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 Fame (13 Poems)
To A Lady Who Commanded Me To Send Her An Account In Verse (Mary Barber Poems)
How I succeed, you kindly ask;Yet set me on a grievous Task,When you oblige me to rehearse,The Censures past upon ...
To Alexander Pope, Esq. (Mary Barber Poems)
Shall for the Man of Ross thy Lyre be strung,And sleeps illustrious Thanet yet unsung?Since to distinguish Merit is thy ...
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 ...
To The Reverend Mr. Mabell, Of Cambridge (Mary Barber Poems)
Tho' great Longinus claims thy aiding Hand,And hopes, thro' thee, t'instruct a barb'rous Land,Where vile Conceits the Pow'r of Wit ...
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 ...
To A Lady Who Was Libell’d. (Mary Barber Poems)
When Cynthia, Regent of the Tides,Pale in meridian Pride presides;A Sov'reign Pow'r the Goddess claimsO'er Seas, and Sea--supplying Streams;The River ...
Written for my Son … upon his Master’s First Bringing in a Rod (Mary Barber Poems)
OUR master, in a fatal hour, Brought in this Rod, to shew his pow'r. O dreadful birch ! O baleful tree ! Thou ...
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 ...
Written For My Son, To Mr. Barry; (Mary Barber Poems)
Since Phoebus makes your Verse divine,Since the God glows in ev'ry Line;Why should you think, but I, with Ease,Might write ...
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 ...
To The Honble. Miss Carteret, Now Countess Of Dysert. (Mary Barber Poems)
Fair Innocence, the Muses lovelicstOn Acts of Mercy sound thy rising Fame.Let others from frail Beauty hope Applause:Plead thou the ...
Spoken Extempore, To The Right Honourable The Lady Barbara North (Mary Barber Poems)
This Present from a lovely Dame,Fair and unsully'd, as her Fame,Shall to Hibernia be convey'd,Where once, rever'd, her Father sway'd;And ...