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 ...
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! ...
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 ...
How gladly, Madam, would I go,To see your Gardens, and Chateau;From thence the fine Improvements view,Or walk your verdant Avenue;Delighted, ...
This mourning Mother can with Ease exploreThe Arts of Latium, and the Grecian Store:Was early learn'd, nay more, was early ...
All--bounteous Heav'n, Castalio cries,With bended Knees, and lifted Eyes,When shall I have the Pow'r to bless,And raise up Merit in ...
Say, my Hortensia, in this silent Hour,When the pale Queen of Night exerts her Pow'r,What Guardian--Angels on thy Slumbers wait,To ...
When you command, the Muse obeys,Proud to present her humble Lays.Of writing I'll no more repent,Nor think my Time unwisely ...
And will your Goodness never have an End?And will you still persist to be my Friend?To meet me still with ...
Return, brave Youth! suspend thy Martial Fire,Nor, like great Berwick, in the Field expire.Illustrious Exile! thou art gone at last;Thy ...
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 ...
'Tis said, for ev'ry common GriefThe Muses can afford Relief:And, surely, on that heav'nly TrainA Boyle can never call in ...
Where--e'er you go, some Actions still we hear,Which make the Goodness of your Mind appear.Hibernia early saw those Seeds of ...
Madam, I hear, and hear with Sorrow,That we're to lose Your Grace To--morrow;Nor you alone, but Lady Di.Where, thus deserted, ...
Dear Psyche, come, with chearful Face,And bless this desolated Place.O come! my sickly Couch attend,And ease the Anguish of your ...
When Ruin threaten'd me of late,With all its ghastly Train;Some Pow'r, in Pity to my Fate,Sent bountiful Germain,Her Soul is ...
Eternal King, is there one Hour,To make me greatly bless'd?When shall I have it in my Pow'rTo succour the Distress'd?In ...
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