The Widow Gordon’s Petition (Mary Barber Poems)
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! ...
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! ...
Resolve Me, Cloe, what is This:Or forfeit me One precious Kiss.'Tis the first Off-spring of the Graces;Bears diff'rent Forms in ...
O wretch! hath Madness cur'd thy dire Despair?Yes--All thy Sorrows now are light as Air:No more you mourn your once ...
We suffer and ye know it not,Nor yet can ever know,What depth of bitterness is ours,Or why we suffer so;--If ...
A sound is heard throughout our land,A moaning, yearning, pleading cry;"O mighty Arm of Right stretch forth,Crush out our hopeless ...
Hail Queen of Saints; Hail mercies MotherOur life, our hope, our comfort, Hail:To thee, deploring one another,We poor Eves banish't ...
Hail glorious Off-spring of a glorious Race!Britannia's other Hope, and blooming Grace!Thou smil'st already on the burnish'd Shield,And thy weak ...
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 ...
The Association.ARGUMENT. Panduntur Coeli, juvat hinc invisere Div?m Atria, mortali non adeunda Pede: H?c, Animae pennis advecta Theophila, cernit Agmina ...
{TO THE Generous SUBSCRIBERS, &c}. The Author finding all Attempts prove vain,Those glittering Smiles from Fortune to obtain:That purblind Goddess ...
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
I. Not the Pellaean Conquerour, To whose insatiate restless Mind The spacious Globe too narrow did appear; It made him ...
While my sad Muse the darkest Covert Sought, To give a loose to Melancholy Thought; Opprest, and sighing with the ...
When first Apollo got my brain with Childe,He made large promise never to beguile,But like an honest Father, he would ...
… Thus from a mixture of all kinds began, That het'rogeneous thing, an Englishman: In eager ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
I CANNOT hold, for though to write were rude, Yet to be silent were Ingratitude, And Folly too; for if ...
I O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst ...
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