To Dr. Richard Helsham Upon My Recovery From A Dangerous Fit Of Sickness. (Mary Barber Poems)
For fleeting Life recall'd, for Health restor'd,Be first the God of Life and Health ador'd;Whose boundless Mercy claims this Tribute ...
For fleeting Life recall'd, for Health restor'd,Be first the God of Life and Health ador'd;Whose boundless Mercy claims this Tribute ...
Sister of Nature, lovely Criticism, Whose friendly, exquisite, judicious touch Softens the blaze of genius, and the work Of every muse improves; ingenious ...
Of thy judicious Muse's sense,Young Hinchinbroke so very proud is,That Sacharissa and HortenseShe looks henceforth upon as dowdies.Yet she to ...
ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS. Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,Assume the pompous port, the ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
I.Philosophy the great and only heirOf all that human knowledge which has binUnforfeited by man's rebellious sin,Though full of years ...
FORERUNNERS Walter. I HAVE a strain of a departed bard; One who was born too late into this world. A ...
An ancient joker, grizzled and half-bald,With the outward seeming and the attireOf a devout deacon, and yet possessingThe frolicsome nature ...
"O MEN of dark and dismal fate," A prey to typographic terrors,O you who labor long and late, ...
In your garb and outward clothing A reserv?d plainness use;By their neatness more distinguished Than the brightness of their hues.All ...
NExt Heaven my Vows to thee (O Sacred Muse! ) I offer'd up, nor didst thou them refuse. O Queen ...
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
What is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the music of division, Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be, ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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