The Actress’s Ways And Means To Industriously Raise The Wind! (Elizabeth Beverley Poems)
A TRUE mirror now I'll show, If attention you'll bestow,--The present times pourtray'd with its follies, O; ...
A TRUE mirror now I'll show, If attention you'll bestow,--The present times pourtray'd with its follies, O; ...
THE EVENING BEFORE A JOURNEY.DEAR spot, where rests the mould'ring clay Of her I lov'd, farewell!My pangs these falling ...
Occasioned by my Child's being unfortunately burnt todeath, at Plymouth Dock, in Devonshire. MY child--my child--my Emma's dead! What ...
To town I am come, as good folks you may see,Pray what do you think now, my object may be?'Tis ...
Thou sov'reign of the needy poor,What swarms of wretches throng thy door!The old, the young, by turns succeed,And call on ...
AT a synod of gods, great Jove in the chair,Each god in his turn was his mind to declare'Bout women, ...
When Mayor of W--s, in Somersetshire. A STORY now I will unfold,(As true a one as e'er was told,)'Tis of ...
ELIZA , for shame! for tears there's no need;Such arts to ensnare, can never succeed:With tears feign'd like those do ...
THE rosy tint of morn I love, And Ev'ning's sober shade;When through the charming woods I rove, In ...
THE tear which trembles in thy eye, Of more than pearly white,I will with loving kisses dry, My ...
Not an hundred miles from the University of Oxford. FAREWELL to thee, fair O--f--d city! Gownsmen, I bid you ...
SATAN a council conven'd, t'other day,To learn which of the towns him most did obey:Many they nam'd, but all did ...
THE origin of Bristolians you wish me to tell:--'Twas from Sycorax , and old Satan of hell;The first all ugliness, ...
SWEET , lovely rose! too soon thou'lt die, And wither'd drop upon the ground;Yet though thou dead and prostrate ...
Who attempted to FISH out the Secrets of a late lamented and Illustrious Individual's LETTERS.THAT Peter a fisher was, all ...
WHO COMPOSED SOME PATHETIC LINES ON THE DEATHOF MY BROTHER.WERE I bless'd with Milton's soul;Could I in sweet numbers roll,Like ...
DEATH , grim king, in solemn dread array,Enthroned sits, where never gleams the day,And reigns despotic over worms of clay.Thanks ...
THE Sherbone people are all very civil,If you give them their way;--so is the Devil.(Elizabeth Beverley)
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