather. When first ...
WHERE can the wretched find relief from wo,Or sue for comfort in life's dreary vale?Here can philosophy no aid bestow,And ...
A dark, tempestuous night; the stars shut in With shrouds of fog; an inky, jet-black blotThe firmament; and where the moon ...
Come live with me and be my Dear;And till that happy bond shall lapse,I'll set your Poutings in Brevier,Your praises ...
MAY ev'ry hour that passeth by,May each revolving year,Destroy the source from whence a sighDerives its gloomy sphere;And may the ...
Come, dear Amanda, quit the town,And to the rural hamlets fly;Behold! the wintry storms are gone;A gentle radiance glads the ...
Come, gentle God of soft desire, Come and possess my happy breast,Not fury-like in flames and fire, Or frantic folly's wildness dressed;But ...
It chanc'd, her gay triumph to check,As Amanda was dancing with grace,The chain that encompass'd her neckCame asunder, and fell ...
Unless with my Amanda bless'd,In vain I twine the woodbine bower;Unless to deck her sweeter breast,In vain I rear the ...
PERSONS REPRESENTED. Sir Pierce Thorne, a wealthy brewer. Mr. Murdock, a banker. Mostyn Wynne, the dispossessed heir of Wynhavod. Norman, ...
Our English Homer in his Rhimes,Asserts our Notions change with Times;This Maxim granted, makes me doubt,When some few Years are ...
Scene I.The great Hall of Wynhavod House. The walls hung with old portraits, arms, trophies of the chase, and a ...
The kindred arts to please thee shall conspire,One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre. ...
On Water-Gruel, by Desire; occasioned by a singular Adventure.Hail! Water-Gruel, ever sacred Name,Once so propitious to my genial Flame;O! be ...
CAME the great Popinjay Smelling his nosegay: In cages like grots The birds sang gavottes. 'Herodiade's flea Was named sweet ...
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