Poems by Anne Kingsmill Finch
The Tradesman and the Scholar
... Is all that recommends, or can be justly prais'd ...
The Tree
... Whilst his lov'd nymph, in thanks, bestows ...
The Unequal Fetters
... It wou'd but urdge our ruine on Free as Nature's first intention ...
Three Songs
... Trust, and so secure my LoveIII'TIS strange, this Heart within my breast, ...
To Death
... The King, the Priest, the Prophet, all are Thine, ...
To Edward Jenkinson, Esq
... Shall yield thro' Verse, or stronger Charms, ...
To Mr. F. Now Earl of W
... Did there in Silence rest: And shou'd unmov'd that Post maintain, ...
To The Nightingale
... Like thine, when best he sings, is plac'd against a Thorn ...
To The Painter Of An Ill-drawn Picture of Cleone
... For who forbears to smile, when smil'd on by the Fair ...
Verses
... So Lightnings, which to all their Brightness shew, ...
There's No To-Morrow
... Urg'd him to keep his Word, and still he swore the same ...
The Brass-Pot And Stone-Jugg
... When the first Knock would break His Measures, ...
The Young Rat And His Dam, The Cock And The Cat
... Turn'd to her mournful Cell, and bid the World Good-Night ...
A Description Of One Of The Pieces Of Tapistry At Long-Leat
... Thou, BARNABAS, though Last, not least our Care, ...
The Introduction
... {4} Be dark enough thy shades, and be thou there content ...
