To Mrs. Ward. By The Same. (Mary Barber Poems)
O thou, my beauteous, ever tender Friend,Thou, on whom all my worldly Joys depend,Accept these Numbers; and with Pleasure hearUnstudy'd ...
Mary Barber Poems on Art (21 Poems)
To Mrs. Strangeways Horner, With A Letter From My Son; (Mary Barber Poems)
O thou, with ev'ry Virtue grac'd,Adorn'd with Wit, and Sense, and Taste;Who, with a Goodness unconfin'd,Delight'st in blessing human Kind,Whose ...
A Letter Sent To Mrs. Barber (Mary Barber Poems)
Thou glorious Ruler of the beauteous Day!Have sev'nteen Years so swiftly roll'd away?Hast thou so oft the heav'nly Circle run,When ...
On Seeing The Captives, Lately Redeem’d From Barbary By His Majesty. (Mary Barber Poems)
A sight like this, who can unmov'd survey?Impartial Muse, can'st thou with--hold thy Lay?See the freed Captives hail their native ...
Occasion’d By Seeing Some Verses Written By Mrs. Constantia Grierson, Upon The Death Of Her Son. (Mary Barber Poems)
This mourning Mother can with Ease exploreThe Arts of Latium, and the Grecian Store:Was early learn'd, nay more, was early ...
To The Right Honourable The Earl Of Orrery In Dublin (Mary Barber Poems)
Let Others speak your Titles, and your Blood;Accept from Me the glorious Name of Good.This Honour only from fair Virtue ...
NewsFfrom St. James’s. (Mary Barber Poems)
A courtier, summon'd hence of late,Was call'd to Minos' Judgment Seat.The Cretan Sage began the Charge,Recounted all his Crimes at ...
An Apology Written For My Son To The Reverend Mr. Sampson, (Mary Barber Poems)
With Joy your Summons we obey,And come to celebrate this Day.Yet I, alas! despair to please;For you require exalted Lays:And, ...
To The Right Honble. The Lady Dowager Torrington, (Mary Barber Poems)
When you command, the Muse obeys,Proud to present her humble Lays.Of writing I'll no more repent,Nor think my Time unwisely ...
To His Excellency The Lord Carteret. (Mary Barber Poems)
The Picture strikes--'tis drawn with won d'rous Art;Well has the Poet play'd the Painter's Part.Tho' 'tis your Glory, yet, my ...
To The Right Honourable The Lady Sarah Cowper. (Mary Barber Poems)
Let me the Honour soon obtain,For which I long have hop'd in vain;Since I, alas! am now confin'd,Your Visit would ...
On Sending My Son, As A Present, To Dr. Swift, Dean Of St. Patrick’s, On His Birth–Day. (Mary Barber Poems)
A Curious Statue, we are told,Is priz'd above its Weight in Gold;If the fair Form the Hand confessOf Phidias, or ...
To Mr. Rose; (Mary Barber Poems)
Believe me, Rose, howe'er this Con. may please,With flowing Numbers, and an easy Phrase;With Wit, with Humour, and with ev'ry ...
Written For My Son (Mary Barber Poems)
When Athens was for Arts and Arms renown'd,Olympic Wreaths uncommon Merit crown'd.These slight Distinctions from the Learn'd and Wise,Convey'd eternal ...
Sent As From A School–Fellow To My Son (Mary Barber Poems)
I grieve to see you waste your Time,And turn your Thoughts so much to Rhyme,Be wise--your useless Views resign,And fly ...
Written at Tunbridge–Wells (Mary Barber Poems)
These Plains, so joyous once to me,Now sadly chang'd appear:Hortensia I no more can see,Who patroniz'd me here.Fair Excellence, where--e'er ...
Written At Tunbridge-Wells, To The Right Honourable The Lady Barbara North (Mary Barber Poems)
Faint--Fair, and act a Play.In some few Hours we must repair,To act, like Thespis, in the Fair:And, as our Stage ...
Written For My Son, To Some Of The Fellows Of The College, (Mary Barber Poems)
We of late had a terrible Rout in our House;If I happen'd to speak, I was sure of a Souse.My ...
Verses Ty’d About A Fawn’s Neck (Mary Barber Poems)
As thro' this sylvan Scene I stray'd,I saw and lov'd the Iv'ry Maid:And hearing that she fled from Man,I begg'd ...
On The Dutchess Of Newcastle’s Picture. (Mary Barber Poems)
Say, Worsdcal, where you learn'd the ArtTo paint the Goodness of the HeartThe flatt'ring Teint let others prize;You call the ...
To Dr. Mead, On His Cape Wine. (Mary Barber Poems)
Your Wine, by Southern Suns refin'd,Is a just Emblem of your Mind:Like You, the gen'rous Juice displaysIts Influence a thousand ...