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 ...
Shall for the Man of Ross thy Lyre be strung,And sleeps illustrious Thanet yet unsung?Since to distinguish Merit is thy ...
Ye heedless Fair, who pass the live--long Day,In Dress and Scandal, Gallantry and Play;Who thro' new Scenes of Pleasure hourly ...
Might I inquire the Reasons of my Fate,Or with my Maker dare expostulate;Did I, in prosp'rous Days, despise the Poor,Or ...
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 ...
Let Others speak your Titles, and your Blood;Accept from Me the glorious Name of Good.This Honour only from fair Virtue ...
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 ...
With Joy your Summons we obey,And come to celebrate this Day.Yet I, alas! despair to please;For you require exalted Lays:And, ...
See, the bright Sun renews his annual Course,Each Beam re--tinges, and revives its Force,By Years uninjur'd; so may'st thou remain,Not ...
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 ...
Tho' the Muse had deny'd me so often before,I ventur'd this Day to invoke her once more.She ask'd what I ...
Hither, amongst the Crouds, that shunThe smoaky Town, and sultry Sun,In cooling Springs to seek for Health,Or throw away superfluous ...
Since Phoebus makes your Verse divine,Since the God glows in ev'ry Line;Why should you think, but I, with Ease,Might write ...
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 when the Author was sick.Somnus, pow'rful Deity,Mortals owe their Bliss to thee.How long shall I thy Absence mourn,And when ...
The Favours of Fortune I once hop'd to gain,And often invok'd her, but ever in vain.She despis'd my Addresses, which ...
Faint--Fair, and act a Play.In some few Hours we must repair,To act, like Thespis, in the Fair:And, as our Stage ...
Tho' the Plumb, and the Peach, with Apollo conspire,To present you their Softness, and Sweetness, and Fire;Their Aid is in ...
Goddess of Health, where--e'er you dwell,To Philomela fly;O hasten from your rural Cell,Nor let the Fair one die.Again her Voice ...
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