Saturday, the Small-Pox (Mary Wortley Montagu Poems)
FLAVIA.The wretched FLAVIA on her couch reclin'd, Thus breath'd the anguish of a wounded mind ; A glass revers'd in her right ...
FLAVIA.The wretched FLAVIA on her couch reclin'd, Thus breath'd the anguish of a wounded mind ; A glass revers'd in her right ...
A sick man's chamber, though it often boastThe grateful presence of a literal toast,Can hardly claim, amidst its various wealth,The ...
Pallas, observing Stella's witWas more than for her sex was fit,And that her beauty, soon or late,Might breed confusion in ...
HASTE! gentle Sleep! in pity shedThy blessings on my weary head:Come! but do not come alone,Bring the partners of thy ...
The wind it blew cold, and the ice was thick, Deeper and deeper the snowdrifts grew;A young mother lay in her ...
I little thought that honest DickWould slight me so, when I was sick.Is he a Friend, who only stays,Whilst Health ...
THE PLEASVRE OF RETIREMENT. The Reinvitation. THEOPHISA's fill'd wth Sweetness, & so Fair: Her Eyes so mild, her Breath perfumes ...
Again th' Almighty mounts his lofty Throne, And on his Right Hand sate th' Eternal Son. The Royal Writs were ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of ...
Dearly beloved Countrymen and Friends, Accept the verse an half--starv'd Poet sends: Who scant of paper in these needy times, ...
We never meet them in our paths,They never cross our ways,God's angels are not now on earth,As in the olden ...
DeathFair lady, lay your costly robes aside,No longer may you glory in your pride;Take leave of all your carnal vain ...
How sweetly doth My Master sound! My Master! As amber-greese leaves a rich scent ...
When first thy sweet and gracious eyeVouchsaf'd ev'n in the midst of youth and nightTo look upon ...
Enough to nature and to grief is paid,Indulge no more these unavailing tears;Not all your comforts in the grave are ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
The rich sinner dying. Psa. 49:6,9; Eccl. 8:8; Job 3:14,15. In vain the wealthy mortals toil, And heap their shining ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
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